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Tony Stark Has a Heart Fic Recs

Hello everyone!! I've gathered up some Irondad fics with the tag "Tony Stark Has a Heart" for you, and I hope you enjoy reading them! I have a lot of these bookmarked, so I might make a second post with even more of them at a later date!

Don't talk to me or my son ever again by Maicaly (2.7k)

Tony is having the worst day ever, and now he has a meeting with the Rogue Avengers. What he doesn't expect is certain spider baby to proclaim himself Tony Stark Protector.

I'm Not Going to Wake Up if You're Going to Yell At Me by itsreallylaterightnow (2.8k)

“Well, I think there’s a cave right up the side of that hill. I should be able to get us a fire started easily enough. That, or run the risk of having a popsicle of a Peter to return home to your aunt.”

“S-s-she’d kill you.” Peter said, his tone light, but the weight of the situation was settling on him.

“Yes, she would. Which is why I don’t intend on letting that happen any time soon.”

Career Day by superhusbands4ever (3.5k)

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Peter’s enhanced senses picked up the familiar voice from outside the door. “I had a meeting this morning and then I got lost looking for the class… anyway, I’m here for Peter? Peter Parker?”

He frowned at hearing his name, still unsure what exactly was going on. He watched as his teacher continued to stand and stare out the door for a minute before seemingly remembering herself and taking a step back.

“Of course! If you could just go sit next to him until your turn, he’s in the back on the right side.”

The man stepped through the door and Peter gaped with the rest of the class as Tony Stark, in his signature suit and goatee, sporting a pair of red sunglasses and carrying a suitcase walked through the door.

and stay out! by iron_spider (3.6k)

“Okay,” Peter says, and he grabs Tony’s wrist. “Okay but I’m actively escaping. At the moment. That’s what I’m doing, at the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. Right now.” He lets out a little huff. “So that’s what I’m doing.”

“Yup,” Tony says. “A bang-up job.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re really killing it.”

“I know.”

Tony is nervous, because the kid is slurring and he’s severely loopy and that can only mean drugs. Were they to keep him docile? Were they to fucking experiment on him? Tony’s not in the suit anymore so he can’t see his heart rate but he knows it’s probably skyrocketing.

Cyanide? In My Shawarma? by losingmymindtonight (4.7k)

Pepper convinces Tony to bring Peter along on his first dinner with the Rogue Avengers since their pardoning.

Poor Tony had thought the whole thing was a recipe for disaster before someone decided to shove some cyanide in his food.

'Cause You're Hot Then You're Cold by sparksaam (5k)

Only Peter Parker could get both heat stroke AND hypothermia, all within the span of an hour.

Responsible For Making Sure You're Responsible by blondsak and Marvelous_Writer (6.8k)

Peter knows he’s hurt badly enough that he can’t just slap a bunch of band-aids on his injuries, and especially the giant, still-oozing puncture wounds on his back and along his shoulders from the tips of Toomes’ wings. But it’s not like he can just stumble into an emergency room and ask to get stitched up. So where to go instead?

May would have a heart attack if she saw him right now, not to mention immediately figure out his secret. Ned would also definitely freak out, probably waking his parents in the process. Mr. Stark was an option, but Peter wasn’t about to bother him, not after how the man had made it crystal clear that he didn’t want anything to do with Peter ever again.

So no hospital, no May, no Ned, and no Mr. Stark just left… Happy.

it's hard to dance with the devil on your back by MagicaLyss (8.1k)

Tony woke to the same damp old cave he’d woken up in last time. Except one thing is different.

There’s a boy, no older than sixteen years old, chained up in an identical wooden chair across from him. The boy is unconscious, curly hair falling in front of his eyes, head resting against his own chest.

A boy.

Not a man. Not an adult. Just a child.

In a cave, somewhere in Afghanistan with crazy terrorists who’ve already done open-heart surgery on Tony without anesthetics. Who knows what they would do, or have already done, to the boy across from him.

never become by krystalpomme (9.3k)

after a lab day gone wrong, peter travels back in time to 1992. he needs tony's help to get him back to his own time, but can he trust himself to not reveal the truth of their relationship to his 21 year old father figure?

meanwhile tony is fighting his own battles. peter makes him realize his one true fear would never come true.

The Morning Will Come (and the dream stealing your sleep will end) by Winterturtle (12k)

After a tragic incident, Peter Parker is left orphaned for the second time in his life. With no one else to take him in, Peter decided not to take his chance on foster care. Living in an abandoned building and the crows as his only company, the young hero is doing his best to maintain the illusion of a happy kid in front of Mr. Stark - one of the two remaining links to his past, happier life.

Look, technically, Peter wasn’t lying. It was just that Mr. Stark has never asked specifically.

Good publicity by Bergen (16k)

Between Peter Parker barely speaking, and Spider-Man being the ultimate chatterbox, how was Tony ever supposed to figure out that they were one and the same person?

Whatever it Takes by sparksaam (21k)

Peter froze suddenly, his heart practically leaping into his throat. His eyes had made contact with the man in the front seat, only to realize that the person gazing back at him was not Tony. Instead, a tall, gruff-looking man with a hoodie and a red bandana over his mouth occupied the place where Mr. Stark had been sitting just minutes before.

“Don’t move,” the man grunted forcefully “or we’ll blow Stark’s brains out.”

Technicalities by Tess_Moon (21k)

“Multiple kids of wealthy and influential individuals have gone missing this morning. NYPD is actively investigating the disappearances.”

Tony didn´t think much of it when he first read the headline. Technically he didn´t have any kids, right...?

Too bad the kidnappers didn´t care about the technicalities of those things.

hope is the strongest power by sarayin (24k)

“I want you out of my house. Pack your things and leave,” May said in as strong as a voice as she could through the tears in her eyes. She blinked them away and shook her head before making her way into her room, not stopping to look at Peter even once.

Not Peter, she corrected herself. Spiderman.

OR the one in which peter gets kicked out after may finds out and has to now learn how to survive when hope seems bleak.

5 times Tony joked about Peter being part spider by KatinaMoon (33k)

+1 time he definitely didn't

The One Where Peter is Tony's Weakness by JinxQuickfoot (53k)

“I see you are confused. In a moment, I will allow you to look closer. But first, you must understand the position you are in, in full.” Banich rolled out an ancient TV screen and, when he turned it on, Tony felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach.

It was Peter.

OR A Sokovian doctor needs Tony's help to 'fix' his granddaughter, and Peter gets pulled into the middle of it.

Come, My Darling, Homeward Bound by buckleyirondad (62k)

Held captive for five years in an eleven-by-eleven foot shed, Peter and Morgan finally break free.

Peter is thrown back into the life that he was torn from and struggles to find his place in the world.

Morgan was a baby when they were taken, so she experiences everything and everyone, for the first time.

Tony struggles to take his eyes off them. May wants to hold them in her arms, for the rest of time. Pepper can't stop counting the days they've lost.

It's difficult - Peter is a changed person, and Morgan has no memory of them.

Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six by Sundial_at_Night (65k)

“Mr. Loki?” asked the Spider cautiously. “Aren’t you—like—a bad guy?” he asked, voice full of only curiosity, as far as Loki could tell.

His first thought was, yes.

His second thought was no.

His third thought was, sometimes?

“It varies from moment to moment,” Loki answered honestly, prying his eyes open after they threatened to fall close.

“But on a scale of one to ten, where are you at right now?”

“Maybe a three?”

The Spider-child nodded. “Cool,” he replied. “Let me know if it gets above a six.

Neon Liar (Hiding in Plain Sight) by isaDanCurtisproduction (70k)

Peter is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more literally, he's stuck between the will of ten other teenagers and the knowledge that if anyone finds out he's living with the Avengers he can kiss his normal high school life goodbye. Can he keep it a secret from his classmates that he's living with the world's loudest superheroes? And can he keep it a secret from the Avengers that he's accidentally bringing his classmates home for a field trip?

And once he starts hiding things, keeping secrets, and lying, will he be able to stop?

And even more importantly: will Ned be able to keep his mouth shut long enough for Peter's secrets to stay a secret?

At least MJ can be trusted to keep a lid on things

Priorities by JLMonroe1234 (149k)

Tony had been in the cave for a month. Waiting. Planning. Healing. Biding his time until his creation would be ready and durable enough to get him home. With Yinsen's help and Tony's expertise, he would save them both.

But when an injured teenager is brought into the mix, Tony must reevaluate his priorities and decide what's more important; a speedy escape, or rescuing the boy with the spider tattoo?

ever in your favor by iron_spider (153k)

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

Happy reading, and thank you to all of these fantastic authors for sharing their works with us! If you ever want to request a trope for a fic rec list or just want to chat, please send me an ask! And in the meantime, I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did :D

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starkownsmyuwus · 3 years

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avengers holiday headcanons

I have this idea stuck in my head but im never going to have the time or energy to write a fic so here are my headcanons:

tony ends up renting a lake house (read mansion to fit them all) for two weeks so the avengers can have a 'bonding trip' after everything that's happened.

trying to figure out rooms for everyone ends up being an absolute nightmare as there aren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own. it's even made a little awkward when tony realises he forgot to tell the team that he and stephen were dating;

clint: "tony, why are you so adamant about sharing with strange? what are you in love with him or something?"

stephen: "I fucking hope so."

nobody knows how, but somehow natasha managed to get a whole room to herself.

steve agreed to take the pull out couch in the living room, seen as he was the earliest to rise. However, he didn't consider the many insomniac avengers getting up in the middle of the night for snacks.

thor, bruce, loki, sylvie, mobius, and valkyrie agree to take the bunk beds in the games room since they are the largest group, but loki constantly complains that sleeping in a single bed is "undignified and unbefitting of a prince of asgard".

clint and scott both drew the short straws and ended up having to share a bed. Scott complains that it's not the fun kind of there was only one-bed scenario "like clint keeps kicking me in the middle of the night, we're gonna have to set up a barrier or something so I stop waking up covered in bruises".

they set up a group roster for cooking meals, but after a mishap by loki and sylvie (mobius tried to stop them from enchanting all the cooking utensils), they end up banning all magic from cooking, and all the groups are changed to pair up avengers that likely don't know each other well. (steve: "it's for group bonding, we need to be able to know and trust every member of the team") loki and sylvie also earn the nickname 'the terror twins' from tony.

peter and harley decide to pretend that the house is haunted and nobody really believes them at first. that's until stephen offhandedly agrees with them (stephen wasn't in on the prank, so peter and harley get worried that it might actually be haunted. it's not. stephen saw through what they were doing and decided to play along)

the prank still carries on though, peter and harley even manage to convince loki to use his magic to pretend to be a ghost. scott, clint, and sam totally aren't scared of the 'ghost' but they do come up with a plan to go full ghostbusters just in case.

every 'fun group bonding activity' that they do always turns into a competition, to the point that one day wanda, vision, natasha, sylvie, and valkyrie end up disappearing to the nearest town for coffee, and they don't end up returning until after dinner.

the team hired kyacks one afternoon and almost everyone spent the entire time trying to capsize each other. nobody could get close to natasha though, because she'd just paddle off anytime anyone got too near.

the best to watch was thor and loki in their tandem kayak as loki just sat in the back reading and completely uninterested while thor spent the entire time paddling at full speed while shouting encouragement at the rest of the avengers.

steve and stephen also ended up sharing a tandem kayak as stephen couldn't paddle with his hands and steve could paddle enough for the both of them. they later agreed never to kayak together again as stephen spent the entire time criticising steve's paddling technique.

tony tends to fiddle with whatever is in his hands, often taking things apart. he does this one afternoon with a lighter, making it shoot out a huge flame. but he then forgot about it and put it back. later its when sam, steve, and bucky's turn to make the bonfire, and they accidentally grab tony's modified lighter. even though it's technically tony's fault, sam still blames bucky for trying to "scar my beautiful face" and "I thought we were over this man, why do you keep trying to kill me?"

while snooping through the house, harley and peter end up finding a projector so they set up outdoor movie nights by the edge of the lake. they watch some classics such as dirty dancing, top gun, and indiana jones, and tony and natasha team up to give every character a rating out of ten (tony: "patrick swayze? absolute 10 out of 10, lift me in the air like that")

loki and mobius finally take a jet ski trip!! but mobius drives over some lake weed and they get stranded. sam and steve end up having to go out and rescue them in the boat.

one day they decide to take a hike along one of the rivers, and about halfway through, peter jokes that maybe his spidey senses would help him to grab a fish out of the water like a bear. this then results in easily half of the team standing in the river trying to do just that, with the other half either complaining or watching in amusement. somehow thor manages to actually grab a fish?

it does actually end up being a pretty enjoyable trip overall, and they decide to turn it into a yearly tradition,

scott: "as long as I don't have to share a bed with clint again."

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Both of You

Tony x Reader based on this request!

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word Count: 1803

a/n: This one makes me feel warm inside. We're just pretending Pepper does not exist because any mention of killing her off is too sad for me to deal with right now. Tony deserves happiness. Featuring The Best Day by Taylor Swift.

Also, I'm currently working on a Reid request, two Steve fics, and an idea I had for Bucky, but somehow this one was the one that got me motivated.

Masterlist

You were relaxing, aka being forced to recover from a gunshot wound before going on any more missions, on the couch in the living room for the third night in a row. To say you were absolutely bored would be underselling it.

You spent the past few days alone roaming the compound because everyone else was out on missions. Typically this would mean hanging out with Morgan, but Happy's been monopolizing her time.

You were just about to start another movie when your phone started ringing.

"Where are you?" The voice was desperate.

"Nice to hear from you Happy. How are you, today?" You sassed him back.

"Y/N, I'm serious." His tone put you on high alert.

"I'm in the main living room, what happened?" You sat up from the couch, ready to come to him at a moments notice.

"I'm in the elevator, I'll explain in a minute." He hung up before you could ask any follow up questions.

You were up and standing at the elevator in no time, anxiously awaiting Happy's arrival.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from the elevator carrying a sleeping Morgan in his arms. He walked past you to set her on the couch before explaining.

"May had a bit of an emergency, I need to go pick her up. She's fine, just a little shaken up. Can you watch Morgan?" You could see the lingering fear in his eyes.

"Of course. Please, let me know if there's anything else I can do!" You spoke in a fast whisper, getting the words out quickly but quietly to account for Happy already boarding the elevator and Morgan still asleep in the living room.

"I'll call you if anything else happens."

And with that he was gone.

You made your way back into the living room while trying to decide if you should bring Morgan back up to her bed. She would sleep better there, but you might wake her up on the way.

You were just about to pick her up when she let out a strangled sob.

"Morgan?" She still appeared to be asleep, but her face showed fear. "Morgan, honey, wake up."

You spoke gently while running a hand soothingly through her hair. Despite your best efforts, she woke with a start. Her little fingers balled into fists, tears pooling in her eyes before you could say anything.

"Morgan, it's okay! You're okay. I'm here." You gathered her in your arms to rock her back and forth. "You're okay. Everything's okay."

You continued rocking her back and forth while whispering words of affirmation until her crying stopped.

"I- I want my- my dad." She hiccuped.

"Oh sweetheart, he's not home right now." It broke your heart to disappoint her. "Do you wanna tell me when you dreamed about?"

She nodded slowly, but clung to your arms.

"I had a bad dream." You could tell she was till scared. "There was a monster and he took Peter away!" She was getting worked up again.

"Peter's fine, baby. Do you want me to call him?" You spoke softly while reaching into your pocket for your phone.

She nodded solemnly. "With video, please."

"Of course, honey."

It didn't take long for you to facetime Peter. You could only hope that he would answer on the first try. While it rung, you angled the phone against a candle on the table to include you and Morgan in the frame.

"Hi Ms. Y/N- oh! Hi Morgan!" Peter's cheerful voice rung through the living room.

"Hi Pete!" Morgan's voice matched Peter's cheerfulness, but you could still tell she was shaken up.

"See, baby. Peter's okay." You gently prodded her mind to accept that the dream was just that, a dream.

"Petey, I'm so glad you're okay! I was so scared." She ignored your comment, but you could tell the call was helping her.

"Oh Morgan, did you have another nightmare? I'm sorry! You can always call me whenever you need to. I promise." He did well to cheer up the young girl.

You sat back against the couch, just listening to Morgan and Peter conversing for the next hour or so.

"Alright, I think we've got to try to go back to bed now. Say goodbye to Peter."

Morgan pouted, but didn't put up much of a fight.

"Bye Petey! I love you!" She called happily, the nightmare all but forgotten.

"Bye Morgan, I love you too. Bye, Ms. Y/N!" Peter called out.

"Bye, Peter." You smiled as you hung up the phone. "Let's get you up to bed."

"Nooo!" She whined. "Can I just lay down here with you?"

You knew you were a goner the minute she started pouting. With a sigh, you easily gave in to her demands. "Yes, but you still have to sleep."

"Yay! Can you sing to me?" She laid down on the couch, putting her head in your lap.

"Sure, sweetheart. What song?" You began running your hand over her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

"The one about being 5 and having a good day!"

You let out a small chuckle at her description, but you knew the song she meant.

"I'm five years old, it's getting cold. I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, and run and run."

As soon as you started singing, she closed her eyes and stopped moving around. You didn't really believe her, but she's always said your voice makes her feel calm inside.

"Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold. I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home."

You were so intently focused on Morgan, that you didn't hear the elevator doors opening and closing just down the hall.

*In the elevator*

"Someone's singing?" Steve phrased it as a question, but he knew he could hear it as the elevator moved up a few floors.

"Who?" Tony, although uninterested, asked.

"I hear it too!" Bucky chimed in, feeling weirdly at peace just from hearing the melody.

Everyone else in the elevator strained their ears to hear the voice, but came up empty until the elevator doors opened.

Slowly, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and Wanda piled out of the elevator.

"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall, but I know you're not scared of anything at all."

"Y/N..." Tony whispered, so as not to disturb you.

"Why would she be singing?" Wanda questioned. You always refuse to sing karaoke with them, so it doesn't make sense to her that you would be singing to yourself in the middle of the compound.

Suddenly, a much younger voice joined in on the song.

"Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away, but I know I had the best day with you today."

"Hey, missy. You promised me you'd try to sleep. That means no singing, just listening." Tony felt his smile grow as you playfully scolded his daughter.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'll be quiet." Morgan promised.

The group of Avengers listened as you began singing again. They slowly made their way toward the living room, moving silently so you wouldn't hear them and stop singing.

"There is a video I found from back when I was three. You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me."

Tony was just far enough past the doorway to peak over the edge of the couch. The sight of Morgan curled up in your lap made his heart flutter.

"It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs. And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world."

The entire group of Earth's mightiest heroes wore matching expressions of complete and utter adoration watching you sing to Morgan.

Tony silently gestured for the rest of the group to leave, ultimately staring them down until they did so. He watched as you sang the rest of the song, stroking her hair until she fell into a restful sleep.

"I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say: that I had the best day with you today."

You hummed a bit to ensure Morgan was asleep before you stopped singing entirely.

Tony realized you were going to pick her up, so he softly cleared his throat to gain your attention as he walked around the couch.

The soft smile on his face warmed your heart.

"Hi Tony." You greeted him as he picked up his daughter. "She'll be glad you're home." You decided to leave out the heartbreaking detail of her tears and broken cries for her father.

"Where's Happy?" He questioned lightly.

"C'mon, I'll tell you on the way." You grabbed Morgan's stuffed Iron Man from the couch and started toward the elevator.

"Happy had to go pick up May. He said she was fine, but it was some sort of emergency." You spoke quietly so as not to disturb Morgan.

"Thank you for watching her." Tony couldn't hide the smile that grew on his face at the thought of you and Morgan being so close. "Even if you kept her up way past her bedtime." He added playfully.

"She was actually asleep when Happy brought her down. He was probably going to take her with him if he couldn't find me." You felt yourself start to smile just from looking at Morgan in Tony's arms.

"What happened?" Your smile fell at the memory of Morgan's tear stained face.

"She had a nightmare. Something about a monster hurting Peter." You couldn't stop your eyes from welling up at the memory of how scared and upset Morgan was. "She's okay now though. We talked to Peter for a while on facetime. Well, Morgan talked to Peter. I just rocked her back and forth so she'd stop crying."

"My poor baby." He pressed a kiss to Morgan's forehead, lingering close to her. "Thank you for helping her with that."

"Of course, Tony. She's a brilliant little girl. You're doing a great job raising her."

You let out a small chuckle when you suddenly realized neither of you pushed the button for the residential floor.

Tony laughed as well when you leaned forward to push the button.

You walked with him to Morgan's room, helping to tuck her and her stuffed toy into bed. Just as you gently closed the door, Tony cleared his throat again.

"Y/N, I really mean it. Thank you for being there for her. It means a lot to me." Tony's face show a rare vulnerable side as he spoke. "You mean a lot to me."

"Oh, Tony. You mean a lot to me too." You glanced back at Morgan's bedroom. "Both of you."

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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 2

You’d been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be owned—but no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.

pairings: dark!Avengers x reader word length: 5k chapters: 2/? warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat — this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. Open the read more and CTRL + F, search “content warnings” to skip to detailed trigger warnings at the bottom of the chapter.

hey read this: im desperately hoping this lives up to the standards the first chapter apparently set my dudes, fingers crossed i don’t lose any of you with this one 🤞🤞 also before we get started i just wanna let yall know i am very firmly set in my decisions for the designations and i do not apologize lmao 🤙

You had been manhandled often enough in your life but fuck this time in particular. Even if you’d managed to pass as a beta for more than a decade, you weren’t strong and couldn’t stand your ground in the face of an alpha three times your size. Steve had sucked his fingers clean and easily hefted you up into his arms, following Bruce back into the cabin and down into the basement—you hadn’t been allowed to clean the basement, it was one of the off-limits areas that were noted in your many instructions. If a door is locked, leave it alone. No cleaning is necessary in the basement, garage, or third floor. Wash the linens with a scent free detergent. Make sure the refrigerator is properly scrubbed out.

He’d left you on a metal countertop with instructions to be good for Bruce. You weren’t sure what that entailed but as soon as the blond left the room, your mind started to race. There was no way you could get away from Steve, Sam you could potentially outrun, but Bruce? Being left alone with the beta was the best thing they could’ve done for you. You could get away from Bruce.

“Have you been to see a doctor recently?” His voice was gentle, intended to be soothing as he came to stand in front of you. "Any check-ups, clinic visits?”

You knew there was blood drying on your cracked lips, cutting a jarring path down your throat. The taste was still in your mouth, you’d gouged your tongue and it was still actively bleeding. With that in mind you made direct eye contact with the beta before letting the mouthful spill over your bottom lip and drip down your front, hoping the gore would help emphasize your opinions on the situation.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re upset—”

“Bruce, why is she bleeding?” It was like getting punched in the face by alpha pheromones the moment the door to the room opened again and a much younger alpha stepped through with a practically panicked expression.

Before you or Bruce could respond you’d been swept up in the alpha’s arms. He was a few years younger than you, early twenties probably and being manhandled by a fetus was particularly bothersome. His scent kept you still for a few seconds before you started squirming, making a beta-like snarl while he corralled your limbs.

“Here Pete, can you sit with her over here? We need a blood draw and full work up, her natural hormones have probably been devastated by the chemicals in the suppressants she was taking,” Bruce gestured for the alpha to carry you to a metal table, likely meant to be used for some sort of experiments if the rest of the room was anything to judge by. "All of her reproductive organs could’ve been affected, I’ll need to do a pelvic exam. We’ll run an STD panel and—”

“No! I don’t consent!” Your voice came out as a growl, the best one you could manage. "This is false imprisonment! Let go of me you fucking knothead! This is illegal!”

The alpha started to purr immediately and you found yourself rendered boneless under the onslaught. It was startling—you’d forgotten how it felt, how calm and safe it made you feel. Alpha purrs were meant to soothe and comfort, the tones perfectly adjusted to the omega ear. They also caused a completely involuntary reaction in omegas, the same as all other alpha sounds. You had no choice but to feel relaxed, the white noise of a purr jumbling your thoughts.

Bruce smiled down at you, hand running over the top of your head where it rested against the alpha’s chest. "It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you, I just want to make sure you’re healthy.”

“Isn’t that better baby?” The alpha sat back on the table and pulled you to sit between his legs, tucked close to his chest. “And unless you have a guardian alpha, it’s not illegal. We’re doing our civic duty, taking care of an omega in unsafe conditions.”

The worst part was that you couldn’t fight it; you couldn’t find your way out of the calm static the purr filled your brain with. Even when Bruce started taking multiple vials of blood from your left arm, when he opened your mouth to check the damage to your tongue, when they started undressing you, you couldn’t fight. It was a hazy sort of half thought, that you wanted them to stop. It must’ve been apparent in your eyes, that you were trying to work your way out of the purr’s effects.

“Shhhh, sweetheart, you’re alright,” Bruce murmured quietly as his hands pressed the glands in your neck, fingers brushing gently against the scent gland in particular. "No swelling in your thyroid or mating nodes, that’s good. Suppressants can really cause problems in your hormone glands; the blood tests will tell us for sure but it looks like you might’ve dodged the worst of it if nothing’s enflamed. How long have you been on suppressants?”

Answering was the last thing on your mind, your eyes slowly roving over the room instead. It was some sort of lab set up, tons of machines and parts of machines, technology you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Bruce had been taking things from one particular cabinet that seemed to hold medical supplies, the rest of the place resembling a robotics factory or some kind of high-tech research and development lab. The doors had swished open automatically when Steve brought you in and when the new alpha came through. Who had automatic doors in a vacation home?

“Should I stop?” The alpha questioned the doctor, chest continuing to rumble. “I might be making her too calm I guess.”

“No, just keep doing what you’re doing Peter,” Bruce sighed slightly. "There’s too much coherence in her eyes as it is, I don’t know if the purr affects her as much as it should. I’m worried that if you weren’t enhanced it wouldn’t work at all. Look at me sweetie, can you focus on face?”

His hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head carefully while watching your eyes. You couldn’t find the energy to focus on his face; you couldn’t imagine the purr affecting you more than it already was and dreaded the idea that it could be worse. What did enhanced mean? Like the superheroes you’d been hearing about? You didn’t keep up on current events, unless they were Omega's Rights related.

“I’m sure it’s a result of the beta chemicals dampening her omega instincts,” Peter shifted you slightly as Bruce exchanged his gloves for a new pair. "Once her body starts producing hormones on its own again she should revert back to common responses to alpha stimuli.”

“You’re probably right, we’ll know for sure once I get the blood results,” Bruce gestured for Peter to sit up more, bringing your limp body with him. “I’m going to do a breast exam and a pelvic exam and we’re done. There are some other tests I want to run but I don’t have the equipment on hand so they’ll have to wait until Tony manages to get here. Peter, can you help move her arms?”

You felt like you almost managed to swim through the purr, rage fueling you as hands manipulated your breasts. The exam itself was clinical, professional even—or it would’ve been if he hadn’t been cooing at you the whole time, how good you were being, how sweet you were, how pretty your breasts were. Peter had hummed in agreement along with the doctor, his nose trailing up and down your neck. Your hands clenched into fists and you could feel Peter’s grip on your wrists shift with the movement.

“Calm down, baby,” the alpha’s voice cooed gently against the side of your head, lips pressing into your hair as Bruce shifted away and went for the medical cabinet again. "This is important. Suppressants could’ve caused tons of problems, cancerous growths in sexual organs or secondary sex characteristics is very common.”

Death would be a reprieve. The same thought that crossed your mind any time you considered the potential effects of suppressants. A reprieve from the hiding, the exhaustion, living out of your car or a tent, eating garbage because it was all you could afford—from the constant threat of having your autonomy ripped from your hands.

You relaxed your fists until you felt his grip loosen again, even if only slightly. Your only chance would be to rely on surprise and your speed, there was no other way you’d be able to get away. Forcing your body to relax was a trial though, adrenaline was starting to course through you the more you became used to the effects of the purr. Your scent was still massively dampened by the suppressants, Peter likely wouldn’t be able to smell the shift from fear to anticipation. You bit down on the sluggishly bleeding wound on your tongue, reigniting both the pain and blood flow.

“Alright, last part, we’re almost done and then we’ll get you comfortable, okay?” Bruce was wearing new gloves again, a bottle in hand as he walked back over. "Have you had a pelvic exam before?”

You waited until he was close enough and performed what seemed to be your go to act of defiance: spitting blood directly in his face. He reared back with a short curse, Peter immediately releasing your wrists—his goal was likely to readjust you in his lap, to gain a better hold, but you were fast, faster than an alpha (always faster than alphas, it was all you had). You’d slipped from his lap and darted for the automatic doors before either of them could respond. Running through the woods naked was the lesser evil.

Steel bands. You should’ve noticed, the doors opened too soon for them to be reacting to your presence, you were so focused on getting through. But the moment you did, it felt like steel bands wrapped around your torso, pinning your arms.

The alpha’s scent was like Steve’s—the moment your brain registered it the world went hazy. You were floating, body going limp for a precious few seconds that the alpha used to sweep you into his arms and stalk further into the room. Your senses came back just in time for you to be deposited back into Peter’s lap on the table, a massive blond alpha coming into view for the first time. Your gaze was immediately stuck on his, the heterochromatic eyes nearly hypnotizing. Fighting the daze he put you in was overwhelming, especially when a wide smile split his lips and his cheeks dimpled. One massive hand reached out, almost engulfing the entire lower half of your face.

“Hello little love.” Were alphas always as insanely massive as this one and Steve, or had you just stumbled across literally your worst nightmare? “They told me you’re a flighty thing, I suppose I arrived just in time, hm? Are you going to spit blood in my face as well? It seems to be your calling card.”

The look on your face must’ve betrayed the fact that you were really, really considering it. You had a mouthful of blood and nowhere to put it but his face, honestly. Instead you used the fact that Peter was mostly propping you up to lean over the edge of the table and proceeded to open your mouth, spilling blood down onto the alpha’s shoes nice white shoes.

“I wouldn’t challenge her,” Bruce’s voice drew your attention to where he was using a towel to wipe blood off his glasses, a wry smile and affection clear on his face. "She’s putting a lot of effort into being belligerent.”

The blond alpha rumbled with a grin, thumb brushing across your cheekbone. "It’s been a stressful day for her, there’s nothing she can do that will cause any persisting damage anyway. Let her have her little rebellions.”

You wanted to be furious—what kind of asshole looked a person dead in the eyes and called their attempts to escape false imprisonment little rebellions?—but Peter seemed to have realized where your train of thought had gone because he started purring immediately. Your spine went boneless, laying you flat against his chest.

“Can you lean up against the wall with her?” Bruce directed the younger alpha to shift until both of your legs were dangling over the edge, Peter’s back to the wall the table sat against. “You’re going to need to hold her in place, even while you purr. Alright sweetie, let’s get this out of the way. Thor, will you hold her leg please?”

The sound you made was an accident. Desperation and humiliation were crawling up your spine with astounding speed, even with Peter’s purr going like a motorboat and the sound was making it too hard to think through your instincts. Omega cries were a deliberate counterpart to the noises alphas made; whines and cries and hisses, perfectly pitched to make an alpha’s hindbrain stand at attention. The sound you made was a sharp, chirping whine—distress, distress, distress, help me, help me help m—

“Oh little love,” Thor’s voice had dropped several registers and he gently shuffled Bruce to the side so he could stand in front of you, slipping as close to the table as possible and tugging your legs to rest on either side of his hips and gently running his hands over your skin. “Let’s get you taken care of, you need rest.”

The pheromones he was putting out were meant to calm but you immediately opened your mouth, using the overwhelming scent of your own blood to drown them out. The alpha sighed and stepped aside again, taking your leg with him and spreading your thigh to rest over Peter’s leg with your foot planted on the table. A whine rose in your throat again but you locked it down, instead biting down on your tongue yet again. It was as grounding as it was painful, the tang of it souring your stomach.

It was your last coherent thought, that you were starting to feel nauseous from all of the blood you'd swallowed. Thor began to purr just after that and the sound was entirely devastating, bone deep and you went completely limp, your head falling to the side against Peter’s chest and your shoulders dropping. This is what acid felt like, you were pretty sure.

Your eyes lazily followed Bruce’s path as the doctor took his place between your legs again, lifting the other into a matching position. Some part of you was fully aware of how gut wrenching this was; completely naked and spread wide in front of two alphas and a beta, a situation you’d rather kill yourself than be in, but your brain couldn’t follow any emotional tethers while Thor purred. The doctor was speaking, you could feel his hands manipulating your vulva, but you couldn’t understand anything coming out of his mouth.

Peter’s hand came to your chin and tilted your head back until you could see him, smiling down at you. His mouth moved, your eyes almost able to track the movement of his lips enough to read them but your brain gave up halfway through. The two alphas were chuckling over something but you were distracted by the discomfort of something being inserted into your vagina. A sharp yip escaped your lips, your body still completely boneless as your eyes rolled down.

“It’s a speculum, sweetie, I’m sorry it’s uncomfortable,” it sounded like Bruce was talking underwater and you could almost feel his breath on your thigh, your mind irritatingly unable to think beyond the question 'who just keeps a fucking speculum lying around?' "Just a few more seconds while I get a pap smear.”

More discomfort came before the instrument was removed, another yip leading Peter to purr along side Thor. The rest of the exam was a blur, slippery fingers and pressure and foreign sensations. You could barely think, let alone realize that Bruce was finishing up the manual exam, when your eyes noticed movement behind them. You couldn’t really make out anything, nothing would focus, but you assumed it was Steve and Sam.

There were more voices but you couldn’t hear anything for an indeterminate amount of time. It wasn’t until Thor stopped purring again that you were able to start regaining your senses, as much as the continuous rumbling in Peter’s chest would allow. The difference between the sounds the two alphas produced was marked by your sudden ability to focus your eyes, to concentrate on voices, in the way your muscular control was slowly returning.

You were almost glad the young alpha was still purring—it meant that the spike of terror that tried to shoot through you was somewhat dulled, enough that it wouldn’t show in your scent. Sam and Steve had indeed come in, accompanied by a young woman with long auburn hair and porcelain skin, a beta from the scent. As soon as she made eye contact with you she smiled vibrantly, slipping forward and sneaking between your still spread thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, long fingers stroking absently against your neck as she leaned in, forcing your back tighter against Peter’s chest. "Will you let me see your trauma my love?”

Some sort of red miasma filled your vision, a fog you quickly realized was coming from her hands—and realization slammed into you like a freight train. You seen that before, in passing. And then the recognition made you nauseous—Thor. You didn’t keep up with current events, but certain names you couldn’t miss. Thor, Tony Stark, Captain America. Your eyes flashed to the blond man standing towards the back of the room; Captain America, Steve Rogers.

Desperation shot through your body like you’d been tazed. Your foot shot out of Thor’s hold, the alpha hadn’t been putting any actual effort into holding you still since you’d been so dazed, and connected with the woman’s chest to send her reeling. Before anyone else could respond, your throat rasped for several seconds before a warbling shriek escaped. The four alphas in the vicinity reacted like they’d been shot; Thor and Steve both stumbled back, and Sam’s knees practically gave out, sending him careening into the wall. Behind you, Peter, far too close to the source, immediately went limp.

There were several distress calls an omega could make. Most of the time, they were whines or chirps, noises meant to draw attention from packmates. They were small, careful sounds—nothing loud enough to attract attention from a foreign alpha or delta. Omegas were quarry to be stolen, after all, which was precisely why they had one, singular method of defending themselves against their biggest biological threat and that was a shriek.

When in close proximity, the sound was loud enough and tuned just so to daze an alpha’s hindbrain. The evolutionary explanation was that a loud shriek meant that an omega being confronted by an aggressive alpha could both temporarily stun their attacker and summon assistance—alphas or deltas, far enough away that the negative effects were nullified but within proximity to hear that an omega was in danger. The assumption being, of course, that an omega who shrieked was in danger from a stranger, not a packmate.

It only worked for a very short time though, any alpha or delta in the area would immediately converge on the omega’s location and deal with the problem—it was the reason you hadn’t used it outside. There was no reason for the effects to last when it summoned immediate assistance, though, and that meant you needed to move. You slid off the table, bare feet slapping tile as you just barely managed to dodge Bruce’s grasp. The woman, the witch from the news, was on the floor clutching her sternum.

The stairs were a blur, so was the foyer and the driveway. You hesitated at your car for all of ten seconds before running for the forest; your keys were in the pocket of your jeans, back down in the basement. Abandoning all of your possessions hurt somewhere deep in your heart but there wasn’t any time for sentiment. You had to get away, quickly.

Luckily the woods had become your home a long time ago. You moved between the trees silently, feet so heavily calloused from constantly going barefoot that you didn’t even notice the twigs and sharp stones digging into your flesh. Your brain shot into overtime. You needed to steal clothes, then cash. You’d lived with nothing for years, you could do it again for however long you needed to. The only thing you really needed was suppressants; everything else was a luxury.

You assumed they were behind you, you’d been running for a good three minutes. The straight path meant they could follow you easier but the goal had to be the maximum distance possible rather than the most strategic pattern. Your only advantage was being fast and you had no choice but to rely on it, especially since your hindbrain was wailing with every step you took. The suppressants were the only reason you could do it at all, the trade off for quieting those damn instincts being a tolerable mildness of character that did not appreciate the constant, incessant shriek of your baser self while you were trying to focus.

All you had to do was keep quiet until you could find one of the creeks running through the forest—so close to Lake Superior there was water everywhere. You would run through the creek in several different places, to mask your scent and make it difficult to follow. It wouldn’t be hard to find a hunting blind or shack, a hole in the ground was better than going back there. The moment your eyes caught on running water you dove into it, covering yourself with mud before jumping back up to continue running.

Captain America was super fast and you’d bet the rest of them were similar if not the same and you needed more distance. Somewhere in the back of your mind, prey behavior was setting in. Natural selection had driven your existence, you were the result of thousands of years of evolution, and the life you’d lived meant you were far more adapted to being hunted than most omegas. You were vulnerable but not helpless and as you coated yourself in more mud from a different part of the creek, chemosensory instincts started rattling through you.

They were coming. Your scent was inhibited by the suppressant’s and that made it harder for them to follow you but they were doing their best. Combined with the water and the mud, your scent was very difficult to pin down, even for a super soldier. You contemplated climbing a tree to hide, but the insane memory of how keen the noses of the pack following you were spurred you on. You kept running, covering yourself in mud two more times, before finding a tree with a massive tangle of roots at the bottom. Fighting whatever creature had made a home down there was worth it—it went deep, was heavily covered by underbrush and detritus from the trees, but most importantly it was surrounded by wild bergamot in full bloom.

It smelled lovely, spicy and floral with a citrusy overtone. You crawled through the dirt, wiggling between the roots and carefully avoiding crushing any plants or branches that could give you away. Whatever lived in there was out, likely foraging, and you took the creature’s absence to your advantage and pressed as far back into the hole as possible.

You weren’t tired, despite the long, exhausting day and the fucking trauma. Another small grace that adaption had provided was that once an omega began producing adrenaline, sleep became unnecessary—it was actually considered a very unenviable omega trait in the general population, but you’d found it’s uses worth the unpleasant side effects. Your heart would continue to race for the next several hours, your pupils wouldn’t return to normal for potentially days and your blood sugar had sky rocketed and that was going to be a nightmare for how ever long it lasted.

The waiting was going to hurt—there was nothing to pass the time and you had to actively focus on not being terrified or your omega scent could seep through, oh, what was it now? Five coats of mud from the creek, a significant amount of bergamot, and fifteen years of whatever the fuck suppressants did to your scent over time.

It wasn’t ten minutes later that you heard them. Stealth wasn’t their objective, that was clear from the amount of noise they made. You could hear Steve and Peter calling your name, although you didn’t know how they knew it. Thor was speaking, his tone low but certainly not quiet. They weren’t even moving that fast, walking almost leisurely.

“She’ll need to bathe and eat. Clint and Natasha are finishing up in New York. Steve, have you heard from Tony or Bucky? Carol?”

“Tony’s wrapping up, should be flying over pretty soon. Carol and Bucky were on their way up but I gave them a list of things to grab while they’re going through the bigger cities. Shouldn’t be too much longer for them either though.”

Steve and Thor were different than Sam or Peter. You couldn’t pin down exactly what had set your teeth on edge, but the scent the two blond alphas gave off was different. Their pheromones were worse, more infectious. Eye contact with Steve had made your hindbrain beg to go to him, regardless of the rationality you could usually manage thanks to the suppressants. You could remember the feel of Thor’s hand on like it was seared into your skin instead, you wanted him to never not be touching you ever again—

If you could’ve slapped yourself without making noise you would’ve. The stupid omega in your brain, that dumb, easy cunt was going to get you killed. You sealed your lips, clenched your teeth and tucked your hands under your bent knees. Night was starting to fall to your benefit, the shadows were getting darker. You were so far back they would have to crouch down and crawl half way in to see you.

If you could keep your wits until they passed you could double back, trying to find your keys would be a wash but you could grab clothes from the back of your ancient Tahoe. You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the basement, but you didn’t think it was long enough for them to have gone through your things.

“Could she have gotten this far?” You held your breath as Sam stopped far too close to your hiding place for comfort.

“Omegas are fast and she seemed faster than most,” Bruce answered. “We’ll know for sure once her blood work comes back, but from her physiology I’d say she presents as a classical omega. She’s probably the first in her family in a long, long time. To have a scream that loud in this day and age? The omega gene must’ve been skipped so long that there was no chance for it to adapt to modern omega qualities.”

“There’ve been some studies suggesting that the classical omega attributes are making a come back in the general population,” Peter’s voice came from much farther away. "They haven’t been peer reviewed enough yet and they haven’t been replicated en masse because they don’t have enough subjects, alphas aren’t exactly thrilled to have their omegas studied, but—”

“The lack of data aside, I assume there’s a correlation between the alphas willing to allow their omegas to participate and the behavior of the omega in question. Do you think—”

“Focus, Bruce,” Steve’s voice was light with affection. "The point is that yes, she could’ve gotten this far or farther. The way she keeps running into the creek is messing up the footprints and—”

Their voices faded as they continued the same linear path you’d been running earlier. The fact that they didn’t even sound a little concerned that you could get away was both insulting and unnerving. You didn’t need alphas having that kind of confidence regarding your behavior—and why weren’t they moving any faster? The paranoia was immediate and overwhelming, what did they know about that you didn’t? Something they assumed would hinder you farther along in the woods? Something they were planning for when they found you? When.

You forced yourself to count slowly to six hundred, waiting what you hoped was a full ten minutes before silently crawling out of your hide. Their scents were everywhere, you could smell where Sam had been standing almost directly over the opening in the roots. They were still too close for comfort and you turned, running back through the forest. Your feet were starting to feel sore, usually you’d at least watch where you stepped but there just wasn’t time—you had to get away before they could enact their plans.

The clearing the cabin sat in was coming up and you forced yourself to slow as you approached the tree line, keeping a careful eye out for the beta woman. You couldn’t remember what her call sign was, something to do with witches, and you definitely didn’t want her using that red magic stuff on your head.

The extra seconds of waiting paid off, watching her pace the porch for a few moments before her phone rang. She answered, walking inside and closing the doors behind her. You didn’t wait an extra second, darting across the clearing to where you car was sitting in the driveway with the trunk popped. They must’ve started going through your things but stopped part of the way through.

You could see one of your go bags though, squished between your rolled up sleeping bag and tent. The straps of the bag squeaked with how hard you yanked it out, hesitating slightly—instinct told you to leave the sleeping bag, but you’d grown used to the luxury of it and leaving the stupid thing behind made you decidedly sad. You tossed the straps of the go bag over your shoulder and turned away, knowing it would slow you down and—

There was an Iron Man suit standing directly behind you, gauntlets rested on the hips and the head cocked to the side. You froze, as if staying still could prevent it from noticing you. Fuck, you hoped there wasn’t a man in there. A stupid thought, you considered as you stared silently, trying to decide if there was any way out. Hope was a joke at this point but you didn’t have anything else.

“Hi princess,” it was a distinctly human voice, if filtered. "Hope I didn’t miss too much of the fun.”

content warning: nonconsensual medical procedures, general noncon touching/assault.

edited 7/9/21 - still on hiatus

#avengers x reader #dark!avengers x reader #steve rogers x reader #thor x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #bruce banner x reader #carol danvers x reader #clint barton x reader #will reblog w tags

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wiener-soldiers · 4 years

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Hey sorry if Ur requests aren't open but could I request one where Peter and the reader go to some of the haunted locations from BuzzFeed unsolved (the reader being a boogara and Peter being a Shania) they record it and post it on YouTube and it's just funny and chaotic 😘

i’m really vibing w this unsolved! stark! reader shit so i’m still gonna roll w it

(referencing this fic and this hc!)

so pretty much over the course of a month, y/n’s yt channel (where she posts exclusively videos of her and peter doing unsolved stuff) raked in more than a million subs

they film videos mockumentary-style because of course they do (they’re huge fans of the office)

peter also made a channel of his own, mostly to post aesthetic vlogs and interact with the fans from y/n’s channel

pretty soon, people were leaving comments/tweeting at y/n and peter, asking them to visit haunted locations

which poses a few problems: a) y/n as not allowed traveling by herself because being a stark meant being a high profile target who is still a child. like tony would literally die before he let his daughter travel by herself without protection; b) peter and y/n are too scared to go to locations by themselves. y/n is insistent that these places are actually haunted so she thinks they need to have someone to protect them because they’re literal children. that someone can’t be peter because he needs to protect his identity. the fact that peter can’t protect y/n and himself makes him nervous too.

their compromise? a chaperone flies the quinjet to their haunted location and joins them on ghost hunts. the chaperone being an avenger.

and depending on who brings them on their trip, the vibe of the video is VERY DIFFERENT

tony is a boogara mostly because he’s seen too much shit to be a skeptic tbh

when he’s in videos, they usually get the most views because HELLO the man is basically elon musk but a superhero

he has very nonchalant energy in videos and makes asides that are hilarious

*something crashes in the distance* “oh shit. y/n honey, it’s a ghost” he says in the most monotone voice ever.

he doesn’t really want to flaunt his tech in the videos (also he doesn’t want to accidentally blow up the place) so he usually only brings a baseball bat

which y/n is always like “okay, so on this episode of my dad is an idiot: he brought a baseball bat to fight ghosts”

peter and y/n usually take turns filming, and tony has basically mastered the deadpan stare to camera

“dad, did you hear that???? i heard something fall!!!” y/n probably said.

“that was me, babe!” peter hisses back at her from behind the camera

cue tony’s deadpan stare into the camera

when steve chaperones trips, he doesn’t really understand what y/n and peter are doing but as the designated beefy but responsible uncle, he brings his shield anyways.

honestly he’s a boogara too because he’s seen a lot of shit that doesn’t make sense to him so WHY NOT add ghosts to the list

that doesn’t mean he’s really scared of them though

he usually enters buildings first, letting y/n or peter carry his shield

he's also the type to wander around the building without telling anybody because he honestly thinks it's harmless

but in the process, he scares the shit out of y/n and peter

“y/n...where did steve go?” peter asks y/n, who’s currently behind the camera

steve then walks into the room innocently while y/n and peter lose their shit

“steve don’t do that!!!” y/n yells at him while pointing the flashlight onto his face

“do what??” he asks dumbfoundedly

episodes with steve usually end up becoming really iconic gif sets

by far the most chaotic episodes are with sam and bucky

those two have become a package deal because if either tony or steve are unavailable, y/n and peter ask either bucky or sam. but no matter who they ask, the other asks if they can come too

and because steve and tony are usually busy, bucky and sam are the most common guests

they even updated their social media bios because they go ghost hunting so much.

(bucky’s bio: avenger. plum lover. steve’s best friend. apparently, a ghost hunter.)

(sam’s bio: the funny avenger with wings. i also hunt ghouls on the side.)

bucky is shaniac because he just thinks ghosts aren’t real. plain and simple.

sam is a boogara when it comes to literally any other conspiracy theory, but a shaniac when it comes to ghosts.

but when they’re together, they collectively share one brain cell so they both get scared really easily even if they don’t believe in ghosts

whenever it’s an episode about a haunted building with sam, y/n and peter don't even bother editing out all the swears because there are so many so what’s even the point.

“fucking FUCK!! did you guys hear that fucking shit!! okay, stay fucking CALM IT’S NOT MOTHERFUCKING GHOST OKAY???” sam probably says at the sound of a door creaking

his pre and post exploration interviews are also always really funny because he is usually drinking out of a flask saying “if i die, there’s no way a ghost is going to kill me fucking sober”

bucky is generally non-vocal but makes the funniest facial reactions because he gets startled by sam’s screaming

sam overreacting because of something like the wind + bucky’s face of pure shock at his sudden outburst = perfect content fo the slow zoom in

despite sam and bucky always saying they hate ghost hunting on camera, they secretly love it and love spending time with y/n and peter

they are easily the fan favourite and the most requested guests

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker headcanon #tom holland headcanon #peter parker x stark! reader

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hold-our-destiny · 4 years

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My silence means i am tired (of fighting) chapter 1

yayayayayayay the big day is here. @canonismybitch ‘s birthday!!! go send her all the love you want.

This is a fic based slightly off of a criminal minds episode she forced me to watch. so yay.

read it here on ao3

Also my @badthingshappenbingo square for ‘bound and gagged’

warnings: home invasion, blood, near death, kind of a cliffhanger, there WILL be a happy ending.

also a little note: i wrote Peter in this to be 15/16, if a 15 year old kid is alone in a penthouse with no security system and no way of calling for help, he’s gunna be pretty scared. so i basically wrote him into being more scared than invested in fighting back, as in paralysed with fear, glad we could clear that up.

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Tony realised they shouldn’t have gone to dinner that night. He knows they shouldn’t have left Peter alone, no matter how much the kid insisted. He had a bad feeling from the beginning of the night, but he brushed it off. Ignored it.

He couldn’t put into words how much he regretted that now.

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Tony giggled as him and the team walked out of the restaurant, all in various stages of drunkenness, leaning on each other as they walked down the street. Bruce and Steve were the only ones who were sober, maybe just slightly tipsy. Bruce, well he couldn’t lose control and let the hulk out, and Steve, he could have three bottles of whiskey and still not be drunk, perks of being a supersoldier.

“Tony, Tony Tony! Tell- tell clint about when, when you walked in on Steve and Bucky” Natasha giggled, Steve ran in between them, pulling tony towards him.

“No! No, no, you’re not doing that tonight” The three avengers all groaned in protest, but Steve didn’t let up, leading the group towards the tower.

It took them 10 minutes to get through the rotating doors by the entrance, even longer to all fit in the elevator, somehow all managing to get in (Bucky and sam having to cram themselves into a corner but that’s besides the point), some of the team tripping over their feet on the way in. Tony called out to FRIDAY, eyebrows creasing when he didn’t get an answer, but shrugged it off.

God how much he regretted that now.

The doors opened to the penthouse, lights on and laughs from the elevator filling the air. Slowly, they filtered out of the elevator, some leaning on others. It took them a few seconds to notice the limp body on the floor, stopping in their tracks as they did, before Tony choked out a whisper.

“Peter?”

As they slowly processed the scene, the room erupted in chaos. Rhodey yelling out for Bucky to go get Cho, Natasha quickly turning the teenager’s head over to find a weak pulse. He saw Bruce run over to the body, immediately getting into the doctor mindset he was well known for- yelling out orders to Sam and Steve, Tony stood frozen.

God please, not him.

Tony shook his head and stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the teenager’s head, he moved to hold one of the kid’s hands, gagging when it nearly slipped out of his hold, slick with blood. Tony looked down, startled at the sight of the kid- his kid. There was a puddle of blood underneath him, slowly growing bigger, as his skin paled. Tony didn’t dare try to find where the blood was coming from, he’d leave that to Bruce.

He saw Peter was tied up, ropes around his wrists and ankles, bruised and bloody. His breathing was laboured through the gag shoved in his mouth. God, how long had he been like this?

Tony flinched as someone pulled him away from the limp body, going quietly, knowing it was the best for the kid. Doctors obstructed his view as they loaded him onto a stretcher. He turned around in the person’s grip to find Rhodey holding him back. He turned his face into his best friend’s chest, tears starting to fall.

As the elevator doors closed behind the various doctors, he heard the team start to talk. He mainly zoned out what they were saying, but one question stood out to all of them.

How did this happen?

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A few minutes later, Tony stood in the lab, rhodey next to him, with the team stood by the back wall, they knew they shouldn't be intruding on this moment, but they deserved to know what happened to their favourite team member. They knew they had to see it for themselves.

The screens in front of them lit up, “Sorry boss, it seems my systems were compromised and I was turned off after you left,” Announced FRIDAY.

Tony sighed, “That’s okay, babygirl, the cameras were up, though, right?” The rest of the team looked shocked as the AI answered.

“Yes, boss.”

Tony sighed and nodded, somewhat relieved. He’d made sure the cameras were always recording just in case FRIDAY was down, he never thought he’d have to check. The screen in front of him showed a frozen scene of the entrance from the kitchen to the living room.

The team held their breath as the video started to play.

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Peter turned the light on as he walked into the kitchen, humming under his breath. He grabbed a glass of water before turning to walk into the lounge. He raised a hand to his neck as his senses tingled, but shook it off.

It’s safe here.

He sat on the couch and started flipping through the channel options on the tv, kicking his feet up to rest on the coffee table. The team had only left 10 minutes ago but he was going to make the most out of his alone time.

He felt a presence behind him, turning his head slightly to check on it, finding nothing. He shrugged it off yet again, not fully letting his guard down.

Only a few minutes later, he felt the same presence, turning to check, he chastised himself for being so wary, he’s spiderman, he can handle himself. He found nothing yet again, turning to look back at the tv before he heard a crash from the kitchen.

Immediately, he jumped up, checking his wrists-

His webshooters were in the lab.

That’s okay, that’s fine, he can just call Tony-

He left his phone in the kitchen.

What’s he thinking? He doesn’t need Tony. It’s probably just some plates falling over.

Still, he was slow as he walked to the entrance to the kitchen. He looked through the doorway, breathing out a small sigh of relief when he found nothing, he checked through some of the cupboards, finding nothing out of place.

He started humming again, moving back towards the tv, ready to binge watch brooklyn 99 for the rest of the night.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard a voice.

“‘S a lovely song you’re humming there” Peter whirled around, moving into a fighting stance, eyes landing on a man sat on the edge of the couch, looking relaxed.

His shoulder length brown hair moved as he spoke, “Such a nice coincidence the team was away for the night,” he moved to rest his head on his fist, propped up by his knee,”We’ve got hours together now”

Peter’s mind seemed to run at twice the speed, as he ran towards the lab, desperate to find something to fend off this guy, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone.

He shut himself in his bedroom, rummaging through his drawers for his spare webshooters, moving at lightning speed.

They weren’t here.

He sobbed as he heard footsteps come closer to his room, feeling completely helpless.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,”

The doorknob to his room turned slowly, as if taunting him. The man stepped through, spotting Peter crouched in the corner of the room immediately. He smiled sickly, walking toward him.

He easily took Peter's wrists in one of his hands, holding them away from both of them, effectively holding Peter back. He was helpless to stop it. The man took a cloth out of his pocket, turning it over in his hand once or twice, Peter pulled back as much as he could from him.

“Come on, now, it’s okay. Just… relax” he chuckled slightly as he held the cloth to Peter’s mouth, pressing it firmly to his closed lips and nose.

Within a few seconds, Peter’s eyes were drooping closed, the scent going through his system without him knowing. The man kept the cloth pressed to Peter’s face as he let go of his wrists and picked him up, carrying him out of the room.

“It’ll all be over soon”

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#irondad #irondad fic #tony stark #peter parker #steve rogers #whump #hurt/comfor #there will be a happy ending #part one #home invasion #blood #kind of gore #hospital #drug use #daniel writes

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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Just A Really Big Mistake (6/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU - Heavily based on ‘Jane the Virgin’, I do not own Jane the Virgin or the characters I write with. All rights go to the original creators.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, almost sex, slight angst, invasion of privacy.

Idea from @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat

A/N: Did I procrastinate writing this because I decided to re watch the show? Yes. Did I also write a Natasha Smut in that time? Yes. This took ages because of planning and figuring out characters but I have a clearer head and here you are, chapter six. I will be stopping this fic after Season One because goddamn I will not be able to cope with that, even though I do want to see Natasha and June co-parenting because that would be the cutest thing ever, maybe I’ll write a oneshot or something.

The doorbell rang through the house and May goes to answer the door. “Delivery.” The man said before dumping the gift basket on her arms and walking away again.

May kicked the door closed and carried the basket to the table.

“What the hell is that?” Pepper asks as she gets up from the couch.

“I think it’s a gift from Tony.” May says as she picks a headshot of Tony from the wrapping.

Pepper comes over and observes the basket it’s full of different assortments and gifts. May turns over the headshot to see the words ‘I’m sorry.’ written on the back. “He’s apologising again.”

She shows Pepper and she nods. “At least he’s going to stay away from June now.”

“Hi, I’d like your biggest, most grandest room, please.” Tony says with a confident smile as he checks into the Howling Winters Hotel, the hotel that Bucky owned and where you were currently working.

You walked up to the bar inside the lounge and placed down a tray of empty cocktail glasses for the bartender to replace when someone called.

“Miss?” A voice said from down the bar.

You turned and froze in your spot, seeing the Tony Stark sitting down the bar and smiling at you. A man you’ve only ever seen on the TV shows.

“Oh my god.” You uttered out in your frozen state.

“Yes. It is me.” Tony flashed you his signature grin, and you swear his whitened teeth gleamed at you.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat.

“Please,” Tony puts his hands up and gets off his stool. “No please, just, breathe.” Tony starts breathing deeply to demonstrate and you follow him.

“It happens all the time.” Tony explains as you keep breathing and you gleaming up at him, still not quite believing he’s on front of you. “It is sometimes very hard for normal people, like...you, to believe it when they see me in person.” He says like he’s trying not to offend you but you don’t care.

You nod as you understand. “You know what, this is going to be really embarrassing and I’ll probably get in trouble for it later but...” You say and Tony nods along. “Can I get a photo?” You ask sheepishly.

Tony can practically feel his heart burst. “Oh yes, I would love that very much.”

He knew that he was going to be in deep shit with May and Pepper, but he couldn’t resist taking a picture with you, you were his daughter.

You pulled out your phone and turned around for a selfie. As you turned on the camera, you could see him looking at over your shoulder, gazing at your face. You turn to look at him and as you make eye contact, he snaps out of it and turns to the phone. You smile at your phone as you snap a photo with him.

You squeal as you look at the photo. “I love it! Thank you!”

“Would you mind sending that to me on twitter?” Tony asks hopefully.

“Not at all! I’ll do it right now.” You reassure him and tape away at your phone. He looks down and checks his phone, smiling at the photo again and immediately sets it to be his background.

“Thank you, so much.” He says as his emotions get too much for him and he almost starts to cry.

You notice the crack in his voice but shake your head. “No, thank you.” You smile up at him and he nods, still looking at the photo.

“I hope you don’t mind but I really should get back to work.” You say and point towards the bar which now held your tray with fresh cocktails.

“Oh, of course.” Tony smiles and puts his phone away.

“It was nice meeting you, though.” You say as you grab the tray and start to walk away.

“Pleasure was all mine, June.” He says to himself as he watches you walk away with a little skip in your step.

If only it was because you knew he was your father.

May gasps as she receives the selfie that you took with Tony. Peter turns to look at her with confusion and she shows him the picture.

Peter raises his eyebrow at her and sighs to himself. “You guys need to tell her soon. Because if you don’t, it looks like he will.”

May glared at Peter but she knew he was right. Even though he was a little cling-on that wasn’t going to leave the nest anytime soon, he was incredibly smart and very loyal. He helped May and Pepper this morning with Tony and fooling you, they’ve got to tell you.

You were getting ready for your get together with Natasha when a staff member asked you to take a dry cleaned dress up to their suite.

With haste, you carried it up and knocked before opening the door.

“Hello?” You called through the suite. No one answered. “Natasha?” You tried again.

When you got no response, you went to place the dress on the bar right next to the door when you had an idea.

You saw Natasha take a pill the morning, and with no one in the suite right now, it would be the perfect opportunity to check if she were taking any drugs you would be worried about.

You shake your head at yourself for even thinking about it and mentally yelled. But this was just too perfect of an advantage. Would she lie to you if you asked her? You don’t know. You fought with yourself for a few seconds before your feet carried you into the room. Seeing the massive master bedroom, you saw that the wardrobe doors were open and vanity with makeup sat against a wall.

Walking over, you saw an orange pill bottle sitting on the vanity and you picked it up to look at it. As you observed it, you see something move from the corner of your eye and you look into the mirror, seeing Natasha standing near the wardrobe doors with her hands on her hips.

You yelp and drop the bottle, whipping around to face her.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry, Natasha.” You start, trying to calm your poor heart from the fright. Yep, this is what you get for snooping.

“I knew we had a meetup today, just didn’t think it was going to be in my bedroom.” She says with a tone as she walks towards you with an arched eyebrow.

“I, uh-“ You raked your brain looking for a reason and an excuse to come up with. You could easily lie and blame it on the hormones or the pregnancy jitters that made gave you a headache.

But you sighed. “I’m sorry Nat. I just saw you outside the crime scene earlier and I saw you take a pill.” You explained. “Snooping was not the best option, but I just had to know that you were...” you trail off your sentence, trying your beat not to offend her.

“Using?” She suggested, her brow still arched to her hairline.

You bite your lip as you cringe. You felt so ashamed of yourself right now.

“Well, I’m not. Just to clarify.” She bent down and picked up the bottle. She showed you the label. “They’re Xanax pills.”

You left out the light bit of air you were holding in about the pills.

“I was prescribed them two years ago when my husband was diagnosed with cancer. I’ve only taken three of them. One when I got them, one when he went into an eight-hour surgery and another one today after his best friend died.” Nat looks at the pills solemnly as she spoke.

You shifted in your spot uncomfortably. “I’m really sorry, Nat. I can’t begin to even think of-“

Natasha raised her hand and stopped you from talking.

She looked up at you and you swallowed, nervous at what she was going to do after you invaded both hers and her husband’s privacy.

“I understand.” She says simply.

You frown at her. “You do?”

She nods. “Mhm. You’re carrying our baby through pure accident and I can understand wanting to make sure you’re giving it to the perfect people.” She gives you an understanding smile.

You smile back at her, thankful that she wasn’t going to get you fired.

“I actually want to show you something.” She says before grasping your wrist gently and leading you out of the master bedroom and down the hall, into another room.

You stop at the door as you see the layout of a nursery.

“I was going to put the crib near the window but Then I thought that can be harmful in case of a storm or an intruder picking the wrong window.” Natasha explained as she went around the room, touching all the baby furniture and smiling down at it.

Looking at the beautifully set room, you started to tear up.

Natasha turns and sees you starting to cry. “Is it all too much?” She asks you, concerned.

“No. It’s perfect.” You nod and sniff. “I’m officially hormonal.”

You say and give a laugh as wipe at your face.

“I hope this gives you to reassurance you need.” Natasha says, walking back to you in her beautiful red bathrobe that matches her hair, and you wonder how she is so effortlessly beautiful. “And please, instead of stressing yourself when you have a doubt, just ask me.” She said in a soft voice and placed her hands on your shoulders. “I won’t bite.”

You nod and smile at her. “I’m sorry if I ruined our coffee date.”

Nat huffed and shook her head. “It’s okay. I guess you’ve seen the best thing that I could offer as far as helping through the pregnancy. You never have to worry about what colour to paint to baby walls.” She says as you look up at the walls.

“You’re right.” You say. Slightly sad on the inside. A part of you wanted to help pick out the colour of the walls and the type of crib, but you have to remember that this baby has an amazing family to come to.

You shake and sigh, wiping at your face one last time. “Well, I’m gonna go end my shift and then come back up and have coffee?”

“Of course, I’ll start brewing.” Natasha says with a smile.

You leave the suite and pull out your phone to text Steve.

You were right. I am hormonal.

He texts back almost immediately.

No, I’m sorry I was out of line.

You really weren’t. I just cried at the sight of a nursery.

You bite your lip before texting more.

I might’ve also snooped in their room and found Natasha’s pills.

You did what?!

Yep. I was worried and thought I was alone. But it’s okay, she’s okay. I’m about to have coffee with her, are we still on for tonight?

I wouldn’t miss it for the world, I’ll meet you at the room ;)

You put your phone down and did a little skip, excited that everything was falling into place.

After your coffee date with Natasha, you dress yourself up and head to the 11th-floor suite you had booked for both you and Steve.

You round the corner and see Steve standing and waiting at the door for you.

You give him a smile as his eyes trail over your body. You put on a nice dress for tonight and you wanted to impress him.

“You look beautiful.” His voice is low as he drinks you in.

“Thank you.” You say quickly before stepping up to him and wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Steve grasps your hips and pulls you against him.

The kiss is so passionate that you almost feel your knees melt. His tongue softly massages against yours and you moan into his mouth.

“Maybe we should get inside.” Steve mumbles against your lips.

“Yeah, I think we should.” You agree and let go of him.

He also lets you go and steps back as you open the door with the key card.

Opening up, you see the nicest room you’ve seen besides the penthouse suite.

The room expanded further than you could see and the bed was tall and large.

“Holy crap.” You breathed out as you observe the room.

Two arms circle your waist and lips caress your neck. “This is perfect.” Steve murmurs against your skin.

Goosebumps grow across your neck and down your arms at his touch, his breath fans across the back of your neck and you feeling your chest swell and your lower belly grows hot.

You turn to him and look him in his piercing blue eyes, pulling him down to you again and reattaching your lips.

His big hands grab your waist and pull you against him again, travelling down your back and around your backside, giving you a firm squeeze.

His grip made you squeal and giggle, letting his tongue enter your mouth and hoist you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

With you in his stronghold, he carries you over to the bed and drops you onto the covers. You yelp as you hit the covers and Steve falls to land on top of you, hovering just above you.

“I love you.” Steve whispers to you, just looking into your eyes.

Your hands caress over his cheeks and across his jawline, feeling his stubble scratch under your fingertips and the heat of his skin in your hands. “I love you too.” You whisper back to him.

Steve’s brows crease in what you can only say was love and he leans down to capture your lips again.

You pull his body down against yours and your legs part to let him closer to you. Your knees cage him to you and your dress rides up to your hips. You moan against his mouth and your fingers move down to lift his shirt over his head. He flings it to the side before going to pull down the straps of your dress.

“You sure this is what you want?” Steve sits up to ask you.

You open your mouth to answer when suddenly the fire alarm blares through the entire hotel. You sat up fast and your forehead collided with Steve’s in a clash.

Steve groans, and sits up clutching his head.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” You groan, clutching your own forehead.

“No, it’s okay.” Steve says with his eyes squeezed shut, rubbing his head. “Is it a false alarm?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t heard anything about it.” You crawl over to the side where you saw his shirt fly. “We should probably leave.”

You find his shirt and throw it back at him, and even though you wanted him to lay back down, he caught the shirt and covers his toned torso back up.

“C’mon.” He says and grasps your hand, leading you out of the room again.

You feel very solemn, looking back at the room, your moment with Steve had just been whisked away and you are now being dragged down the fire exit stairs with Steve.

You guys make it out of the hotel and onto the lawn grass where all the residents were standing.

“I should probably check it out.” Steve said with a frown as he spotted some police cars. You nod and let him go over.

“Hey.” Bucky’s voice said behind you.

You turn and see him, looking frustrated. “Hey. What happened?”

He shrugs. “Someone pulled the alarm but I don’t think that there actually is a fire.” He sighs, clearly annoyed but he fact everyone had to evacuate for nothing.

“You had a memorial party for Sam tonight didn’t you?” You ask him, trying to get his mind off it.

“Yeah,” He sighs again and stuffs his hands in his pockets. Bucky thinks for a moment but smiles. “It was awesome. Very Sam.”

“What about your father wanting to distance himself from bad publicity?” You asked, glad they threw a party.

“I guess it would’ve been worse if word got out that my father ignored the fact that he was my old college roommate.” Bucky smiles down at you proudly.

You smiled back up at him.

“I’m glad that you did that.” You say.

“Thank you, and thank you again. Your judgeyness was what helped.” Bucky places a hand on your shoulder and once again, you could feel your heart racing at his touch.

“Hey,” Steve said from behind you, causing you to whip around and knock Bucky’s hand off your shoulder. “The guys say it was a false alarm.” Steve says with a firm tone, keeping his eyes hard on Bucky.

“Yeah, I suspected that. I’m gonna go file these guests back into their room.” Bucky says and waves you goodbye.

You and Steve hover for a moment before moving over to a bench that was away from the crowd that was slowly dissipating.

“We really almost did it back there.” Steve said as he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah, we really did.” You laugh slightly, thinking about it.

“If the fire alarm didn’t go off, do you think you would’ve gone through with it?” Steve asked and you thought about it.

You felt safe, warm and calm with him. In the moment he was on top of you on that bed, you couldn’t have thought of anyone better to do it with.

“Yeah,” You look at him. “I would’ve. Because I trust you and I will be glad when I can finally have sex with you.” Your words make you both laugh.

“That’s why I have an idea.” Steve says. You look at Steve in curiosity. “Why wait to get married? We know what we want and we know that even though you don’t want to wait anymore, you didn’t say that you were going to wait until marriage.” Steve takes a pause and you stay silent but encourage him to keep going. “Let’s get married now.”

“Like right now?” You ask, your voice high.

“No, not right now.” Steve chuckles. “But now like, next week.”

“Oh my god.” You say to him. “I think yes!” You say happily.

Steve’s face lifts happily.

“Let’s do it!”

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 4 years

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Can’t Loose You

Summary: The avengers are calling in anyone who has experience with Thanos, and that includes the guardians of the galaxy. However, when a conference call with Tony Stark goes badly that’s when Peter realizes how much he has to loose. How there’s just certain things, maybe even certain people, that he just can’t live without. Suddenly Peter realizes that he just can't loose you.

Word Count: 3829

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Song Pairing: Fooled Around and Fell in Love

Author’s note: god this is something I wrote a long, long, time ago. still, I think you guys are going to really like it! I think after this I am officially caught up on all my marvel fics!!

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

Peter getting genuinely mad was not something that normally happened. Sure he got into fights with Rocket or even the occasional fight with Gamora, but nothing super serious. They would be solved within an hour or so, and soon replaced with “We’ve been married for forty years” bickering.

Not today though, Peter was truly mad. He slammed the door shut as he left his room, “Have I ever told you that Tony Stark is a huge dickwad”. The Avengers were calling in anyone who had experience with Thanos, which meant he had to video chat with them.

Raising an eyebrow you said, “What happened did he say his gun was bigger than yours?”. Peter laughed dryly and gave you a bitch face, letting you know he was truly angry.

Raising his hands up in anger he said, “No he didn’t (y/n), but he insulted us all!”. You’d placed down the book you’d been reading, giving Peter your full attention. Trying to ease his anger you asked, “Have you talked with Steve he’s much more-”.

Peter cut you off, “He said we were inexperienced, that I don’t care enough about you guys and put your lives in danger!”. You had expected something like that to annoy Peter, but not make him fuming.

You walked over to him, “Why did he say that Peter?”. His anger only grew, and he avoided your gaze. He punched the wall, “Doesn’t matter, the asshole said it! I care about you guys so much!! We’re family and-”.

This time Peter was cut off by Rocket, “ I think we all know who you care about Quill”. You felt yourself blushing as Rocket tried to subtly hint at you but failed. The rest of the team had walked in, done running errands for the day.

Peter pointed a finger at Rocket, “Don’t start with me right now I’ve seconds away from calling you the “r” word!”. Rocket just rolled his eyes, and took Groot to go sit down with him.

Gamora asked, “Maybe Tony was referencing your trip to Morag with (y/n)”. That was one of the missions that the team could never forget.

Drax added, “Oh yes, that was the time where Peter made a huge mistake and got (y/n) seriously injured”. Gamora turned sending daggers at Drax while he looked confused. That mission was something Peter hated talking about.

You and Peter had been sent to Morag to retrieve an ancient script that the Nova Corps needed. It was supposed to be the classic run of the mill mission which is why only you and Peter went.

Morag was an oceanic planet, and only housed various species of animals. The script was located in a sea cavern, but you had a map telling you directly where it was.

Rocket had given you and Peter special equipment to breath underwater. The mission couldn’t get any simpler.

You and Peter easily found the cavern, and it was amazing to be underwater but have everything be clear as day. Peter smirked watching you take it in, “Guess swimming with the fishes ain’t so bad in this case huh (y/n)”.

Smiling back you said, “As long as either of us don’t go belly up”. This caused the both of you to laugh, you were the only one who was able to share Peter’s sense of humor.

Being from Earth helped greatly, Peter had first found you on Xandar. You’d been a shield agent sent to help handle intergalactic communications.

It had been love at first Footloose reference, except both of you hid your true feelings from each other. Settling for friendship in order to not lose everything. Peter knew he needed to keep you in his life no matter what.

Peter swam ahead of you, entering the cavern. The script was right in front of him, “Uh houston have a problem...this was too easy”. He turned around expecting to see you roll your eyes or try not to smile at his joke.

Peter grabbed the script and shoved it into it’s waterproof case, slinging it around his back. Quickly he jumped back into the water, wanting to make sure you were okay.

His eyes widened when he saw you being dragged down deeper by a huge shark like creature. As he sprung into action Peter said, “We’re gonna need a bigger boat”.

He wondered why you hadn’t yelled for help but then saw the various scratches all over your helmet, the bastard had cut the communication cord.

The creature was thrashing around, going behind and infront of you. Peter noticed you motioning to your suit, and he realized the air tank had been punctured by the creature's teeth.

He had to do something quickly before your air supply ran out and the creature dragged you out of range. It was a risky shot but he took it anyway, firing an underwater gun the Nova had given him.

At last second the creature had moved, but Peter still hit it. He swam over to you watching the creature sink to the ground. Blood clouded the water around you, turning it from a light blue to a dark red.

Peter’s smile faded when he saw you clench your side, realizing although he’d hit the creature he’d also hit you. Things got worse when he saw your eyes begin to close, your mouth opening.

With all of his strength Peter carried you to the surface, swimming as fast as he could. The entire time he talked to you, “We’re gonna get out of this and you’re gonna wake up and give me that classic smirk”.

As he dragged you out of the water he continued, “That look where you pretend to be mad at me but we both know you find me irresistibly charming and when you think I’m not looking you finally smile”.

He quickly placed his breathing peace into your mouth while with the other hand he applied pressure to where you’d been bleeding.

Peter shook his head, “Come on (y/n) you can’t quit on me yet, you still owe me that drink from when I beat you in pacman!”. His smile returned when he watched you open your eyes and begin to cough.

With all your strength you said, “We both know I let you win Quill”. Somehow he found himself smiling, god you were just as stupid as him.

Peter was scared you’d heard everything he’d said, but maybe you’d be too out of it to even remember. He called for Rocket to come meet you with the Milano, and he carried you aboard.

That had been one of the worst memories of Peter’s life, the moment where he almost lost you. In that moment he realized how he didn’t love you like a friend, he loved you loved you.

That had been the exact moment Stark had brought up on the phone, and it made Peter furious. Speaking up you said, “We all know that wasn’t Peter’s fault, we had thought the water was clear”.

Peter shook his head, “I should’ve checked thoroughly, I was too cocky”. You could’ve checked the water more thoroughly too. Peter lowered his head, “I should’ve known something was up when you weren’t right behind me..I thought you were just enjoying yourself”.

Softly you asked, “So Tony did bring that up? Peter he’s made countless mistakes himself...we’ve all come close to losing someone!”.

Peter looked at you, “But I can’t lose you (y/n)!”. Gamora patted Drax on the shoulder, signaling for them to both leave the room. Loudly he asked, “But Gamora we were about to see if Peter would finally adm-”.

Gamora shut him up by pushing him forward, thankful he hadn’t finished his sentence. Peter’s anger had finally left him, but he was now filled with guilt. You took a step closer to him, “And you won’t Peter”.

He shook his head, “But what if-”. Walking over to him you took your hands in his, trying to stop your dirty mind when you realized how huge they were.

You looked into his eyes, “Peter you’ll never lose me, I’m like the terminator-”.

Peter smiled softly finishing your sentence, “You’ll be back”.

You could always make each other laugh at the most fucked up times. Peter still held onto one of your hands, and you blushed when you realized it.

With his other hand he picked your chin up to meet his gaze. Peter’s eyes looked deeply into yours, “You’re so beautiful (y/n)...”. You bit your lip with all the attention he was giving you, feeling your own feelings for him start to surface.

Smirking you said, “Peter Quill, are you trying to seduce me?”. Peter also found himself smirking as he pulled a remote out of his jacket pocket. Before pressing the button he said, “If I were trying to seduce you, there’d be music playing”.

His face lit up when , “Fooled around and fell in love” blared through the ship's speakers. He pulled you into his arms whispering in your ear, “Peter Quill doesn’t try to seduce women, he does seduce women”.

I must have been through about a million girls

I'd love 'em then I'd leave 'em alone

You rolled your eyes, smiling when you thought he wasn’t looking at you. One hand rested on the small of your back while the other held your hand in his.

Teasingly you said, “You don’t seem to be able to seduce any women lately”. You’d been happy that lately Peter hadn’t brought any women back to the ship because every time he did it broke your heart.

I didn't care how much they cried, no sir

Their tears left me cold as a stone

Sarcastically he said, “Bit of a dry spell lately” the both of you knew that wasn’t it. Playing along you replied with, “ I thought Starlord never had dry spells”.

Peter’s heart raced hearing you call him that, it was a huge turn on, but it felt more intense coming from you. Together your bodies swayed to the beat, “Been awhile since you’ve brought anyone back”.

You laughed, “Since when do you keep track?”. Peter was happy you weren’t looking at him, that way you couldn’t see his blush. Trying to play it cool he said, “I just want to make sure you don’t beat me”.

That was a lie. Peter noticed every time you brought someone back to the ship because it just confirmed his own insecurities. He pushed down his feelings by distracting himself with women, but it just made it worse...they weren’t you.

But then I fooled around and fell in love

I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did

You rested your head against his chest, causing his breath to hitch. He couldn’t explain it but every time you touched him it was like the first time anyone had. Things just felt right with you.

Softly you said, “I don’t think that’s a contest either of us would win”. Peter heard the hurt in your voice and thought that maybe you’d felt the way he did. Slowly Peter spun you out, but instantly missed the feeling of having you so close.

Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

It's got a hold on me now, I can't let go of you baby

Peter dipped you, feeling his own desire growing looking down at you. You just smiled up at him, your eyes so inviting. Feeling nervous for the first time in his life, he quickly brought you back upright.

When Peter saw the happiness leave your face he realized that he just had to go for it. He found himself laughing, realizing what Drax had said earlier was right. There are two types of beings in the universe; those who dance, and those who do not.

Confused you looked up at Peter and asked, “What are you giggling about?”. Peter looked down at you with love in his eyes. He moved his hands to your hips, “You and I both dance”.

You were even more confused, “And? We both eat and drink-”. Peter’s smile grew, “That’s not what I’m saying...I’m trying to say that…”. Peter knew that once he told you he loved you everything would be out on the line, but he couldn’t pretend anymore.

Peter moved one hand to cup your face, “I love you (y/n)”. You stood there for a moment, unsure of how to react. This was something that had played out in your head almost a hundred times, but now it was happening.

When you saw how happy he looked any doubt you had vanished. Smiling you said, “I love you too Peter”. Peter just smirked, and you knew something fun was about to happen.

He picked you up into his arms and yelled, “If the ship is a rockin’ don’t come a knockin’”. You threw your head back in laughter along with Peter.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity Rocket yelled back, “Finally!! Groot you owe me 10 units!”. Rolling your eyes you realized they’d been betting on how long it would take you and Peter to finally tell the other how you felt.

You didn’t care though, you were in Peter’s arms. He closed the door to his room with his foot and smiled smugly, obviously proud of himself. Joking you said, “Real sexy Quill”.

Peter crashed down onto his bed, you on top of him. Once again his hands found your hips as he kissed you passionately. Peter couldn’t help himself, as the kiss continued he moved his hands to cup you ass.

You shook your head, “Someone’s eager”. Peter only gripped your ass tighter causing you to squeal. Smirking he teased, “Someone likes it”. The man wasn’t wrong, you did like it.

You loved his big hands running up and down your body. Leaning back you pulled your dress over your head, and Peter watched you while licking his lips.

Eyeing you up and down he repeated, “So beautiful..so fucking beautiful”. Feeling daring you put your hands behind your back and slowly took off your bra.

Peter’s mouth feel agape, and he felt himself getting harder. Before he knew what he was doing he brought his hands up to cup your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned, loving the way his calloused hands felt against your skin.

As Peter began to suck on your nipples you bucked your hips, it felt so good. He moaned, “You’re going to be the death of me (y/n)”. Peter only stopped sucking to take off his shirt and pants, needing this just as badly as you.

You ran your hands up his chest slowly, marveling at how toned he was. Raising an eyebrow he smirked, “Like what you see?”. You started to slide down his boxers, “Something tells me I’ll like the full package better”.

He didn’t know how but you caused him to swallow hard, stunned for a moment. Peter was experienced, this wasn’t his first rodeo...but just something about you did it to him. Made him feel like up until this point he didn’t even know what pleasure felt like.

You slid your body down so you face now rested above his extremely hard member. Peter just looked down at you, feeling the desire in his stomach grow like hunger.

Slowly you slid down his boxers, watching his member spring forward. You bit your lip, “Fuck Peter”. It felt so good to hear you say his name like that, and it made his member pulse.

Slowly you licked up his shaft, watching his eyes widen. When you got to the tip you sucked the precum off of it, moaning. You kept eye contact the whole time, “You taste so good”.

Peter moaned loudly, everything you did made him feel like he was going to explode. You kissed your way back down his shaft, knowing what you did next would drive him wild.

You began to suck on his balls, one of his more sensitive areas. He threw his head back, “Oh fuck”. No other girl had ever done that, it was like you were made for him.

Before taking him in your mouth again you said, “I want you to look me in the eyes baby..it turns me on”. Peter nodded his head, watching you intently.

You took as much of him in your mouth as you could while your free hand massaged his balls. Peter had never been more turned on in his life, especially knowing that you were enjoying this too.

You started bobbing your head up and down, obscene sounds leaving your mouth. Small moans and groans kept escaping Peter’s mouth, this had never felt this good before.

Finally you took him out of your mouth with a “pop” of your lips. Peter brought your head back up, kissing you once again. You smiled knowing that he didn’t care about tasting himself.

While kissing you Peter turned you on your back. With a devilish smile he said, “My turn”. Peter pulled you towards his face by the backs of your knees. He teased you through your panties, running a finger up and down your slit.

Your breath hitched and he noticed, “So wet for me already”. Your panties were practically soaked, and he loved it. He loved knowing you felt as good as he did, needed this just as badly.

Slowly he took your panties off, you were fully exposed to him. His hot breath teased you further as he whispered, “I wonder if you taste as good as you look”. With one hand he spread your folds, exposing your clit fully.

He sucked on it as he groaned, “You taste even better”. The way he moaned against you sent vibrations all over your most sensitive area. You threw your head to the side, damn he was good at this.

With his tongue Peter traced patterns around your clit, occasionally taking it between his lips and sucking deeply. The amount of pleasure you were feeling was insane, no one had ever made this feel this good before.

Peter would dart his tongue into your entrance, loving the way it made you moan. Instinctively you ran your hands through his hair, tugging at it. This caused Peter to moan making your clit vibrate.

Gasping you said, “Oh Star-” but then you caught yourself. Peter brought his head up, “What did you just call me?”. You were scared it might’ve turned him off, but you’d always thought about calling him Star lord during sex.

A devilish smirk returned to his face, “You’re an awful liar”. You found yourself smiling taking in how blissfully happy Peter looked. You waited until his face was buried between your thighs again, “Star lord”.

Peter moaned loudly, feeling his hard member twitch. He moved his body back up and hovered over you, “You’re such a tease (y/n)”. He tried to look angry but failed miserably, the boy was head over heels in love with you.

Smirking you asked, “Am I not supposed to call my commander Star lord?”. He closed his eyes as a moan escaped his lips, maybe heaven was real. You found yourself smiling, he was such an idiot.

Slowly Peter ran a hand down your body, spreading your legs once again. He kissed you passionately on the lips before kissing down your jaw and neck. Peter massaged your clit with his fingers, “Say my name again”.

As you moaned, “Star Lord” he finally inserted a finger inside of you. You moved your hips up towards him, needing more. Peter was leaving obvious marks all over your skin, wanting everyone to know how good he’d made you feel.

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, driving you wild. Begging you asked, “Star Lord..I need more”. Reluctantly, Peter took his fingers out of you, but not before bringing them to his lips.

Peter licked his fingers clean as you watched with eyes wide open. Holding your gaze he said, “I could taste you all day”. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, you needed him so badly.

Letting go of his hair you said, “I need you inside of me”. Peter didn’t need to be told twice, he brought his body up to hover over you. You pushed him onto his back, “I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the view”.

You turned around, slowly sinking down onto his member. Peter closed his eyes and moaned loudly, feeling you stretch around his walls. You arched your back as you began to ride him, bouncing up and down.

Peter spanked your ass, “Fuck this is perfect”. His back rested against the headboard of his bed. With his hands gripping your hips he started thrusting inside of you. The room was filled with the sounds of your loud moans.

You loved the feeling of Peter filling you up, “Oh god”. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he pulled your body back, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

With this new angel Peter went even deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot. Peter loved looking down at you and see you coming undone. Holding his gaze you said, “I’m so close”.

Peter was holding on by a damn thread, just as close to the edge as you. To your surprise he moved his hand to rub your clit, “Cum for me (y/n)..cum right now”.

Between Peter rubbing your clit and his words, you were sent over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure washed over your entire body, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you. Peter only rubbed your clit faster.

As he looked down at you and how beautiful you looked, Peter felt his own orgasm shake throughout his entire body. It was like a bomb had gone off inside of him, every nerve in his body exploding with ecstasy.

Together you rode out your orgasms, yelling out each others names. It was one of the most intense moments the both of you had ever felt. It redefined what pleasure meant.

Finally when he caught his breath Peter moved you so you were now cuddling his side as he laid down on his back. He looked so blissfully happy, a look you mirrored. Peter giggled, his happiness overflowing, “That was awesome”.

You rolled your eyes, but found yourself smiling. Nuzzling into his side you said, “It’s never felt that good before”. His expression softened, his eyes now filled with love.

Looking down at you he smiled, “I think this is what love is”. Love was something Peter Quill thought he’d never be able to feel, but you changed all that.

If this was love...he could get used to love...hell he never wanted to feel anything else. Peter kissed you on the forehead, and just enjoyed being blissfully happy with the love of his life.

♡ thank you for taking the time to read this, you’re a babe♡

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issa-me-addy · 4 years

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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)

Move In Day

PART THREE/?

A/N: Day 2 of my posting several days in a row to feel something about this goddamn fic and again a kind reminder that this takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming (also after rewatching it I realize that in this AU they did not locate upstate they are still in the original Stark -> Avengers tower in the city) where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda & Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under his ‘Stark Internship’.

also here is my masterlist!

Word Count: 2686

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn

Eventually, they cruise into the faculty parking lot and Steve pulls into the spot right next to them very shortly after.

The four all grab one box to start, just so Maya can unlock all the doors and show them exactly where the classroom is. They proceed into the building, up the stairs, and all the way down the long hallway and in through the second to last door to the right.

It was obviously very underwhelming for Nat, Steve and Bucky to see blank walls, a mess of 40-odd something student desks and other miscellaneous things left by the previous teacher. But Maya’s heart swelled and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

She walked up to the school provided desk and dropped the box in her arms so she could float around the classroom to truly take it all in. The three followed her lead, dropping all their boxes and waltzing around the room as well. Steve reached up and touched the flag hanging in the corner while Bucky messed with the several maps that sprung down from above the white board. As for Nat, she walked across the wall filled with windows, opening all the blinds and pulling on the strings that let them fly up, flooding the room with sunshine and then brushing the gray dust away on her pants. All the while, Maya continued to dance around the room, admiring every bit of it from the hole filled ceiling panels to the pale marbled floor tiles.

After a few minutes of complete awe on Maya’s part, Nat suggests that they start bringing things up.

“We can just bring everything up for you,” Nat suggested, “You can stay up here and start unpacking. Unloading the cars won’t take long anyways.”

“That would be great! I’m gonna start moving some stuff around to fit the new furniture.”

Nobody wasted any time. The three Avengers made their way out of the classroom and Maya started moving the provided teacher’s desk to the back of the room.

Said teacher’s desk and chair were placed in the far left corner for storage and potentially a future TA, and without even stopping to think Maya got started on rearranging the student desks. She started by roughing out half of them and parting a distinct path down the center,

After realizing how exhausting this was already proving to be, Maya stopped and to her enjoyment, the three were already coming back upstairs.

Despite being kind of winded already from moving the desks around, Maya still convinced herself that it really did get harder to breathe when she saw Bucky walk into the room.

But who could blame her? This was the first time she really took the time to notice his metal arm. It was difficult not to stare, considering it was holding a 90-some pound box steady on his shoulder, the plates shifting and making very low humming sounds as they did. And all the while his right hand was still managing two full boxes of books. And to Maya’s disbelief he carried all this weight as easily as if the boxes were filled with feathers.

Bucky floated in and plopped the books down on the closest student desk and then asked, “Where do you want the desk?”

Maya was still staring a bit, so much so that Bucky had to clear his throat to elicit an answer from her.

“Sorry! You can just drop over there,” she pointed now to the far right corner that you could see from the doorway. “Thanks, James.”

He nods and drops it before turning his heel straight back to the cars.

Nat drops down the box she was holding and nods her head at Maya. “Were you staring at Bucky?”

Maya automatically shook her head. “No, I wasn’t staring. I just never really look at his arm, I guess,” she said softly.

“You get used to it,” Steve chirped in, dropping four boxes full of books. “But a lot of girls stare, Maya. Anyways, the arm adds to the broody thing he’s got going for him.”

Nat laughed a bit. Maya did too but hers was pretty forced due to the fact that her mind was filled with more thoughts of Bucky’s arm.

It was after a quick glance back at all the desks that Maya decided to wait until they were done bringing everything up to the classroom so that she could ask Steve or Bucky to move them for her. She took the downtime to assemble her new desk chair.

By the time she was half done with the chair they had brought every last book and box into the classroom.

“Alright! What next, boss?” Steve asked, setting down the last box.

After clumsily finding her way to her feet, Maya brushed off the dust from the butt of her pants. “Um, Nat, can you start alphabetizing the books by author? And then you guys can help me rearrange the chairs.” Her feet carried her towards the messy sea of chairs. “I want to split them in half and create an aisle down the center of them, and then have both sides facing the aisle, so like, facing each other.”

After a few minutes of trying to go back to the chair, Steve and Bucky kept having more and more questions. Steve decided it would be best if he finished the chair and Maya just gave Bucky more explicit directions.

Despite feeling conflicted about being “alone” with Bucky, Maya managed to give him direction and they got it done fairly quickly.

By the time they were done, Steve had finished the new rolling chair and was sitting in it, his legs stretched out in front of him and reclining slightly. He tested out the wheels and grinned as he rolled smoothly towards the door.

“Ooooh, that is nice! Mind if Buck and I take this thing for a spin?” Steve asked, grinning.

“Go ahead,” Maya laughed, as Bucky’s face lit up, automatically following Steve out of the room.

Maya decided to start organizing the pieces for her new desk so she could have one of the guys help her afterwards. She didn’t get very far in this task before she was whipping her head up at the sound of Steve’s whooping.

To her surprise, Steve was sitting on the chair with his legs up, zooming down the hall a little too fast and was always shortly followed by Bucky running up behind him. This happened maybe half a dozen times before they switched spots.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Bucky, his hair disheveled and his knees tucked up in front of him with a smile on his face, flying past the open doorway.

It was after they switched back that Maya and Nat heard a slam. They both got up and went to the doorway to find Steve on the floor at the end of the hall, the chair tipped onto its side and Bucky running up towards him, practically doubled forward with laughter.

“Are they always like this?”

Nat snickered, “Oh yeah. And you would think that Tony’s the one that hates it but you should have seen when Pepper caught them with a rolling chair and one of Tony’s glove blasters. They were using the glove to propel themselves down the longest hallway we have. She was so livid, she literally sent them to their rooms.”

Maya’s brow rises and she laughs before sticking her head further out into the hallway. “Steve, you good?”

“Never better!” He calls out, getting up and bringing the chair and Bucky back into the classroom.

After Steve and Bucky built Maya’s desk, she left all her things in a pile on the desktop and decided to leave it for later so she could help Nat and the guys organize all the books instead.

The duration of this book organization was predominantly teasing Steve for not having the alphabet memorized. This joke continued on for a longer than reasonable amount of time.

The minority of the book alphabetizing was Maya telling Steve everything that he missed about literature since he froze.

“Stevie here was always the bookworm,” Bucky shared. “Would rather read than go on the dates I set up for him.”

Steve shook his head slightly, “All the girls you ever brought around were there for you, Buck.”

Maya didn’t know about Steve’s physique pre-serum so this was kind of hard to believe. Despite this, she thought about Bucky and the way his voice sounded when he called her doll. She believed in the concept of Bucky being a ladies’ man after relishing in the memory of his velvety voice.

“What kind of things did you read Steve?” Maya asked, changing the subject out of sheer discomfort caused by thinking about Bucky taking two girls home.

“The classics, some of Fitzgerald, Steinbeck, Hemingway. I was pleasantly surprised to see how well Tolkien’s series went off! I made Buck watch all the films with me when I found out about them.” Steve beamed.

Maya got excited to hear about his liking of Tolkien and got talking about her favorite fantasy series. She raved about Harry Potter, which Steve was very skeptical about in the beginning. She also raved about contemporary work and how fantasy has started to merge with science fiction in the last decade.

For the duration of this conversation, Nat and Bucky simply listened to Maya ramble on about her book collection and Nat giggled when she warned Steve about the Twilight series.

“Stephanie Meyer’s best work had to be The Host. Great sci-fi and significantly less teen angst.”

“I promise you, Harry Potter is worth reading. It’s an easy read but still deeply enjoyable. The characters are lovable and it's definitely a world you can submerge yourself in when this one just isn’t cutting it, you know?”

By the end of it, Maya had convinced him to give Harry Potter a chance. She sent him home with Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and a few classics he missed while he was in the ice including Fahrenheit 451, Lord of the Flies, and Where the Wild Things Are.

After marking Steve down for having these books, giddy about her new library system, they were done for the day.

And with that, they filed out, Maya locked the door and they made their way down to the cars once again.

“Are you guys sure you can’t do dinner tonight?” Maya asked.

“Sorry, shortstack, no amount of books you own is going to replace a real workout.” Steve gave Maya a bit of a side hug squeeze before walking towards the driver’s door of Happy’s SUV.

“I’ll ride back with Maya and just meet you guys back at the tower,” Nat chirped, climbing into the car.

“Thank you again!” Maya called out.

“No problem, doll,” Bucky hummed, as he waved goodbye closing his door behind him

Once they were on the freeway again Nat asked, “So not Steve… but maybe his best friend?”

“Natasha! You really don’t quit do you?” Maya rolled her eyes.

Nat hesitated for only a moment. “No, I don’t. You should really know that about me.” She paused to laugh. “I do think the Steve thing was just cute but Bucky-- you and Bucky have tension.”

Maya rolled her eyes. “No!!! There is no tension! You are totally misreading it.”

“I know what tension is. And you guys have tension. Even Bucky noticed it.” Nat grinned to herself.

“You are so full of shit!” She made sure her tone was playful but she just prayed that Nat wasn’t looking at her because she felt her cheeks begin to flush. “James didn’t say anything to you about me, did he?”

“You’re going to have to ask him yourself, sweetheart.” Nat teased.

“Stop! I don’t even know why he calls me that. And doll? Does he call everyone these names?”

Nat shook her head, “He definitely doesn’t call me any pet names, but that’s because he called me princess once in the ring and he regretted it shortly after.”

Maya laughed at the thought of Nat kick dropping Bucky onto the floor of a boxing ring. “I don’t even know James. And I severely hope you’re joking about him thinking anything of me.”

“Okay, okay. He didn’t say anything about tension. But he does think you’re weird-- well, not weird per say.”

Maya groaned a bit, knocking the back of her head against the headrest. “Absolutely nothing you’re saying is making me feel better about seeing James ever again. Ever.”

“He didn’t say anything bad! He just thinks that you don’t like him. He feels like you avoid addressing him,” Nat explained.

“I don’t avoid him! I just don’t know how to talk to him. I feel like he only really talks to Steve and I didn’t want to overstep and make him uncomfortable.”

“No, Maya, it’s fine.” Nat patted her shoulder. “I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong. But Bucky’s also not wrong. You’re not your same chirpy self when he's around. You kind of get quiet, like you’re thinking about every move you make.”

“Well, I kind of do! He makes me uncomfortable. Not in a bad way! I just-- The only things I know about James are the things that were in the news, and those were obviously all… horrible really. Of course, I also saw a few pieces about when he came back and joined the Avengers initiative, but I still can’t wrap my head around everything he’s been through.”

All of the things that Maya said were true. She remembers being in grad school, watching the news and being introduced to this new character: The Winter Soldier. It was appalling, having to find out that he was nothing but a pawn in some grand scheme that did nothing but cause pain-- Learning that he had to live with the things he did, despite not having any control over it was difficult for Maya then and difficult to think about again now. But the fact of the matter is that Maya never thought this moral war would actually be relevant to her. And now here she was, becoming very invested in her friendships with several super humans and renowned heroes.

The other thing to take into consideration was that she was attracted to Bucky. She had to stop herself from thinking about all the bad things he was capable of. This was especially important when she got well ahead of herself, thinking about what it would be like to develop her own relationship with him. And aside from the physical attraction, another part of her couldn’t help but daydream about all the stories he had to tell. The 40s, the war, HYDRA, The Avengers. As a person who dedicated her life to loving stories, she couldn’t imagine how blissful it would be to hear some firsthand from Bucky himself.

Nat nodded, her smile fading as she had to face the reoccurring realization that Maya was a risky person to befriend. “I understand. Truth be told, we don’t really mix with the non-vigilante types anymore.”

Maya scoffed softly, “I mean, yeah, I figured. That’s why I was so nervous about asking to spend time together outside of Corners, and then when you teased me about Steve and I-- well, I’ve just been confused.”

“We have too! It’s been a moral conflict really. We don’t want to put you in any danger, of course, but I don’t know. I guess, you just give us a glimpse of what normal life is like, and it's really refreshing.”

A small smile creeped onto both the girls’ faces.

“Well, I’m glad I can give you guys that. I genuinely enjoy spending time with you guys, too. You’ve made the move a lot easier on me, to be honest.”

“I’m glad. Since we’re being honest-- I think you’re in too deep now. We’re not going anywhere.”

Maya couldn’t help but grin and be ecstatic about the fact that she had friends to rely on in the city.

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sdottkrames · 3 years

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You know what? (I learned that from you!)

@comfortember prompt 7: blanket forts.

Summary: Peter decides to introduce his uncles Thor and Loki to the concept of blanket forts

Note: I just really love Uncle Thor and Uncle Loki, ya know? I need more Peter & Loki fics. (Again, let me know if you have any recommendations)

I suggest you read my fic I’m Just Saying If You Really Loved Me You Would Share Him before reading this one (at least the UncleNapped chapter) but it’s only briefly mentioned here so this can be a stand alone fic, as well!

Read on AO3: here

“Tony, I’m hoooooome,” Peter sang as he entered the living area of the compound, promptly making himself giggle. When there was no immediate answer, he walked through the floor, trying to find his mentor. Each room was curiously empty.

He was heading back to the living area when his phone rang, lighting up with Tony’s picture.

“Hey, Tony. Where are you?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Running a little late at a meeting with Pepper. I’ll be there in a little while, okay? There should be a surprise landing for you in about...oh...30 seconds.”

“Okay,” Peter said slowly.

“It’s good, I promise. I gotta go, I’ll see you later, okay? Bye, Pete!”

“Bye?” Peter said, but it sounded like a question. Shaking his head, Peter stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what this surprise was that was supposed to come.

He didn’t have to wait very long. A bright light filled the living room, making Peter squint. Then it vanished as quickly as it came, and standing in its place were two familiar faces.

“Peter!” Thor boomed, bounding forward to pick the boy up in a big bear hug.

“Hey Uncle Thor!” He giggled. “It’s good to see you again!”

Once on his own two feet again, he walked over to the other God, who held out a fist for him to bump.

“Hey Uncle Loki. So, what brings you two to our neck of the universe?”

“Well, there was this thing-“ Thor began, scratching his neck and shuffling his feet.

Loki rolled his eyes. “We wanted to see you again,” he interrupted.

“Really?!”

Peter’s face absolutely lit up. He hadn’t seen the two Asgardians since they had “kidnapped” him after school a few months ago. They’d spent a day exploring New York together, and he’d had so much fun. He’d missed them.

“Absolutely,” Thor said kindly, and Loki nodded.

“Well, what do you want to do, then? Tony should be here soon, so maybe we keep it a little closer to home this time and stay in the penthouse?” Peter thought for a moment. “We could play games, or watch a movie. There’s plenty of snacks and blankets-“ suddenly an idea hit him and his eyes got all big and excited. “ooooooh! Blanket fort!”

Loki blinked. “Blanket fort?”

Thor looked equally confused. Peter just grinned.

“Trust me. It’ll be fun! And when we’re done, we can watch a movie in the fort. C’mon! Let’s go get some blankets!”

Without waiting to see if the gods were following him (or to think about the fact that he’d just ordered two gods around) Peter hurried down the hall towards the closet, where he knew all the blankets were kept.

Tony had started stocking that closet ever since Peter started spending more weekends at the compound. The older hero had pretended to be annoyed that his mentee was always complaining about being cold, but soon that closet had been emptied of its previous contents (just random junk, according to Tony) and stocked with all the softest, fluffiest blankets Peter had ever seen. And a massive first aid kit, as well, also courtesy of Peter’s spending more time there.

Once Thor and Loki had made their way to the closet, Peter piled on the blankets and pillows, grabbing a pile himself before heading to the living area and dumping them unceremoniously onto the floor. The other two followed suit, Thor looking amused and excited, and Loki wearing an expression of mild interest.

“So you’ve never heard of a blanket fort before?” Peter asked, mentally taking stock of the room and the best vantage points for hanging and draping the fort walls and ceiling.

“No. We have no such tradition in Asgard. How, exactly, is a blanket a suitable material for a fort? It would offer no protection whatsoever,” Loki asked.

“Well, it’s not for protection,” Peter laughed. “It’s for fun.”

Loki nodded, thoughtfully.

“I like fun,” Thor offered.

“Perfect. Now let’s get started. I need the couch moved over there, and we also need a chair. This fort is gonna be epic!”

The next hour or so, Peter taught the others how to build a blanket fort. He showed them the way Ben had always tied up the top of the fort, explained that said top had to be the lightest blanket, and waxed poetic about the uses of duct tape. The gods listened with rapt attention, and Peter smiled to himself, feeling important as he directed them. He may have even showed off a little by handing from the ceiling when setting up the top of the blanket fort.

Soon, the living room was transformed into a fuzzy kaleidoscope of colors, complete with a floor of equally eclectic pillows. Peter flopped down onto the pile, grinning happily at the ceiling.

“I have to admit that was rather...fun,” Loki said, quietly.

“I thought you might like it!” Peter smiled at the trickster.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, brother,” Thor said. “Now, we need some food and drink for the movie.”

“Ooooh. Tony keeps a big box of pop tarts in the pantry. And a giant container of hot chocolate mix.”

“Sounds delightful. I’m rather good at hot cocoa,” Loki said. “I can make the drinks.”

“Alright. I’ll grab the pop tarts.” Thor stood and they both headed toward the kitchen.

“I guess I’ll pick the movie,” Peter said to himself. He grabbed the remote and started browsing Tony’s extensive collection. “What about the newest Star Wars?” He called.

“Not sure about Point Break and Reindeer Games, but I’d say you’ve seen that one about 19 times.”

Peter spun around at the new voice. “Tony! You’re back!” He said happily.

“Yeah, I am. Now, why does my living room look like a blanket rainbow just threw up?” Just then, Loki walked in carrying three mugs of steaming hot chocolate. “And why is the god of mischief making cocoa?”

“I was advised that alcoholic drinks were unsuitable for young midgardians, and I make a very nice cocoa. I can change it to something stronger if you like,” Loki said, placing the mugs down on the table inside the fort.

“NO!” Tony nearly shouted. “Cocoa is fine. I’m just very curious about how all this happened.” He gestured towards the colorful masterpiece.

“It was my idea! They’d never made one before,” Peter explained. “And watching a movie is 1000 times more fun inside a blanket fort. Everyone knows that.”

“You’re right,” he said. “And you know what?”

“What?” Peter asked, tipping his head sideways.

“I learned that from you. I never did blanket forts until I met you, either, and they are definitely a must for movie nights.” Peter beamed. “You got enough cocoa for me, Loki?”

Loki snapped his fingers and a fourth cup appeared on the table. Tony eyed it skeptically.

“It’s not poisoned,” Loki rolled his eyes. “I’ll have that one, if you prefer. You can have one of the ones I made earlier.”

Tony grabbed a cup, and Thor walked in with about 20 pop tarts piled onto a plate.

“Wow, uncle Thor. You like pop tarts?” Peter asked, grinning.

Tony groaned. “Kid, you aren’t the only reason I keep, like, 30 Costco-sizes boxes of Strawberry Pop Tarts. Once, we ran out, and Point Break here accidentally fried the electricity, he was so upset!”

“I did apologize,” Thor pouted.

“Yeah, yeah. No harm done, Thor.” Tony patted his arm, and Thor’s smile returned easily.

Peter chuckled lightly to himself, grateful for his crazy, silly family, and pressed play. As words started lighting up the screen, proclaiming news from a galaxy far, far away, Peter found himself stretched out with his head in Tony’s lap and his feet in Thor's. Tony was playing with Peter’s hair and making the boy slowly fall asleep. It was so relaxing, and he was surprised when he felt a set of new hands scratch his scalp. It felt amazing. Loki (Peter swore the asgardian could read his mind) smiled at him knowingly, and the hands returned so there were two sets playing with his curls.

Really, there was no way he could stay awake now.

“Loki, I was here first. You have to wait your turn,” Peter heard Tony say, and felt one of the hands pushed away.

“You can share, tin can. Peter likes it, don’t you, spider?”

Peter smiled. “M’sleeping,” he mumbled, and the others quieted as their hands continued running through his hair. Peter fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#comfortember #comfortember 2020 #mine #i love my iron dad and spidey son #sorry this is late #my nephew got baptized today so I was busy ALL day

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 4 years

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I wish you would write a fic where peter has some trouble sleeping and he goes to tony for help (irondad is best and I love how you write them)

A/N: I added a Read More break in this; I’m so sorry if it isn’t working on your Dash or in mobile.

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((WOW as per usual this took forever; I’m so sorry, and thank you for your patience!!!))

I can do that. As many of my IronDad fics are these days, this is set in a Post-Endgame Universe that ends the way we deserved it to. (Also thank you?? So much????) As per usual, I don’t know if this is what you envisioned, but here it is anyway. I hope you like it!

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A Week in the Life of an Overly Anxious Insomniac (a.k.a. Post-Finals Week)

Friday

Peter Parker crawls in through his bedroom window after the fullest week of his whole life. He’s just finished his Junior year of high school, meaning that his end-of-year finals are the roughest and toughest, and he’s barely made it through them unscathed. Peter’s an above average student for above average students, much less the general population, so he keeps up with his studies well, especially after Tony and May teamed up to implement some Big Brother-level safe guards to make sure he was held accountable for his allotted homework and Spider-Man hours.

The teenager pulls himself upright and runs a hand through his hair, a deep sigh emanating from his chest as he pulls off his Spider-Man suit. He glances at the clock; 1:30AM shines back silently at him, the one-time extended patrol hours Tony and May had allowed him in light of the end of the school year and successful exams.

Once he’s free of his enhanced spandex, Peter pulls on a t-shirt and sweatpants and collapses onto his bed, his nose buried in his covers, but his eyes remain open. He stares languidly at a spot on his wall, likely food from his and Ned’s last sleepover.

The seconds tick past, soon turning into minutes, and then an hour has gone by, and somehow he’s still wide awake. He’s tried to drop off multiple times, but a prickling sensation across his back, like’s he’s being watched, keeps him from relaxing into sleep.

Peter sighs in frustration and takes out his phone, scrolling through countless ridiculous news articles until his body shuts itself off around 5AM.

Saturday

Peter awakes at 9:30AM and groans. At least it’s Saturday, so he can sleep more. He rolls over just in time for his phone to go wild where he’d discarded it beneath his bed earlier that morning. He gropes blindly for the device and clicks it on, sleepily scrolling through the barrage of messages in his group chat with Ned and MJ.

Ned: Expo day!

MJ: Expo day.

Ned: Peter!! EXPO DAY!

Ned: P

Ned: E

Ned: T

Ned: E

Ned: R

Ned: WAKE UP

Peter rolls his eyes but can’t suppress a grin as he types out his response.

Peter: I’m awake geez

It’s not even until 4PM

Ned: Yeah, but still. We have to make sure we have our itinerary down and the layout of the place just in case something ya know crazy happens.

Peter: Right yeah sure

MJ: I’m not wearing the matching t-shirts

Ned: Pleeeeeaaassse MJ!!!!!!!!

MJ: …..without something else over it

Ned: *peace fingers emoji*

MJ: why didn’t you just send the actual emoji

Ned: You have an IPhone. The emojis always show up differently.

MJ: Not that one, idiot

Ned: Oh whatEVER

Peter nearly drops his phone on his face, so he rolls to his side and types out a final message.

Peter: I’m hitting snooze. See you guys this afternoon.

Peter switches his phone to silent mode and lays an arm over his face. After a week of multiple all-nighters on top of a full patrol and 4 ½ hours of sleep last night (this morning, he corrects himself with a grunt), he just wants to sleep until he absolutely has to be up. He sends a quick wake-up call request to May before pulling his covers back over his head.

Peter, Ned, and MJ crash at Ned’s apartment around 12:30AM. The Expo (an invitation courtesy of Tony Stark, of course) had been incredible, showcasing the latest and greatest technology on the market and coming to the market, from Stark Industries to OsCorp and everything in between.

The trio reclines on the Leeds’ comfy sectional, Ned passing out as soon as his body hits the cushions. MJ is curled in a half doze in the crook of the couch, and Peter spreads along the unoccupied middle section, propped sidelong against the back. He stares at his crossed ankles as the TV plays quietly in the background. His vision swims in and out of focus, trying to let him fall into sleep, but something keeps pulling him back just as he’s on the brink, like fingers trailing across his back.

Peter knows no one else is in the room with him. He hears Ned and MJ’s separate, steady breathing on either side of him, but something about their presences, how strongly he can sense them, keeps him from falling out of consciousness. Their presence should be a comforting tether, but he finds it more restrictive now. He shakes his head minutely at the thought.

After about fifteen minutes, Peter sighs in defeat and positions himself to watch Nickelodeon’s late night programming, finally dropping off around 4AM.

Sunday

Sadly for Peter, Ned and MJ are both early risers; they stir around 7:30 but lay poking at their phones until 8. Peter tries to fall back to sleep, but MJ’s accusatory “faker” has him popping his eyes open to defend himself.

“I think I deserve it.” Peter grumbles while rubbing an eye. “My longest night of sleep all week was like 5 ½ hours. Maybe.”

“That’s unhealthy.”

“That’s finals week.”

“I wish you’d told us, Peter.” Ned chimes in with a yawn. “We could have come home way earlier last night.”

“It’s fine.” Peter sighs and pushes himself up. “It was totally worth it. I’ll probably pass out tonight, so it’s fine.”

As if the universe loves proving him wrong, that evening once again finds Peter restless. He can’t seem to get comfortable in any position.

Left side.

Right side.

Back.

Stomach.

He even swaps his head to the foot of the bed and tries a diagonal position.

No dice.

He tenses up every muscle in his body and releases.

He keeps his eyes open for as long as he can without blinking.

He tries to force his breathing to become heavy and even.

Nothing.

His mind and body are exhausted, he can feel it, but they just refuse to shut off.

Peter pulls his pillow over his face and groans loudly.

Monday

Peter gets about 3 hours of sleep before May pokes her head in to ask for his help; she’s been on a minimalist kick lately and wants Peter to help her carry her donations to her car.

He smiles bitterly when he sees the black Sharpie scribbles on the outsides of the boxes:

Ben’s Clothes

Peter’s Toys

Wedding Pictures

Kitchen

Labels marked over and re-named Donations.

Peter’s eyes are suddenly watery, and he quickly deposits the boxes in May’s car before running a hand over his face.

May shoots him an inquisitive look but drops the issue, giving him a quick squeeze of a hug before thanking him and getting in her car. Peter waves as she leaves and sighs.

He could text Ned or MJ to go get coffee, but the walking distance just seems to far today.

He goes back upstairs and spends the day watching lame TV on the couch.

He doesn’t sleep at all that night.

Tuesday

Peter spends the whole day keeping busy. He organizes and cleans the apartment. He volunteers to walk his neighbors’ dogs. He goes for lunch with MJ and Ned and even sets out early as Spider-Man.

The evening hours come around, and he settles in with May on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. They keep score, Peter easily beating all of the contestants, and he begs May to stay with him and play with his hair as he puts on the most boring documentary he can find.

May acquiesces after studying him briefly, but she nods off after about half an hour, her hand resting in his hair.

Peter puts his hands over his face and swallows a sob, painfully, fully awake.

Wednesday

It’s starting to get to him, the lack of sleep.

He ignores May that morning when she calls to him to join her for french toast and fruit.

He tells Ned and MJ he can’t swing lunch that day though he has nothing planned.

He nearly cries when his phone lights up with his reminder that Tony Stark is back from his business trip, and again when said man sends him a message.

Tony: Hey, squirt. I’m back stateside. You free to come to the Lakehouse for a few days? Mo misses you.

Peter actually takes a few moments to consider before he catches himself. Not a good sign.

Peter: Yeah, I’m free. I’ll come tomorrow.

Thursday

Peter kisses May goodbye that morning with a promise of letting her know when he gets to the Cabin.

Happy comes for him around 10:30, and it’s after noon by the time they pull up to Tony Stark’s home away from home.

Morgan is on the porch the moment their car doors slam and is tackling Peter nearly to the ground before he can reach the trunk to get his bag. She squeezes the air from his lungs as she babbles excitedly about how they’re going to spend the next few days, her first days of summer vacation, together.

“Let him breathe, Monkey.”

Peter looks up to find Tony on the porch, metal arm on a post and flesh arm waving lightly. Peter ushers up a smile and a small wave in return before hoisting Morgan up into his arms. The teenager crosses to the porch stops before his mentor.

“Made it through another finals week, huh?”

“Barely.” Peter’s tone is more biting than he wants, and he hopes Tony didn’t notice. He’s definitely giving Peter a once-over now.

“Hap? Take Morgan inside, please?”

“Sure. Come here, Princess.”

“Uncle Happy, can I have cookies?”

“Don’t let her fool you, Hap; she’s already had her post-lunch snack.”

Morgan folds her arms and pouts as Happy chuckles and takes her inside.

“He didn’t say anything about juice pops-”

“Traitor.” Tony mumbles as Happy shuts the door behind them.

It’s quiet for a moment, the lake lapping at the shoreline barely audible as they look out and then at each other. Tony’s gaze stays on Peter, and the boy can’t help but look away.

“What’s up, kid?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyes are bloodshot. And last time I checked, Pep didn’t pop out a ten ton toddler, so Morgan shouldn’t be able to knock you over like that.”

“I was just playing with her.”

“Uh huh. Well,” Tony is clearly a bit peeved with Peter, but he drops the issue. “I assume you haven’t had lunch yet, so maybe some food in you will make you more talkative.”

“Thanks.”

“Turkey?”

“Perfect.”

Peter passes the afternoon between Tony and Morgan, the former occupying him with projects in his small workshop and the latter demanding to be occupied by him all over the property.

For all intents and purposes, he should be exhausted.

And yet 2:30AM finds him wide awake and near to breaking.

He’s laying on his side facing his clock, the red letters displaying “2:31AM.” He stares and stares and stares until he feels like the letters are bored into his brain. He closes his eyes, and they pop back open again like they’re on a spring.

Peter rolls into his back and stares at the dark patches on his ceiling, remnants of the knotholes that used to be, tensing and relaxing his gaze, squinting and releasing, rolling his eyes around in vain hopes of exhausting his eyes to closing with no luck.

He flips onto his left side with a huff and curls into the fetal position, hoping somehow he can trick his anxiety-ridden brain into believing he is safe and can sleep soundly. He’s in the middle of the woods of New York in what is likely the safest cabin in the entire world, and yet his body refuses to relax and let him sleep.

Peter slaps his comforter in frustration and bolts upright, his heartbeat drumming painfully in his chest and blood pumping in his ears. He swings his feet over the side of the bed, grabs his Midtown hoodie, and slides open the window; he sits on the edge for a moment or two before dropping silently to the ground. Slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket, Peter quietly follows the moonlit path to the dock; he stands there for a little while, tracing every shape and shadow the reflected glow will let him see, listening to every scuttle and shuffle in the trees and on the ground.

He wouldn’t pick out the light footsteps in any other circumstance, but their contrast to those he’s more familiar with sets him at ease.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” Peter chokes out as Pepper comes to stand beside him.

The woman is hugging her bathrobe to herself despite the warmth of the season, but she doesn’t seem agitated from what Peter can tell.

“You didn’t.” There’s an undercurrent of a scoff in her tone. “Overseas conference call. We had to meet on their terms.”

“That’s not fair.”

“We trade off.”

“Oh.”

They stand in silence for a few beats before Pepper sighs.

“He struggles with insomnia, too, you know.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Afghanistan. His heart. New York. That crazy Russian. Hammer. Ultron. Thanos. St-….Everything. I’d be amazed if he went through everything he has while maintaining a decent sleep schedule.” Pepper’s tone is a little hard, but Peter knows she doesn’t mean ill will toward him. She’s been with Tony through far longer than he has. She’s quiet for a few seconds before quietly adding, her tone lighter, “He called an Iron Man suit on me once.”

Peter sucks in a breath.

“I don’t think he meant to, but he had so much going on that he wasn’t dealing with already, and…we were going through a rough patch…The anxiety was eating him alive. Don’t tell him I told you all of that.” Her tone is more conspiratorial than regretful. “He’s never forgiven himself for it, but you should know. He deals with it, too. The anxiety. Feeling unsettled all the time.”

“There’s just…always something. I feel like can’t really rest.”

Pepper nods. “I don’t know the full scope of your abilities, but May’s told me about your…Peter Tingle?”

Peter cringes. “Spider Sense is what I prefer, but yeah. Maybe that’s related to all of this.”

“Probably.” Pepper is quiet for a moment. “You know…he would do whatever he needs to help. All you have to do is ask.”

“Okay.” Peter turns just a bit and gives her a tired smile. “Thanks, Pepper.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Pepper holds out an arm for him, and he gladly steps in to it.

Peter will always be secretly, selfishly thankful for how Morgan softened the Starks while he was gone, allowing him to fall in their never-ending streams of comfort that didn’t exist before he disappeared.

Peter feels a pull where Pepper’s hand rests on his shoulder, and he allows her to guide them back inside. He falls asleep an hour later.

Tony has multiple business calls the next day, so it’s mid-afternoon when Peter finally gets some alone time with his mentor-turned-father-figure. They’re sitting on a small pier Tony built over the lake, swinging on a bench swing Morgan insisted they needed after Pepper had one installed on the front porch months earlier. They’re seated on opposite ends of the swing, Peter’s feet propped between them as they gaze out over the water, each lost in their respective thoughts.

Peter taps Tony’s arm with his toes after a while, and the man scrunches up his nose in false disgust.

“The last thing I want on my arm, even lower on the totem pole than Morgan’s boogers, is stinky teenager feet.”

“I will have you know that I clean my feet quite well and quite regularly, my good sir.” Peter falls into a vaguely British accent, accentuating each of the last three words with its own individual toe tap to Tony’s arm.

“Disgusting. I’m tainted.” Tony rests his arm over the back of the swing. “So, I hear you and Pepper had a little late night stroll to the dock.”

“She told you?”

“FRIDAY did. She’s a bit of a tattletale.”

“She really is.”

“Woke me up and everything, and I was finally getting a good night’s sleep.”

Peter feels heat rise to his cheeks. “Sorry. Uh, and sorry you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Tony shrugs. “It happens. Especially when I go from being in the city, as we were in Bangladesh, to being back out here in the quiet. Hard to adjust sometimes. To relax fully.”

“Yeah.” Peter stares resolutely out at the lake.

“So, what were you and my wife chatting about at such an hour?”

“Just…business?”

“So you got up and took Pepper out to the dock to ask her about her business call?”

“Not exactly. I mean, it came up, but…I was out there first.”

“Oh, really? So she came out as a recon. mission, then?”

“I guess so.”

“Why were you out there in the middle of the night, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“….I couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah? Why not?”

Peter inhales through his nose. “Not sure. But it’s not a big deal.”

“If you say so.”

Peter looks through the corners of his eyes and finds Tony studying him before the man decides to stand, stretching and popping his back as he does so.

“Care for a walk around the lake?”

Peter collapses onto the couch when they return, staring through the windows to the side porch and watching Tony and Pepper prepare dinner together on the outside grill.

Morgan is hunched over at his feet, scribbling furiously in her current favorite coloring book.

“Whatchya doodling, Moomoo?”

“A cat.” Morgan holds up a good-sized image of what is now an orange tabby.

“Looks good.”

“Thanks.” The little one goes back to her coloring, more quietly this time, and Peter settles back against the arm of the couch. He stares at the ceiling, willing himself to relax if it means he can even get a nap in before dinner, but his body just won’t have it. He can hear his heartbeat. Morgan’s heartbeat. Every mechanical and electrical noise in the house goes in and out of focus as he just lays there, trying not to show his frustration and upset Morgan.

“Hey, Pete.” Tony pokes his head in and nearly makes the teen jump. “Can you grab the meat out of the fridge?”

“Yeah.” Peter sits up slowly and stands, feeling Tony’s eyes on him as he crosses to the kitchen. “Sh-oot.” Peter catches himself just in time after his toe has a gnarly collision with a dining table leg. “Missed that somehow…” He grumbles as he pulls the food out of the freezer and brings it back to Tony. Peter just catches the man’s critical gaze before it snaps into easy speculation.

“Thanks, bud.” Tony claps a hand on Peter’s shoulder, and they go out together, Peter’s hopes of relief forgotten as the afternoon melts into evening.

It’s the same old story, and one he is so tired of re-living.

Peter full on glares at the ceiling as his heart pounds in his chest, refusing to slow down no matter how he tries to force out slow, even breaths. He clenches his eyes shut but the frustrated tears have already bloomed there and spilled over his cheeks, drawing twin lines down over his temples and pooling on his pillow. He swipes a hand over his face and sniffs hard, rolling onto his side to glare at the clock now.

3:33am.

The witching hour. Or at least that’s what MJ calls it. It definitely feels like he’s being hexed right now as his eyes seem to remain open of their own accord, in spite of all of his efforts to get them to comply with the exhaustion in his limbs, his bones.

“Why the hell can’t I sleep?” He mouths silently at the glowing numbers, the frustration spilling over again, but he doesn’t bother to wipe them away this time. He doesn’t cry all that often, really, not when he’s mad, at least, but night after night of not sleeping enough, especially after exerting himself so much, has worn him thin, and crying is all he can do to keep from screaming, stomping, hurling and throwing things. He’s past the point of being upset with his insomnia and reached the point of searing anger, at himself for not being able to overcome this obstacle and whatever power has placed this plague on him. He grits his teeth until his jaw aches, and he nearly cracks a tooth when an owl sees fit to chime in on his thoughts from outside his window.

Peter pushes himself up and gazes toward his window, the scene from last night playing through his mind in a strange 3rd person point-of-view, as if he is FRIDAY watching him from the house instead of himself experiencing it. Something Pepper said pokes at his consciousness, and he frowns.

You know…he would do whatever he needs to help. All you have to do is ask.

All you have to do is ask.

Peter stares intently at the window for a moment, contemplating before he finally sighs deeply and throws his covers off. As much as he hates to put anything else on the man’s plate, Peter knows that Tony will understand his plight; plus, he’s been eyeing Peter ever since he arrived, so the teen figures it’s more merciful to put the man out of his miserable curiosity.

Peter stops outside of Tony and Pepper’s door, listening for a moment and frowning when he only hears one person breathing and snoring softly. Definitely not Tony. He quietly pads to Morgan’s door and listens, only hearing the even lighter breathing of the little girl, and his brows crease.

Peter heads toward the stairs and picks up the faint light shining from downstairs; he quietly mounts them and steps down to the ground floor, absorbing Tony sitting on the couch with a book in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. It’s so domestic that it brings the tears back to Peter’s eyes, the idea of Tony finally being this relaxed and at home somewhere pulling at something deep in Peter’s core.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Tony’s voice startles Peter, the silence Peter hadn’t realized he’d settled in to shattered, and now the air holds an expectation of being filled with vibrating waves that Peter isn’t sure he’s ready to relinquish. The idea of finally confiding in Tony had seemed palpable when he was upstairs, alone and breaking anyway, but now that he’s here and sees Tony, thinks back to everything he’s been through, Peter suddenly feels selfish and silly.

“Quit overthinking. Come sit with me.”

Peter’s gaze snaps from the window to which it’s wandered and back to his mentor. Tony has put down the book and tea by now and is watching him intently but not oppressively; there’s no scrutiny in his eyes or demand in his body language, just an open invitation.

Peter crosses the room stiffly and sits beside Tony, staring ahead and body refusing to relax right away.

“Geez, you’re wound up tight. Come here.” Tony beckons Peter toward him, and the teen stares.

“What?”

“I’m gonna rub your shoulders, kid. Don’t make it weird.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable with it, then I won’t.”

“No, it’s okay….I’m just….getting used to it.”

“To what?”

“To you being all…”

“Domestic?”

“Exactly.”

Tony snorts.

“That’s like, the one benefit of disappearing for five years.”

Tony clenches his jaw, and Peter sighs through his nose. It’s always too soon for Tony.

“Sorry…I just mean…You had a kid while I was gone. You got all paternal and stuff, and now I get to reap the benefits of that, I guess.”

“Yeah, we’re definitely more touchy feely than before, huh?”

“I just figured that was because you missed me.” Peter smiles a bit, mischief tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I did, kid. So much.”

Peter’s smile falls to neutrality. “I know. I….I guess I missed you, too. I don’t remember much.”

“Hopefully we’ll keep it that way.” Tony mumbles. “So, shoulder rub?”

Peter considers for a moment. “Sure, why not.” He scoots closer to Tony, and the man’s warm hand on his tense neck and shoulder muscles immediately help him relax just a fraction.

“Geez, kid; you been working out these muscle groups or have you been that tense over finals?”

Peter blinks. “You know, now that you mention it, I guess I have been pretty tense over the last couple of weeks.”

“Yeah? You think that’s causing your sleeping problems?”

“How did you know about that?”

“This is the second night in a row that you’re awake with a Stark parent in the dead of night in one of the safest places in the world. Call it a hunch.”

Peter lets out an involuntary snort. “Yeah…It’s been a solid two weeks since I got a good night of sleep.”

“Two Fridays ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? Did you procrastinate? Too many Spidey hours?”

“No, no, I was ready just…nervous I guess. Not sure why. I guess because I had a lot of tough academic classes this semester. There’s just kind of an air of tension, you know? Even if I feel okay, if everyone else is stressed out, I just kind of pick up on that. I guess it’s my senses.”

“That makes sense.”

“And sometimes I tend to just….hang on to that tension even after the school year is over, you know? After I took my first AP Exam, I had three separate dreams that I was taking the exam over again. It’s like a high that I can’t come down from or something.”

“Mmm.” Tony hums his attention while giving special care to a particularly tough knot near the base of Peter’s neck. “Geez, kid, we really have to work on your posture. No more studying in bed.”

“Oh, yeah, May told me not to do that.”

“Wait, did you actually study in bed?”

“…..Yeah.”

“Pete. Kid. You’re too smart for this. Seriously, you should only sleep in your bed. Anything else encourages you to be awake in that space.”

“When did you become an expert on this stuff?”

“When I became a workaholic and was doing work in the comfort of my bed that I couldn’t ever sleep in because my mind was always buzzing with work to be done.”

“Oh….ah!” Peter flinches as Tony pushes his metal thumb against the aforementioned knot.

“Sorry, bud. This one’s a booger.”

Peter squirms uncomfortably as Tony presses on the tough spot in his back, sucking in a harsh breath when the man ups the pressure but sagging in relief when he eases off.

“Anything else bothering you?” Tony prompts quietly as he places his flesh hand over the base of Peter’s neck to massage the top of his spine.

Peter nearly groans as Tony works at the new spot of tension he’s found. “….No, not really.”

“You hesitated.”

“So?” There’s more discomfort than bite in Peter’s tone.

“You’re not exactly one to choose your words carefully, Pete.” Tony’s lowers his voice and evens out his tone as much as he can. “You speed through every conversation like that ugly blue hedgehog thing.”

“Sonic.”

“Sure,” Tony shrugs. “But we were talking about you hesitating.”

“You were, really.”

“Sure, I was, but it really is one of your tells for when you’re not being totally honest with me.”

“Since when do you pay so much attention to me?” Peter’s nostrils flare just a bit after the fact.

“Ooo so that’s it, then? Feeling neglected by your mentor-slash-idol?” Tony has laced jest into his tone to compensate for the pinched brows Peter cannot see. He knows Peter looks up to him as a father figure, especially considering all they’ve been through together, and icy guilt stabs through him as he thinks of Peter missing him and longing for his re-assurance in these last days of the semester. “You know I’m always a video call away, buddy.”

“I know….” Peter winces, and Tony apologizes quietly. “…but you’re busy.”

“I’m retired, kid. Not a superhero anymore, remember? And Pepper and her people run Stark Industries.”

“You were just in Wakanda for two weeks.”

“That was…a friendly visit, we’ll call it.” Tony pats Peter’s back lightly and reclines against the couch cushions. “That’s all I can do for now, kiddo. Hand’s too tired.”

“Thanks.” Peter rolls his shoulders and settles back, too, distanced from Tony at the other end of the couch.

“Seriously, though.” Tony levels Peter with a gaze, and the teen can’t look away. “Anything you need, any time, Peter. I’m here for you. I didn’t invent time travel to get you back and pawn you off on May again.”

Peter nods, his face unreadable as he continues to stare at Tony like an animal deciding if he’s trustworthy or not.

“C’mere, squirt.” Tony holds out an arm and blinks when Peter hesitates before crawling into his partial embrace. The man sighs and leans his head back, tracing the barely visible grooves in the wood paneled ceiling. “Do you remember the last time we sat like this?”

“Yesterday?”

“Yes, smartass, but I was thinking more about the hour. The last time we were both up at 3am.”

Peter considers for a moment, following Tony’s gaze before realization seems to strike him; his eyes widen a fraction before falling to the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah.”

Tony squeezes Peter’s shoulder.

“We didn’t do a lot this year. We were both too busy on the day of to go to his grave.”

“Does that bother you?”

“A little…but it’s not like he knows. And…I don’t know if we really wanted to this year, you know? With everything that’s happened, death is just such a weird thing to think about right now.”

“That makes sense.”

Peter’s breath catches just a bit. “She gave some of his stuff away the other day. She asked me to help her carry it out to her car, and she didn’t even…acknowledge it or whatever.”

Tony is quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

Peter is lost in thought for a few moments. “Well, I think so, anyway. She had donation boxes, and they were taped up, but the side was marked, ‘Ben’s Clothes’ and ‘Wedding Pictures.’ I never saw inside, so I don’t know for sure. And like I said, she didn’t say anything, which is weird for her, honestly, so maybe she was just using the boxes.”

“You could ask her.”

“I don’t think so. That would probably upset her…Besides, I doubt she actually did get rid of them, but something about loading all of that stuff into her car just…it felt like the day I first came to them, or when we moved after the blip. So much transition, and the thought of transitioning past Ben on top of how much I haven’t been sleeping was just…”

“The straw that broke the camel’s back.”

“Exactly.” Peter’s voice is thin and quiet, wispy like a passing breeze, strained like a taut muscle, and weighted with meaning like a fierce whisper.

Tony is rubbing his hand over Peter’s shoulder and pretends not to notice when Peter rubs his hand over his eyes. He does notice the second time, though, and laughs a bit when Peter lets out a loud yawn. “You sleepy now?”

“Yeah. I could sleep for days.”

“Do that. I’ll keep Momo occupied tomorrow-” Tony snorts. “Today. Sleep as long as you need to.”

“Thanks, Tony.” Peter smiles tiredly and leans his head against Tony’s shoulder; he stares blankly at the fireplace until his eyelids begin to droop.

“Oh, no. I can’t sleep here tonight; my back is too bad for that.” Tony roughly rubs Peter’s shoulder before shifting to get up.

Peter grunts and pouts, slouching into the couch.

“You can’t, either. Morgan won’t let you sleep if you’re down here.”

“True…” Peter rises with him.

“Hey, if this sleepless stuff persists, I’ll get some of the stuff we gave Steve when he was fighting insomnia after-….some stuff happened.”

“Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

“No problem at all, bud.”

They climb the stairs in silence, pad down the hall and turn to face each other when they reach their respective doors.

“Night, Pete.” Tony whispers, hand on his doorknob.

“Night, Tony.” Peter lingers for just a moment as Tony goes into his room.

The man turns to close his door but stops when he catches Peter still waiting. His brows crease, and he moves to come back out, but Peter shakes his head and looks at the floor shyly, before waving for Tony to go. Tony considers Peter for a moment, squinting at the kid before he sighs silently and nods, closing the door all the way.

Peter sighs and goes into his own room, closing the door silently behind him before he crawls into bed and falls into a dead sleep until that afternoon.

(Tony only slightly regrets promising to entertain Morgan on 4 hours of sleep.)

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Sometimes the Only Way Out is Through

Okay so here’s my fic exchange fic for @trichoglossus, I combined the kidnapping trope and the trans Peter headcanon to make a fic that is probably the wrong tone to be true whump. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Peter wasn’t sure why he was still afraid to walk alone at night. He was spider-man, he could handle anyone who tried to mug him or… anything else. His enhanced senses only made it worse. He could hear the footsteps a hundred feet behind him and his spider-sense was going off for no reason and overall, it was not a good time. It didn’t help that he had run out of web-fluid during patrol and was stuck on the ground until he could make more.

It was one of those dark nights that made him feel like there was something behind every corner. The fear alone made him anxiously play with his keychain as if he could use his apartment key as some sort of knife to defend himself. He was enhanced, he didn’t need a weapon, but it was just one of those days where he wasn’t sure it would be enough.

For some reason, his senses focused on a single car behind him. It sounded big but not like a bus big. Maybe like a large truck. Peter couldn’t hear the normal buzz of its lights. Maybe that’s what was making him uneasy. It seemed to be trying to sneak up on him. He gripped his keys tighter. Would they be sharp enough to do anything? Maybe with whatever enhanced force he had he could do some damage, but he had no reason to think that anything was going to happen.

He really should listen to his instincts more.

It was right before he was able to enter his apartment building when his spider-sense went from a dull ever-present buzz to a sudden peak of pain behind his skull. He ducked far earlier than he found out why, barely processing the projectile that zipped past him like a bullet. He spared a glance at the object embedded in the brick wall behind him. It looked like some sort of tranquilizer.

Peter whipped his head around, looking for an attacker and was met with a blizzard of tranquilizers. He did his best to sprint away from the invisible assailant, but it was impossible to dodge all of the bullets. It only took a moment to take him down. He may have yelped and exclaimed a couple of curse words but nobody was able to hear.

He had been shot before, he was bound to with all the armed criminals in the city, but this was different. It wasn’t nearly as painful. Peter really didn’t like what all of that implied. Tranquilizers, getting him while he was alone, targeting him in particular, none of that could lead to anywhere good.

Peter’s vision was fading but his hearing left a little slower. He heard some metallic sounds before a voice broke through the fog.

“This is Stark’s kid? I thought the ‘smartest person in the world’ would choose someone at least a little smart to carry his legacy…” the voice was dripping with poison and Peter didn’t know that anyone could hate someone so much that just the feeling in his voice made Peter almost shiver. If he could move.

“It’s him. Stark is practically attached to the kid, it took us weeks to get him without some sort of tracker attached to him.” Another voice said as Peter was hit suddenly with the tranquilizer. He was out before he could take another breath. The last thing he felt before the darkness overtook him was hope because Mr. Stark put trackers in everything he made, so he would know that something was wrong.

Tony, however, took a little while to realize anything was up. He glanced away from Peter’s GPS location once he saw the kid was in front of his apartment building and went back to correcting some of Peter’s work that he had done that day. He would check again later to see if he was going on patrol but at this point, he thought that Spider-Man could hold his own.

Peter woke up long before he was supposed to. It took a minute to force himself out of the foggy feeling of the drugs. He felt cold metal around his wrists and he was sat upright in a chair straight out of a sci-fi villains lair. It held all of his limbs tightly against its blocky frame and Peter swore there was a light above his head even though he couldn’t move his head anywhere.

Peter pretended to be asleep for a few minutes while he gathered as much information as he could with his eyes closed. Not because he was absolutely terrified and unable to face the reality of his situation. Definitely not that.

There were voices coming from… somewhere, but they were far away and muffled, he couldn’t make out a single word. But that could have also been from all the drugs that his body was struggling to purify himself of.

He also noticed that the room was really fucking cold. Ever since he got bitten by the spider he had a problem with the cold and this was really solidifying the fact that he hated the cold. This was terrible, he wanted to leave.

He tested his restraints, which were just handcuffs connected to the arms of the chair. They didn’t feel like anything special, he felt them slightly bend with enough pressure. He could probably break out pretty easily, but he knew that that wouldn’t fix all his problems. He could sense armed guards everywhere. As his senses cleared from the drugs, he could hear the clicking of metal and other classic gun sounds. He was pretty familiar with gun sounds. He was a vigilante working in America of fucking course he was hyper-aware of what guns sounded like.

He had just begun to calm himself down and start thinking like a rational person when the sound of footsteps and the familiar, unhinged voice approached his concrete room. He felt himself stiff up as the noise got louder and louder until there was a loud bang at the steel door that made him flinch.

“Oh, Petey!” The guy with the crazy voice said in a sing-song voice followed by a cackle as he burst into the room. He ended up looking a little more normal than Peter had imagined. He thought the crazy guy would end up looking like a Batman villain. He was just bald despite looking youngish and his eyes looked a little off like he was absolutely batshit but was trying his hardest to look normal.

“What do you want with me?” Peter’s voice shook a little against his will. Goddammit, he just wanted to sound brave and now that was out the window.

“Don’t worry kiddie, this isn’t personal. I’m just seeking a little bit of revenge!”

“How is kidnapping me not personal…”

“It’s not about you… it’s about Stark! And what better way to hurt him than through you! You are the most vulnerable of his playthings…”

“Why… What did he do to you?”

“Oh this isn’t about what he did to me, I mean, he killed my father, but that’s not why I’m doing this. He’s weak, he has limits. Limits that I myself have broken in the name of technological advancement for the good of all mankind. He still depends on a suit… why wear a machine when you can be the machine.” The man cackled. “But I plan to have some fun, why not make a little mess in the progress right?”

“What do you mean…”

“We’ve been watching you Pete, we know that you have some secrets that it would be… entertaining to reveal. I’m sure we can change everything you know with just one of them.” This made Peter pause. Did they know he was Spider-Man? If they did, he was sure they’d tie him down a little harder. So was it the other thing? There weren’t many big things he hasn’t told Mr. Stark except for… oh. Somehow they must know he’s trans. It was the one big secret that Tony didn’t know that Peter was slightly worried about him knowing. Peter never knew how boomers would react to things like that. It was kind of a wild card.

Peter felt that familiar rush of fear in his chest, the same one he had felt when May found out he cut his hair with scissors in junior high, or when Flash started going after him for ‘dressing like a boy’. The same terror that engulfed him when Ned convinced him to tell Ben and May. He already loved his relationship with Tony as it was, without him knowing. He didn’t want to change anything. He really didn’t want Mr. Stark to look at him any differently. He was satisfied with the way things were.

“Ah, that was the reaction I really hoped you’d have!” He must not have been hiding his fear very well as the Batman villain guy grinned eerily.

“Before we go any further, I apologize, I haven’t even told you who I am! It could shed some light for you. My name is Ezekiel Stane.”

“Stane like Obadiah? Like that asshole that got Tony kidnapped and stole his technology to attempt to kill him several times… Okay first of all, someone willingly fucked him? Like ew. That guy was totally evil villain material you could tell. Is that like a bald-people thing? Is that why you’re doing this?”

“I was told you were smart… it doesn’t seem very smart to say those types of things when you are handcuffed to a chair. I can do anything I want to you and you wouldn’t be able to do anything. I would advise that you watch your mouth.” Ezekiel hissed. “Now there’s no reason to waste any more time, we have a call to make.”

***

Tony was in the process of getting dragged out of his lab by his fiance when FRIDAY set off an alarm. Not the one that signaled that someone was trying to break into his penthouse, but one that signaled that something was wrong with Spider-Man. It was an alarm he was used to hearing but never ceased to give him a violent ping of terror that made his chest hurt.

Pepper froze in place as she knew that she wouldn’t be able to drag Tony away when Peter was in trouble. She didn’t really want to anyway, she was worried about the kid too.

The alarm was set off by a video call, not an alert from Karen or May calling to tell him that Peter had failed to come home. Tony didn’t spare a second to answer. He was right to dread what he would see.

The image vaguely familiar man in a plain concrete room popped up on the largest holoscreen. The man was familiar in the way an elementary school bully was recognized so many years later. Tony took a while to realize who it was.

“Good morning Stark! It is morning isn’t it? I feels early enough to be morning…” the man rambled manically. It was obvious that there was something wrong with him. An insane glint in his eyes, the way his head twitched, the way his fingers tapped against his leg, the pitches of his voice. Tony knew this guy wasn’t mentally sound.

“How did you get past Friday?” Tony narrowed his eyes as the man waved the question away.

“It doesn’t matter, I haven’t even introduced myself. How rude of me. Dear dad would’ve been so disappointed. I’m Ezekiel. Ezekiel Stane.”

“Obie fucked?” Tony said, obviously shocked at the revelation.

“That’s what I said!” exclaimed a horrifyingly familiar young voice from the other side of the video transmission.

“Kid?” he said, much more worried this time.

“You just had to ruin the surprise! Where’s your sense of drama!” Ezekiel exclaimed in agony, not even acknowledging the insult against his late father. “Fine, I kidnapped your stupid intern, I really shouldn’t have to go so far to catch your attention…”

“Peter, did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine! Just a little cold.”

“Thank god…”

“Hello? Asshole? I kidnapped your kid, at least act a little more reasonable.” Ezekiel hissed.

“Why do you think I’m stalling for so long, I had to have enough time to track your call.”

“You think I’m so stupid to let you have a way to track our location? I am entirely more advanced than anything you have ever created in every-”

“Pardon the interruption but I have found their location.” Friday announced pleasantly. From what Tony could see, she had analyzed the visual location of the video and combined that with her algorithm for possible places it could be. She narrowed down the place based on where it was possible for them to be in the time Peter had been gone and where the call was transmitting from. Stane had tried to block the signal but had only managed to expand the search area a few miles. Visual clues narrowed it down completely. The guy was a little crazy, he was bound to have overlooked a few holes in his plan.

“Good, I’ll be right there Peter! Don’t to anything stupid until I get there!” Tony turned to Pepper who had remained quiet this entire time. “You know what to do?”

“You know this isn't my first rodeo. Come back safe,” Pepper requested. They acted as if the situation was something normal and casual as they knew if one of them freaked out, the other would as well and that probably wasn’t going to help Peter.

“See you soon egghead!”

***

Peter had been left alone in the cold room for a little while, he had noticed that his captor was more positive than he was expecting, with his plan foiled and all. It made Peter suspicious.

He knew Tony said to not do anything stupid until he got there but he was uncomfortable and the metal on the handcuffs were getting cold, so he broke them. He ripped them off of the arms of the chair and bend the metal until they broke. He stood up and stretched before considering his options.

He decided on the element of surprise.

After waiting for several long minutes, Peter heard a little bit of a commotion in the hallways. Echoing gunshots, yelling, all that fun stuff. He smiled when he heard the familiar sound of charging repulsors and his mentors grumpy voice behind the metal mask.

Peter had just stuck himself to the ceiling when the door was blasted in. A suit that definitely wasn’t Tony’s walked in. It was white and dark red, like the color of old blood. It had big round glowing eyes and a horizontal rectangular power source on the chest. It was pretty ugly.

“What-” Ezekiel's metallic voice exited the discount iron man before being blasted back by the Gucci one.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” Peter called the attention of both metal people, who looked up at him with unreadable expressions, as they had masks on. But Peter imagined that Ezekiel was a little shocked.

“Hey kid, you good?” Tony asked while the off brand metal guy seemed to gawk. But again, Peter could see his face, so he didn’t know.

“Yeah. Can we go now?” Peter dropped and gracefully landed on his feet.

“In a minute, I still have to take care of this guy.”

It turned out that Bootleg Iron Man wasn’t just standing there in shock. Peter figured this out when the suit came off. Well, it didn’t exactly come off. It seemed to go inside his skin like he was reverse sweating. It was actually pretty gross. It was even more gross when it oozed out of his palms and covered the concrete walls of the solitary room.

White and red metallic liquid bubbled on the walls as spikes formed, pointing towards Peter and Tony. The metal solidified after repulser-like blue lights were revealed on the ends of the spikes. They didn’t leave much room to move. The strange metal even sheilded Ezekiels dumb smug face from them. Then, the recently created turrets started shooting at them.

At this point, time seemed to both slow down and speed up, if that makes any sense. Maybe it was the sudden chaos mixed with his spider-sense that made time seem inconsistent but it didn’t really matter why it was happening.

Peter didn’t think Tony could move so fast. The iron man suit opened up and Tony burst out as the sound of the the first blaster revved up with a high pitched squeal. He shielded as much of Peter’s body as he could with the empty iron suit doing the same to the opposite side. Even with his powers, Peter froze for a moment in shock. Not a long enough moment for the blasts to go off, but it felt longer than it was.

His spider sense kicked up a notch when the spike right behind Tony grew at an alarming rate, moments from impaling him. Peter pushed Tony out of the way and punched the spike with all his might. It didn’t bend, it didn’t make a dent, it fucking shattered like glass. The shards of metal just melted back into the ever moving structure of the room.

“Stane is controlling this shit right? We need to find him and take him out!” Peter said frantically. “Get back in the suit.”

“But you don’t have any armor-”

“Sorry old man, but I’m a little more durable than you are.”Tony seemed to protest so Peter killed two birds with one stone and pushed his mentor into the open shell of the suit as an energy blast barely missed him. The blasts were few and not the best at aiming but they were extremely powerful. Peter could tell by the way a single shot had almost ripped off an arm of the iron suit.

“If you get shot because of this I’m going to be pissed.”

“I know. We need to get through the walls, he has to be behind there somewhere.” Peter said as he ripped one of the spikes off of the wall and hurled it at the one that was growing behind him. Tony just grumbled and shot his repulsors at the turrets. His blasts didn’t do as much damage as Peter’s fists but they did enough. The metal making up everything in the room was surprisingly brittle and had a low melting point, he assumed it was so it would be more malleable when Ezekiel controlled it with his crazy brain.

“If you cover me for a minute, I think I can blast us out of here.” Tony said as he aimed his fist at the ceiling and turned on his powerful laser. Peter remembered it from the ferry incident. He ignored the pang of cringe that came with the memory and sprung from wall to wall, breaking spikes and smashing things. It kind of felt good to just break things, maybe that was just the mentality of the Hulk coming through.

Right before Tony had finished burning a hole in the metal above them, Peter got blasted. One of the fixed repulsors caught his leg and he went flying into the opposite wall with a yelp. Tony stopped playing with his laser and surged towards Peter.

“I’ve got you kid-” He muttered as he picked Peter up with one of his armored arms and shot a tiny missile at the sky, completing their escape hole. Tony held Peter close as he changed them through the falling debris.

There was a moment of silence as they hovered above the smoking building. They sighed simultaneously when a figure rose from the crumbling opening. Ezekiel had his armor on, sans his helmet, maybe for dramatic effect, maybe because he was the stupidest genius that had ever lived. Peter couldn’t tell.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet!” Ezekiel shrieked. “I’ve only been able to tease the boys secret!” his voice spat out the word ‘boy’ as if it was a horrible slur.

“That’s not your secret to tell dipshit.” Peter grumbed and grabbed a fist sized chunk of debris that had gotten caught between him and Tony, he threw it with all his might at the man's exposed head. It collided like a comet and just like that, the baddie was out. His suit immediately froze. It’s thrusters stopped, the glowing rectangle on the chest dimmed and he fell back into the ruins of the building. He didn’t even fly that high so Peter didn’t feel as bad. That and he could still feel the guys heartbeat so for now, he was still alive.

“That was a little bit easier than I thought it would be…” Tony announced, a little bit surprised. He didn’t immediately notice Peter starting to go limp. Now that it was over and the adrenaline rush was fading, the pain from the blast to his leg was really coming to his attention. The pain alone was enough to bring tears to his eyes but he couldn’t find himself making a noise.

Peter’s healing factor started to kick in, he knew because of the sudden exhaustion that hit him. For some reason he healed better when he was asleep, so whenever he got hurt this bad, his body's immediate response was to go for a nap.

“Hey kid, come on, stay with me-” Tony said frantically as Peter’s vision went black. Honestly, sleeping sounded a whole lot better than being in pain. He welcomed the calm darkness without a single regret.

***

Peter knew he had been dreaming, he knew the dream had been vivid and incredible, but he couldn’t remember much else. He could only recall a single random moment, not anything after it or before it. It was strange but not entirely abnormal.

He spent quite a lot of time in between consciousness and a deep sleep, where there wasn’t much to feel. When he finally approached a state of awareness, he could only hear a voice. A wonderfully comforting voice. One that made him feel happy despite the waves of mild pain that were starting to pulse through him.

He started to feel a warm pressure in his hand as if he was holding someone else's. He vaguely noticed the lack of pressure on his chest and the soft feeling of his favorite hoodie against his skin. He wasn’t exactly aware enough to connect any dots. He just enjoyed breathing freely and had a moment where he wanted to giggle at the softness of the hoodie. You know, like a completely sober and not drugged up person.

There was a dim light behind his eyelids. He forced them open, he needed to wake up even though he was so exhausted. It was like Thor’s hammer was resting on his eyelids, they were so irrationally heavy. He just had to open them though.

“Tony?” Peter muttered weakly.

“Kid? You’re not supposed to be awake yet…” He said softly as he met Peter’s eyes.

“I was a little impatient.” he smiled a little, the sleepiness floating at the back of his skull rather than pulling at his eyelids. “What happened?”

“We got Obie jr. Turns out all of the experimental technology that he put into himself was messing with his brain and making him crazy. We’re working on a solution but keeping him in a medically induced coma in the meantime.” Mr. Stark explained, “You’re here because the crazy bitch shot your leg with an ultra-powerful energy beam. If you weren’t enhanced you probably wouldn’t even have a leg right now. Thanks to your crazy healing factor, you’re not going to be in the med bay for a year. But you aren’t allowed to walk and we’re going to keep you nice and drugged up for a little while.”

“Fun.” Peter groaned and tried to drag himself up to a sitting up position. This was a bad decision because it fucking hurt.

“Woah there, I said no moving remember?” Tony scolded, even though he was helping Peter be comfortable.

“Whatever, I need to tell you something…” He grunted as he settled onto the obsessive amount of pillows that were definitely Tony’s doing.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I’m gonna. I should’ve told you earlier but I was afraid and I think the drugs are making me less afraid so I’m gonna tell you now.”

“If this is about what Stane said-”

“Shut up. I’m trans. I was born with the body of a girl but I’m not a girl, I’m a boy. I never got to tell Ben and I didn’t want to ruin anything with you-” Peter went silent as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. Tony took the opportunity to try to settle the kid’s anxieties.

“I know it’s not easy to come out, so I didn’t say anything, but I knew. In my quest to find spider-mans identity I may have stumbled onto things that revealed the truth but I didn’t want to be that asshole that forces you out of the closet before you’re ready. I just want to know that it won’t change anything and I’m still going to worry over all of your bad decisions.”

“You… of course you knew. What gave it away?”

“May has an old facebook page with a ton of pictures…”

“Oh god…” Peter groaned as Tony laughed.

“You had an awful lot of Iron Man themed things…”

“You’ve been to my apartment, I still have an awful lot of Iron Man themed things.” Peter deadpanned. Tony huffed a laugh. “Wait, where is May?”

“She was on night-time duty, you just happened to wake up during my shift. But you look like you’re going to fall asleep any moment so I won’t bother waking her up. She was worried but wittle baby Petey needs to sleeby.” Mr. Stark said in a baby voice as Peter just groaned knowing that Tony was right. Unconsciousness was a blessing the human race did not deserve.

“Yeah whatever, little baby peter, haha funny joke…” Peter yawned. He wouldn’t be able to acknowledge Tony’s response to him coming out and the great relief it gave him until he was more awake and on slightly less drugs, but at this moment, he felt at peace. He had nothing more to hide, Tony was chill about it, even if he had already known beforehand.

Peter didn’t know how much it had burdened him until it was gone. He didn’t realize how afraid he was to admit it until it was over. He didn’t realize how much effort it was to keep the secret until he didn’t have to anymore. All of the worries about ruining things and messing up and having to explain what being transgender was and imagining Tony’s face sour or look at him in disgust.

Peter looked up at Tony’s face. The man looked tired but behind that, there was this soft energy in his eyes, even though he looked lost in his thoughts. Peter recognized the open look whenever Tony talked to Pepper or even Colonel Rhodes on the phone. It was such an intimately affectionate look that Peter was sure Tony didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was so different from the reaction he had imagined that it made his heart swell. He didn’t end up ruining the best thing that had ever happened to him and dear god it felt good.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah?” Tony tilted his head as he was brought back to reality.

“Thank you.” Peter ignored the pain as he awkwardly launched himself to hug his mentor. He did this partially because he didn’t want Tony to see the tears that had decided to pool in his eyes. He did it mostly because he really really needed it. He relaxed in Tony’s arms as he had never felt safer.

Tony’s hand wandered subconsciously through Peter’s hair and didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep in his arms until he heard the kids soft snoring. He huffed an amused laugh and just held him for a little while longer. No one was looking and it was such a relief that the kid was okay that he just enjoyed the physical proof. He was safe and back where he was supposed to be.

The next day May would try to make a trans flag themed cake but mess it up enough that Happy would have to order one. They would bring Peter his favorite ice cream from his favorite place, they would watch every star wars way too many times that week, but for now, Peter was in Tony’s arms. Safe and snoring.

Right where he’s supposed to be.

#irondadficexchange #My fic #trans peter parker #trans headcanon #fic exchange #irondad fic exchange #irondad #ironfam #iron dad

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Wiggles and wriggles and wounds, oh my!

Summary: Tony really wants to say fuck but he can’t in front of one insistently wiggly red spider boy.

Warnings: Blood and injuries.

Word Count: 1877

Notes: For @jalapenobarnes‘s writing challenge! I know I just signed up but I sort of just churned this out because it was fun to write and because I’m avoiding my two other fics heh. My prompt was “I’m trying to stop the bleeding!”, which just screamed Tony attempting to parent injured Peter.

🚫 Starkers don’t interact 🚫

“Will you PLEASE STOP THE WIGGLINGS.” Tony can’t curse because Peter is a child and he’s really trying to cut the habit for the press, but he so wants to say fuck right now. Like really, really wants to say fuck.

The cause of said desire is of course one grievously injured Peter Parker, who’s normally fluffy hair is slick with red and he wheezes with every breath. The wheezing is less concerning when it’s because Peter’s laughing at his own stupid jokes, coming out in a pour of words.

“B-but Mr. S-Stark,” he giggles, “I’m a SPIDER! We wiggle!” And to prove his point, he wiggles a little bit even though it makes him wince from all the gashes on his body.

Tony has been blessed with multiple kids in his life. But between Harvey, Morgan and Peter, he can finally feel his age catching up with him.

To combat the raging headache beginning to bud in the back of his head, Tony does a categorical assessment of the situation. Peter’s spider suit is torn to pieces pretty much. It’s not really salvageable so he’ll strip it for parts for the next suit. Friday and Karen do a scan and reveal some pretty heavy bruising and fractured bones but no internal bleeding or compound fractures (thank fuck). Peter’s weirdo heal factor is already plugging itself in so those will be gone in a day or two. Peter himself on the other hand refuses to stop talking or moving for even a minute and he’s babbling something about how spiders spin their webs and how they walk and how their legs bend. Who knows who spider’s legs bend?? Peter Parker that’s who.

“I am. Trying. To stop. The bleeding! So, if you’ll just be a good little spider and lie still for your flies or whatever you drain the goo out of, that’d be amazing. Fantastic. Absolutely wonderful.” Tony has never felt more grateful that he has an entire med kit packed into his suit as he’s spraying Neosporin on basically every inch of Peter’s body. If he could, he might be tempted to slam dunk the kid into a whole pool of the stuff. There is to be no infections on his watch. Not after the shit he experienced in Hong Kong a few months ago. That was absolutely horrible for a regular person, who’s to say what it’ll do to Peter who can’t take painkillers or antibiotics?

“Ewwww, goo? Goo’s gross. I mean I know spiders dissolve the guts of flies and other various small insects, and sometimes male spiders but like, what do you think it’s like to just slurp goo every day for food?” Peter makes a face, interrupted briefly by the sting that the spray brings. “But I guess it’s the buggy way since flies do it too. Hey Mr. Stark, did you know that flies secrete enzymes through their feet and they drink through their feet? Or that butterflies eat flesh? Did you know that?”

Deep breaths Stark.

“I did not but you know what, of everything I sure am glad you weren’t bitten by a butterfly. Or a fly. Or any other enzyme foot secreting insect.” It’s onto the wrapping even though the worst of the lacerations are already starting to look a little better. Tony whips out a sleeve of gauze and several rolls of bandages to begin wrapping around the more severe oozing cuts, mostly located on his arms and legs though there’s quite the nasty one on his chest. Peter snorts as he begins, fingers fumbling just a bit. He’s really not good at this. His forte is more like slapping on an Avengers band-aid on Morgan’s everyday scrapes, bumps and bruises. Pepper’s the real patcher-upper. She’s off in Thailand right now though, enjoying some mangoes and a very stubborn board of directors, insisting on cutting all funds to the avengers/S.H.I.E.L.D initiative.

“It’s not enzyme foot secretions! It’s an enzyme secreting foot!” Peter huffs. “And I mean yeah this spider stuff is pretty cool y’know especially for sneaking out and stuff like walking on walls is the bomb diggity but wouldn’t it be cool if I could fly?! Imagine that!!” That’s one arm down.

“First of all, spider boy, as long as you’re not secreting enzymes on the carpet it’s fine. You know how Pepper gets about her rugs.” Peter nods solemnly, apparently remembering the Jell-O goo incident on her nice Persian rug. “Secondly, have you been sneaking out? You know how I feel about you breaking curfew young man.” And it’s a pretty generous one in his mind, at the exact stroke of midnight. Hey if Cinderella gets that much then it’s good enough for his little pumpkins to roll home and go to sleep. Peter shrugs and suddenly has the urge to look at everything else, the smoldering buildings and piles of debris, instead of meeting Tony’s eyes. He’s even mumbling YMCA to keep from saying stupid things. Oh how they grow without his notice. He sighs, thinking he’ll have to update the protocol again. Or possibly reinstall it, given Peter’s previous compulsions to just uninstall the fucking programs. Having finished the other arm, he moves onto the quickly wrap up the bits and bangs on Peter’s legs. “Third, who says bomb diggity anymore? You’re way too young to even know that term.”

“What! No way Mr. Stark, some of my favorite stuff to say is like, bomb diggity and radical! It’s a renaissance of 90’s slang.” And there’s that big, toothy smile he gives when he’s trying to butter up and get himself out of trouble. Ha! Tony’s installed a Notepad of things Peter does that are bad protocol to make sure he and Pete have some talks about things like this. Sure his old man brain might get flooded with other stuff but ever faithful Friday will remind him of it later.

The last bit requires Peter to strip off the remnants of his suit, which is going to be a bit of a problem considering Peter has a case of the jelly limbs right now. As in he’s so exhausted and beat up that his body has effectively said nope! to any form of movement that isn’t wiggling in place and being pushed around gently. So it’s the old scissors trick (not a trick) and Tony just uses some super duper ultra sharp scissors to gently cut through the wires and fabric of Peter’s suit. Peter moans a small complaint (I liked this suit Mr. Stark) but Tony’s more worried about the still dribbling tear that crosses his chest.

Peter heals like there’s no tomorrow, something that Tony only wishes he could have sometimes. But still this one looks like it might scar, especially given the kid’s habit of picking at scars. But for now all he can really do is wrap it up and-

Boss. Friday’s soothing voice chimes up and as soothing as he’s made it out to be, after radio silence all this time Tony nearly shits himself. It appears that Mr. Parker will need stitches for this one.

Aw, fuck.

Well Tony is garbage with a needle and thread so there’s no way he’s going to be doing those stitches. In fact Peter is normally the one sewing so this poses a slight problem. He doesn’t want to move the kid, who’s mumbling now about 1950’s fashion (again, who knows about these things?? Peter). And forget ambulances since they take forever to do anything and that’s not really Tony’s style in the first place.

There’s a nearby clinic, about a quarter mile away boss. Ah Friday, ever so helpful lovely Friday.

A quarter mile isn’t that bad, he reasons to himself. Even he, with his emaciated lungs, can get that far without the suit so it should be a cinch to do it in the suit right? Even with a hundred sixty four (that’s 164) pound child in his arms.

Now the real question is how to get Peter there. He’s started to sing drinking songs (he’s not even old enough to drink yet why does he know these??) and is kind of waving his arms around. Well, it’s probably not because of blood loss because Karen, and by extension Friday, would’ve let him know. The easiest thing to do would just be to scoop up the lil spider and princess carry/fly him there and pass it off to a real professional. But a part of Tony really hesitates because what if that hurts him? He’s not really known to fly slow so what if the jet propulsion opens up new words or the turbulence in-flight causes him to shift shards of bone from his fractured humerus or what if! Peter decides to start dancing to his singing!

There’s a twinge behind his eyes and he groans, pressing the heel of his palm into them. Okay. So logically none of those things will happen. Peter’s a sturdy kid. But also, Tony’s not really well versed on all this stuff. He almost tells Friday to flip a coin, carry or fly him there, but his rational brain finally takes over. It kicks his parent panic to the corner and makes him scoop up Peter, delicately of course, and take a low flying (above tree tops because they’re not getting whacked on the way to the doctor) course to the clinic, where the nurse’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. She stammers her way through the paperwork process. Peter is seen immediately by an older physician, who simply collects him and brings him back without much fuss.

Which leaves Tony to deal with the flustered nurse who literally looks like she’s about to melt into a puddle on the floor. To be fair it is 3:47 AM so this is probably a little extreme for night-time injuries. Tony mindlessly scrawls information on the papers passed to him, wrinkling his nose at the insurance one.

Strictly speaking Peter isn’t part of his insurance. But Tony quickly dismisses that, telling Friday to make a note to add him to the policy. Easily done, considering this is Tony Stark they’re working with.

The physician comes back out and ushers Tony into a room where Peter has finally knocked out, snoring on the cot like he wasn’t just painting a random street corner iron red. Tony has the good sense to sit down and try to untense his shoulder as the physician goes through lists of care items and thing, prescribing antibiotics which Tony knows won’t work. He just listens anyways, thanking her for her care and services. She says that he can take him home but in a car, not flying across the city in a suit. Probably a good idea.

He gets Friday to call Happy who is obviously very not happy about being woken up at this god forsaken hour of the night. He still grumbles that he’ll be there in ten, twenty minutes and hangs up and Tony groans once more, that headache bursting into a full-blown migraine. And he doesn’t have any ibuprofen because he forgot to restock it.

Under his breath, in the weird yellow limelight of the fluorescent bulbs above, he finally mutters a vehement, “Fuck.”

#Tony Stark #Peter Parker #irondad #marvel #mcu fanfic #blood tw #injury tw #saranschallenge #jalapenobarnes

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Getting A Life

Steve bounces around time trying to find his place in the universe after the events in Endgame. Somehow he always comes back to a certain billionaire.

My Stony, Endgame fix-it fic.

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The first stone Steve returned was the Aether. It was the most logical, seeing as he had to also return Thor’s hammer. It was one less thing to carry around with him. And as soon as everything was back in place on Asgard, Steve decided to be a little selfish and do something for himself. He had all the time in the world to return the remaining stones. So he went and saw Peggy.

The reunion had been emotional as Peggy cried, pulling Steve into her home. They had hugged each other,they cried, they talked and Steve had finally got to have his dance with Peggy. Everything was perfect.

The soldier had only been in Peggy’s home for a few hours. He had explained everything. The ice, time travel, Thanos and the snap, and even the Avengers. He fully expected her not to believe him, but she seemed to take everything in stride.

“The thing I don’t understand Steve, is why you’re here,” Peggy said, sipping some tea she had prepared. It was now long past daytime as the two sat in the woman’s living room, the lamp light illuminating their faces.

“I’m here to see you,” Steve said, shocked that Peggy even asked something like. “I have to return the other stones, but when I’m finished I’m coming back. For you I’ll only be gone a few seconds. But then we can be together Peggy,” Steve said leaning forward and putting a hand on Peggy’s shoulder.

“Steve,” the brown haired woman said carefully as she set down her cup. “You can’t just give up the life you created and led, just for me. You don’t belong here. But back there, it sounds like you have a family, people who care for you-”

“But this is where I’m from Peggy. I never should have been pulled from this time but I was, and now I have the opportunity to come back. I have you.”

“But what are you leaving behind?” Peggy asked, her eyes sad. Steve actually stopped then, and took a moment to consider what he would be leaving behind.

“Nothing,” Steve said flatly, because the only person he had ever loved besides Peggy was dead.

---

In the end, Steve didn’t even stay the night at Peggy’s. He gave her a hug, a quick kiss, and was gone. From there he returned the soul stone, and then the power stone. As he walked past the still unconscious form of Peter Quill, a thought crossed his mind. He should just stay in space, check it out. It had obviously not worked out the way he thought it would with Peggy, and there was no reason to go home, not yet. And with the time traveling thing, he could take all the time he needed. So Steve decided to be selfish another time. He snuck onto Peter Quill’s ship. He hid from the man and a pink skinned woman in a back closet, and when they landed on another planet, Steve got off.

And sure, besides returning the stones, Steve had only ever been to space once, but it was nothing like he had expected. Sure some aliens had blue, green, or pink skin, and some had extra eyes, or looked like slug monsters. They were aliens. But the thing Steve was taken back by was that there were aliens that looked very...human. It was surprisingly easy for him to adapt, and in a few weeks Steve was easily blending in with the crowd. The other surprising thing was that alien liquor got him drunk. Like really drunk.

His super metabolism always burned off any earthly alcohol he consumed. But here in space, he could drink three cups and he would be set. And so Steve drank, and drank, and drank. He needed to forget his botched plan to spend the rest of his life with Peggy. He needed to forget that the only other person he had ever loved besides her was gone, no longer apart of his world. He needed to forget.

It was months later when Steve finally got the wakeup call he was needing. He had wandered the cosmos, hitching a ride from planet to planet, drinking himself away, and telling himself that one day he would bring the remaining stones back. Honestly he had no idea where he was, not that it really mattered. All he knew was he was in a bar, and the alcohol was bearable.

“By Odin’s beard, is that Captain America?” A voice called out, making Steve’s blood run cold. No one, absolutely no one, should know that name here. Hell, Steve was even wondering how he recognized that name. It’s not like he should even be recognizable. He had grown his beard out again, and his hair was quite a bit longer, pulled back at the nape of his neck. Lifting his eyes, though, he came face to face with Loki who was taking a seat next to him.

“Loki,” Steve breathlessly huffed out.

“My, my, my. You look a little worse for wear,” the trickster said as he looked Steve up and down. “Having a rough time?” The only thing Steve could think to do was let out a strangled laugh as he took another swig of his drink, almost choking on it.

“I think that’s an understatement,” Steve said, shaking his head. “What are you doing here?” He then asked. Steve was about to ask why he wasn’t dead, but then remembered how Tony and Scott explained that Loki had gotten away with the tesseract back in 2012 New York. This must be that Loki.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Loki said, his eyes never leaving Steve’s form. “Last time I checked, you were more of an Earth man,” Loki said, raising a single eyebrow. “So where is the rest of your Avengers? Is my brother here? Are you here to-”

“I’m here alone, and I would like to keep it that way, so please leave,” Steve huffed, turning his attention back to his drink.

“You are not the Captain I am familiar with, are you?” Loki pried after a moment of silence. And Steve opened his mouth to tell the trickster off, to tell him to leave him alone, but suddenly Steve was word vomiting all over the place. He had never experienced a time when he didn’t have control over himself, yet here he was, telling his sob story to someone he considered an enemy. Thanos, the time heist, the fact that he was dead and Peggy could see through his heartbreak. As Steve finished up, he suddenly realized that he was actually crying.

“You need to get your life together, Captain,” Loki said after a moment. “A drunken mess does not look good on you,” the man said as he took away the cup that Steve was holding in his hand. Steve opened his mouth to object but nothing came out. So all he could do was wipe away the tears that were drying on his face. “Get a life, seriously. It is not fair. But you have to pick yourself and make something out of nothing.” Loki said before taking a swig of Steve’s drink. “Besides, are you not luckier than most men? You can travel through time. Use that to your advantage.” Loki said, shrugging as he finished off the drink.

“You know, I was supposed to keep your from taking the Tesseract...or track you down and bring you back to your original timeline, keep the Tesseract from leaving earth at the moment you disappeared with it.” Steve laughed, thinking how ironic it was that Loki had happened upon him. He always thought he would have to spend months lookin form him, yet here he was.

“Perhaps I’ll go back myself,” Loki hummed, making Steve’s eyes flicker back up to the trickster. “I’ve been wandering through space and time with the tesseract for quite some time now. I am tired. Life did not go as I thought it might. Perhaps some time at home with the family would do me some good.” Loki chuckled.

“You know you would be imprisoned,” Steve said, raising an eyebrow.

“No prison can hold me for long,” Loki chuckled. “Besides, I can catch up on some reading, relax during my time there. I’m in need of it,” Loki said before standing up, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

“It’s good to see a familiar face. Even if it’s yours,” Steve said, and he meant it.

“And I could say the same to you,” Loki hummed. “Good luck Captain Rogers,” Loki said before disappearing in a cloud of blue smoke, leaving Steve behind.

“You too,” He hummed, a smile pulling at his lips. It was the first time he had smiled in months.

----

The space stone was the first thing he decided to return. Dr. Strange had taught him how to use the time stone to revert the stone back to the tesseract. After doing so he collected himself and returned back to Camp Lehigh. He had to be pretty close to when he had left the base the first time, that way the tesseract wasn’t missing for too long. But there was no way he was going to risk running into him so Steve waited a little longer in the alleyway before making his way back to the underground bunker. What he was not expecting was to ram headfirst into someone as he rounded the corner.

“Sorry,” both men said in unison. Steve kept his head down avoiding eye contact as he tried to push past the man who he had just hit, but suddenly the man spoke up.

“Steve?” they called out, making the other man still. Shit. How had he not recognized that voice when he had said sorry? Honestly, Steve should have ran, but instead, he just stood there, practically shaking as the other man moved around him to get a better look.

“Hey Tony,” Steve hummed a sad smile on his face as he looked up to see the inventor staring back at him. He was still wearing that old suit they had found before coming on to the base the first time. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back in your time?” the blonde asked.

“My time?” Tony asks for a moment, his eyes scanning over Steve before his mouth dropped open, his eyebrows shooting up. “You’re-” He began but stopped to let out a gasp that turned into a violent cough. “Did we do it? Did we bring everyone back? Are you returning the stones?” Tony asked, eyeing the case that Steve held in his hands.

The tears were falling before Steve could even notice.

“Hey. Steve,” Tony said, taking the blonde by his arm. “Don’t cry, come on,” Tony cooed, but Steve just cried harder.

“I’m sorry,” Steve huffed, wiping his face. “I’m a mess,” he muttered.

“That’s not anything new,” Tony said, letting out a light laugh. “Come on Cap, people are going to start staring, let’s get out of here,” The inventor said as he towed the man out of the alley and towards a car that was parked outside of the camp.

Steve looked it over for a moment, remembering that they had stolen the car when they had first arrived in 1970. Steve was about to say something but Tony just shook his head and pushed him towards the car. They both got in and soon the two were sitting in silence. Steve could only wipe away the tears that were slowing down as Tony stared at him.

“The beard is a nice change. You look a little meaner. Are people taking you more seriously?” Tony asked. The only thing Steve could do was let out a choked laugh, shaking his head.

“The long hair though? Either grow it out more, or get a haircut. The midway-mullet is not a good look for you, even if you do pull it back,” Tony teased.

“It’s really good to see you Tony,” Steve said, his blue eyes flickering up to meet Tony’s. The man studied him for a moment longer before speaking.

“What happened to you Steve?” Tony breathed, lifting his hand to brush a stray tear from Steve’s face. It was clear this was not the Steve from his timeline. This Steve was different.

“You died,” Steve suddenly said, his voice hollow as he spoke. “You died trying to-”

“I don’t want to know Rogers,” Tony said, but his tone was soft. “I don’t need to know,” Tony muttered, his hand still on Steve’s face. “But do we do it? Do we bring everyone back?” He asks.

“We do,” Steve says, nodding.

“Then that’s all I need to know,” Tony said, gently patting Steve’s cheek before pulling away. “So how long has it been since we brought everyone back...since I bit the dust? What have you been doing in all that time?” Tony asked.

“I was in space,” Steve said. “I returned the power stone and just...decided to stay. I would say it’s been a good six months, but I don’t really remember much of it. I’ve just been floating around,” Steve said, his gaze falling to his lap.

“Don’t tell me that me biting the dust would really mess with you this much?” Tony said, trying to make light of the situation. Steve didn’t really appreciate it though. His brow pulled together and he just looked at Tony as if he were insane.

“You meant a lot to me,” Steve admitted, his ears turning red as blush consumed his face. “You were such a good friend to me. And I wasn’t to you,” the man said, staring at Tony.

“Yeah, but was our friendship really that great? I mean what did I ever do for you that would make you go off on some manic adventure in space the moment I die?” Tony asked, laughing lightly.

“Tony,” Steve huffed. It was obvious that the soldier was hurt by Tony’s words. “You were my world. You still are. I mean, when I came out of the ice, when I woke up, I had no one. Nothing. I was so lost and broken, But then you showed up. And even though we bickered back and forth, you gave me a second chance. You gave me a purpose, somewhere to belong. Tony, you gave me a home,” Steve said, his heart breaking for the millionth time that day. “I love you Tony,” Steve said, his voice cracking. Tony just looked at the blonde for a long moment, his lips pressed in a fine line as a single tear fell from his lashes.

“Jesus Christ Steve,” Tony said, scrubbing at his face. “If you would have told me that eight years ago, you would have had me. Hook line and sinker,” Tony muttered. “I was absolutely smitten with you. But we had our differences. And sometimes life doesn’t turn out like we would like it to,” Tony huffed.

“I was an idiot back then, and what I did to you was wrong and I-”

“I don’t need an apology Cap. We’ve already done this,” Tony hummed, a small smile on his face. “I forgive you,” Tony said, patting Steve on the shoulder before reaching for the door handle. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a universe to save,” Tony said, giving Steve a smile.

“Wait,” Steve interjected, his voice a little louder than he would have liked it to be. “Stay with me. Just for a few days. You have all the time in the world. Just...stay with me for a bit longer,” Steve said, almost desperate.

“I can’t Steve,” Tony said, his hand sitting on the door handle. “As much as I want to. And God do I want to. I can’t,” And suddenly, Tony’s voice was shaking. “I wish I could stay and make all your hurt go away, because it kills me to see you like this Steve. But I can’t. I have a wife and daughter back home. And I’ll never do anything to hurt them. Because they are my world, and I love them. They saved my life. I owe them everything. And if I stay here with you...I’m afraid I could lose all of that. And I can’t. I’m sorry,” Tony said, and suddenly the two were sitting in silence. The only sound was the sniffling that came from both men.

“I’m sorry Tony,” Steve said after a long time of just sitting. “That was out of line for me to say.”

“Don’t be sorry, please.” Tony said, his eyes flickering up to Steve’s. “You’re such a great guy and I’m sorry you’ve been through so much in your life. I’m sure it’s been hard. But you’re still going to do great things. Don’t be sad just because little ol’ me is gone. If anything, I want to you to live because of me,” Tony said as he let go of the door handle and leaned forward so that the two were a few inches away. “Get that life I was telling you about. Be happy. For me, yeah?” Tony said as he reached a hand up, putting it on the back on Steve’s head.

“I’ll do what I can,” Steve said, a broken smile on his lips.

“Then that’s all I can ask for,” Tony said and suddenly he was pulling Steve’s head closer to his own. In one swift moment, Tony’s lips were connecting to Steve’s forehead, giving him a sloppy kiss. The two stayed like that for a moment, Tony just humming softly as Steve sat there in shock. “I love you Steve Rogers. Always have. Always will,” Tony breathed as he pulled away. “Now, how many stones do you still have to return?” Tony asked, his tender tone gone.

“I uh-” Steve stammered, trying to get his muddled brain to work. “Counting the tesseract, three,” Steve said, blinking a few times.

“And you have enough Pym Particles to do that?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Steve stammered, nodding. “Hank Pym made me quite a few before I left. I shouldn't have a problem.”

“Good, I would hate for you to be stranded in some god forsaken time that’s not yours,” Tony said, giving the man a wink as he began to get out of the car. Steve saw this and quickly did so as well so now they were both standing outside of the car, looking at each other from opposite sides of the vehicle. “Take care of yourself Steve,” Tony then said as the quantum suit surrounded him.

“Good luck. It was good to see you again,” Steve said, strength back in his voice.

“You too Capsicle. And for God’s sake get a haircut,” And in an instant the man was gone, leaving Steve alone by the car.

----

The mind stone was the next thing to be returned. After using the time stone to restore it back to the staff, Steve was careful to put it back in the case, next to his younger, unconscious, self. As if he had never taken it in the first place.

As Steve was leaving the tower, through one of the side doors, the man stilled, hearing a voice from down the hall. It was Tony’s voice. And even though he knew it would be problematic if he was caught, Steve still followed the voice. Just so he could see Tony again, if only for a moment. See him talking and breathing. Seeing him alive.

As Steve stayed close to the edges of the room, his eyes landed on Tony who was with a group of SHIELD agents, Thor, and Loki. It looked like some sort of commotion had just happened, as Tony was being helped off the floor. Steve watched as the group conversed for a while, and then suddenly they were walking towards him. Thinking quickly, Steve pressed himself back in a corner, grabbing a pamphlet to hide behind as the group made their way past him. As they did so, Steve’s eyes wandered up to catch a glimpse of the people.

The first people to pass were SHIELD agents, including the Secretary, followed by Thor who pushed a bound Loki by the arm so that he was walking in front of his elder brother. The dark haired trickster walked right past Steve, but not before turning his head slightly to look at the man. Loki’s eyebrows rose in surprise for a moment and then were suddenly relaxing the next. Before Loki was pushed out of sight, though, he winked at Steve, making the man smile behind the pamphlet he was holding. Steve couldn’t believe that he actually went back.

“What are you looking at Rock-of-Ages?” A voice suddenly said a little too close to Steve for him to be comfortable. Tony was directly behind the brothers, and he was suddenly looking straight at Steve. Their eyes locked for a moment and then Tony was smiling. “Sorry this creep is staring. He doesn’t have any manners,” Tony said, and suddenly he was gone, falling back in place behind the group.

Steve just watched the group leave.

Steve knew he should return the time stone. And he knew that he should go back to his timeline but he didn’t want to. Doing that would just mean he would never see Tony again. But here, in 2012, Tony was alive and well. And he still had the time stone, meaning there was still a reason for him to be here. And honestly, Steve couldn’t bring himself to finish. So he lingered in New York 2012.

The first thing he did was get a haircut. It wasn’t as short as he would normally keep it, but he figured Tony would he satisfied with the outcome. He then got a job in construction. It wasn’t much, but he was able to get a small apartment in Brooklyn. And he just existed there. In a world where Tony was alive and thriving. And maybe he couldn’t be a part of his life, but Steve was okay with that. He was happy just being able to watch.

On his days off, Steve would frequent Central Park. It was a nice place to people watch and sketch. It had been such a long time since he’d done anything with art. Steve had only been here for about a month, but it had been the best month he’d had in a long time. He couldn’t get drunk anymore, no matter how hard he tried. Sure he didn’t like it, but it’s better for him—in this month, he was healing.

“Is this seat taken?” A man asked as Steve sat on a bench, looking out over the largest of the reservoirs in the park. He’d been sketching the water with the buildings looming in the background. And he was too engrossed in his work to really look up at the man, but he wasn’t rude.

“It’s all yours,” Steve said, continuing to work on the skyline that sat in front of him.

“You were always good at drawing, or at least that’s what Howard said. Seeing it in person though, it’s not just good, it’s amazing,” The man said as he leaned forward, getting into Steve’s personal space. At the mention of Howard, Steve stilled before turning his head to look at the man who was leaning into him.

“Tony?” Steve asked, his heart rate suddenly picking up.

“Ah, there he is!” Tony said with a smirk on his face as he leaned back into the bench. “I was afraid you might not be Steve Rogers. But those puppy dog eyes are unmistakable,” Tony said, smile still on his face.

“Tony,” Steve said carefully as he set his book down. “I-I’m not who you think I am,” Steve said, his eyes wary.

“I’m well aware Cap,” the inventor said, tilting his head to the side. “So are you from a different dimension, or are you from the future?” Tony asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“How do you-?” Steve asked, his brows knitting together. He was simply at a loss for words.

“Jarvis,” Tony said, as if that was the answer to his question. “He has eyes all over the city. But most importantly, all over my tower and the surrounding block. After the battle, he alerted me to the fact that there was another Captain America...and another Ironman. And I know for a fact it wasn’t me,” Tony said as he fished out his phone. After fiddling with it for a moment, security footage appeared in front of him. The first was a shot of 2023 Tony flying in the broken window of the tower, behind everyone else before jumping back out. Suddenly the footage changed to Steve and the 2012 version of himself fighting one another.

“You got good form Steve, but your younger self was getting the best of you there. You slowing up in your old age?” Tony asked with a giggle.

“I was just more stubborn back then,” Steve supplied, an amused look on his face.

“Of course. I’m sure you still are,” Tony said as he tapped the screen to show a shot of Steve, Tony, and Scott standing in an alleyway before all three of them disappear. “You left with the scepter, and honestly, I was a little worried,” Tony said, eyeing Steve. “But then Jarvis tells me a few seconds later, a man that looks like Steve Rogers with a beard had returned it to it’s case,” Tony said as the screen shifted one more time to show Steve returning the scepter. “The thing is Cap, you didn’t leave like the other versions of us. You just walked out the front door...and as far as Jarvis knew, you didn’t disappear. Since then I’ve been keeping tabs on you. So, what are you still doing here?” Steve let out a heavy sigh but Tony just smiled and shook his head. “I’m assuming it’s a long story. I cleared my schedule for the day, so let’s hear it,” The inventor said, watching Steve carefully.

---

Steve probably told Tony a little too much information. But at this point in time, Steve had stopped caring about things like that. Right now Tony was sitting cross-legged on the bench, scrubbing at his chin.

“So let me get this straight. You are here to return the stones that you took so that my world doesn’t fall apart. And you needed them to defeat this big cosmic evil being...and you succeeded?” Tony asked. Steve could only nod. “But you’re hanging around here because you miss me? And you can’t stand to be in a world where I don’t exist anymore,” Tony said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that correct?” Tony asked.

“I mean, when you put it that way, it sounds pretty lame,” Steve said with a heavy sigh.

“I wouldn’t call it lame,” Tony hummed. “I think this sits more on the tragic-romantic side of things,” Tony laughed. “Well...maybe sappy romance. But I like the thought,” The inventor said, a smile on his face. “I know you’re living in a dingy apartment. And while there would be two Steves eventually, you are welcome to stay at the tower. Your uh...past self is currently touring America. I’m not sure when he will be getting back. So I’m sure we can-”

“I can’t do that to you Tony,” Steve said, shaking his head. “You have only known me for a month in this world. It would be like having a stranger living with you. That’s not fair.”

“I mean...you’re not wrong,” Tony said, running his hand through his hair. “But what I’m wondering right now is...what are you still doing here?” Tony asked.

“I thought I just told you-” Steve began, but Tony was quick to cut him off.

“No Steve. You just told me you have the power to time travel and you’re just hanging around in the lamest year ever!” Tony interjected, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder if your time in the ice affected your brain,” the mechanic said under his breath. “Just...go to a time where we know each other. That’s what I would have done,” Tony said with a shrug. “I’m not saying it would work out, but I think it’s your best shot.”

“Tony,” Steve warned. “The only good time is, well, not a good time. I do something pretty shitty to you, and even though you say we’re on good terms, it’s still hard to believe. I honestly don’t think there is a good time,” Steve admitted.

“Oh! The Captain curses,” Tony said in mock shock, pulling a hand over his mouth before laughing. “Look. We all do shitty things, we’re human. And if I said we’re cool, then we’re cool. So get out there and apologize to future me,” Tony says, a smirk on his face.

“It’s not that easy,” Steve tried again.

“Nope. Don’t want to hear it Cap! I said it’s going to be okay, so it’s going to be okay. I’ve seen your true colors today Mr. Rogers,” Tony said as he suddenly stood up, only to look down at Steve. “So when my Steve does me wrong, I’ll know there was some form of positive intent. I’ll know that this sappy Steve Rogers is out there somewhere, madly in love with me,” Tony said with a smile. “We’ll see you in a few years then,” he said before patting Steve on the shoulder and walking away.

Tony had made it sound so easy, he really did. He said it with ease and in that moment, Steve had never felt so empowered. So he listened to what Tony had to say. He went back to his apartment and collected some things and soon he was making his way to 2016.

The compound was fairly empty as Steve made his way inside. From what he remembered, it used to be bustling with people. This was, however, after his squabble in Siberia. Half of the Avengers were on the run, and Steve was sure the other half had been pushed out by Tony. He was always one to brood.

As Steve made his way into the common area, he saw a figure hunched over the kitchen island. They were holding a cup of amber liquid in there hand, while a larger bottle sat on the counter. The closer Steve got, the closer he could tell who the person was. Tony.

Tony seemed to sense Steve’s presence because he suddenly whirled around, staring at the man with large brown eyes. He was a mess. His hair was pushed in every direction while bags sat under his eyes from sleepless nights. His eyes were visibly bloodshot, and honestly, his skin looked a little too pale. It was obvious he was not in a good state.

Tony suddenly stopped mid-turn and his mouth fell open. The exact same time, his glass cup came crashing to the hardwood floor, sending glass and bourbon in every direction. Steve winced at the sound, but never took his eyes off of the man who was looking at him like he was some sort of spector.

“Steve,” Tony suddenly said, his voice raw. “Oh my god. Steve, it’s actually you,” Tony said, his words slurring as he began to make his way over to Steve. The blonde was concerned that Tony would hurt himself on the glass and in an attempt to keep him from injuring himself, Steve stepped forward. Tony practically fell into his arms as Steve pulled him close and away from the shards of glass.

“Oh god. Steve,” Tony stammered, it was obvious he was drunk. “I didn’t think you would actually come. I mean, I always told myself you would show up one day. I thought maybe I had imagined it or something,” Tony said, pushing his face into Steve’s chest as tears began to stain his shirt.

“Tony, I’m so sorry,” Steve said trying to comfort the man.

“He- He tried to kill me,” Tony then blurted out. His head tilted up and he gave the most broken look Steve had ever seen. “He tried to kill me Steve. He was going to. He shoved that god damned shield into my reactor. And if I would have pushed any harder, he would have done it,” Tony cried.

As Steve listened, he could only frown. Was this what Tony had been going through in the few weeks that followed Siberia? If Steve would have known this was how Tony was dealing with that event would have chosen an entirely new path.

“And then he just left me for dead. My suit didn’t work, I was bleeding everywhere and...God, it was cold,” Tony huffed, his body limp as he leaned into Steve. Honestly, the blonde was not expecting Tony to be this bad off. And he knew it was foolish of him to think he would fine.

“Tony,” Steve said carefully as he began to tow Tony towards the couch. Once the two were settled, he continued to speak. “Your Steve isn’t going to apologize, not in the right way. The way he does is wildly inappropriate, considering what....we did.” Steve mutteredd, feeling shame fill his chest. “And I know I’m not your Steve but-”

“Don’t say that,” Tony suddenly said, his face still buried in Steve’s shoulder. “You’ve always been my Steve. Ever since we had that conversation on the bench, you’ve been my Steve,” Tony hiccuped.

“But I did the same things as the other Steve,” The soldier explained, to which he got no response from Tony. The two sat there for a moment before Steve finally continued. “All I can tell you is I am sorry. I am so so sorry. What I did to you was unexceptable. I lied to you, and it wasn’t to protect you, it was to protect me and Bucky. It was incredibly selfish of me. And you had every right to be upset. I never should have done what I did,” Steve said, pulling Tony away from him so he could get a look. The inventor just blinked back up at him with wet eyes, his brow knitted together in frustration.

“I forgive you,” Tony muttered, but the blonde simply shook his head.

“Don’t say that. Not after everything I’ve just done to you. I don’t deserve it,” Steve said, his heart heavy. “I think I came to the wrong time. I honestly should just give up this fantasy I have that we’ll somehow be able to be together. Peggy didn’t work out, why should I have thought this would be different?” Steve huffed, pulling away from Tony.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Tony suddenly asked. Steve stopped and turned to look at Tony.

“I think it’s time I face the music and go back to my own time. I’m sorry if I lead you on. I just think-”

“Don’t leave me. Please,” Tony said, gripping Steve’s shirt. “Pepper is gone, the team is gone, I’m so alone and I don’t think I’ll get through the night by myself,” Tony said, his voice cracking in desperation.

“Pepper will come back to you,” Steve said carefully. “You’re going to ask her to be your wife, and you’ll have beautiful children. Don’t throw that away for me,” Steve said softly.

“That may be what your Tony needed, but I don’t want that. I want you. All I have ever thought of was you. Stay. Please. Just for tonight,” Tony begged. Steve sat there for a moment, his mind whirling.

“Okay,” the soldier finally stammered. “I’ll stay.”

----

Honestly, Steve thought he would only stay the night. But the night turned into two nights, and those two nights turned into a week and that week into a month, and after a year of staying with Tony, the genius asked him to marry him.

That one decision to stay for just the night turned out to last for forty nine years. Forty nine years of laughter and smiles. Fighting and tears. Apologizing and working together to make things work. Forty nine years of love.

And at first Steve was worried that things might not work out with another version of himself floating around, but surprisingly that never became an issue. Because Thanos’s invasion never happened, there was never a reason for 2016 Steve to get back in contact with Tony. In fact, the man stayed on the sidelines for years. And it was strange, because each Steve knew about the other, and both kept their distance. Twenty years down the road, the Steve Rogers that was native to the timeline died. Killed while on some top secret mission. -- And Honestly, Steve Rogers never would have thought he would attend his own funeral, but he did. And it was weird. He vowed never to do that again.

Of Course when Steve agreed to marry Tony, he knew that he would outlive the man. They had talked about it quite frequently. Tony knew that it bothered Steve, but he wanted to make sure that Steve was okay with the idea. So they talked about it quite a bit over the years. And finally, after forty nine years, the day came.

“Darling,” Tony muttered weakly from his bed, his hand intertwined with Steve’s.

“Yes Tony?” Steve asked, his voice tender as he looked down at his husband with loving eyes.

“We really did make a great team, huh? You and me,” Tony said, a weak smile pulling at the corners of his wrinkled mouth.

“Yeah. We did,” Steve hummed, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of Tony’s hand.

“Now don’t get into any trouble when I’m gone, okay? I’ll haunt you If I hear you’re up to no good,” Tony warned, his voice still soft.

“Don’t worry. This old body can’t do much anymore,” Steve replied

“I know you Steven Stark-Rogers. If there is a will, there is a way for you to find trouble,” Tony joked. “Just be good, m’kay? Remember, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Steve said, a smile on his face. “Now get some rest okay? I’ll be here when you wake up,” Steve said, leaning forward and giving Tony a kiss on his forehead.

Tony never woke up.

----

Fifty years. It had been fifty years and finally, finally, Steve was returning the time stone. At first he was afraid that his one-hundred-forty-seven-year-old body would not be able to take the jump back in time, but he some now made it intact. The old man appeared on top of a building. It was some sort of rooftop garden, and a bald woman in yellow garb stood a few feet away from him, her arms crossed in front of her.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Rogers, you definitely took your sweet time getting back here, didn’t you,” the Ancient One said. Her tone was harsh, but she had a smile on her face and kindness in her eyes. “Did you have a good life?” she asked, walking closer to Steve as he held out the stone.

“It wasn’t good,” Steve said, shaking his head. “It was great.”

“It looks like it was,” She said, taking the time stone. “So what will you do now?” the woman asked.

“I’m not sure. I was thinking I would go back to my timeline. I have something to drop off,” The old man explained, holding up a large, Captain-America-Shield-Like object.

“Oh no Steve. I’m sorry, but with Thanos out of the picture and you holding onto the time stone, you’ve created an alternate timeline. I’m afraid there is no way for you get back to your original time.” The Ancient One explained. “At least, not by yourself,” she said as orange energy began to form around her hands.

---

“Hi Sam,” Steve spoke, turning to face his friend who stood off to the side. The two looked at each other for a moment before a smile spread across Sam’s face.

“So did something go wrong? Or did something go right?” The man asked. Steve sat there for a moment, contemplating his answer before answering.

��Well after I put the stones back I thought, maybe I’d try some of that life Tony was telling me to get.” Steve said, a crooked smile on his face.

“And how did that work out for you?”

“It was beautiful,” Steve said, his smile widening as he thought back on the last forty nine years.

“Well I’m happy for you, truly,” Sam said, his eyes soft.

“Thank you.”

“Only thing Bumming me out is I have to live in a world without Captain America,” the man confessed, his voice shaking slightly with the wave of emotion.

“Well,” Steve began, leaning over to grab the leather pouch that held a shield. “That reminds me,” he said as he began to unzip it, pulling down the cover to reveal a shield that was for Sam. A shield that looked exactly like an old on Steve had owned, but one that Tony had made specifically for Sam. The two stood in silence for a moment before Steve looked up at his friend. “Try it on,” He instructed.

Honestly, Sam was shocked, but all he could do was follow Steve’s instructions.

“How does it feel?” Steve asked, genuinely curious.

“Like it’s someone else's,” Sam admitted, to which Steve could only smile.

“It isn’t.”

“Thank you,” Sam said after a deep breath “I’ll do my best.” Steve only smiled wider as he leaned forward, giving Sam a firm handshake as he placed his other hand on top.

“That’s why it’s yours,” the elder man explained. Suddenly Sam’s eyes dropped down to the wedding band that Steve wore, and a broad smile broke out across his face.

“You want to tell me about her?” He asked, eyebrows raising up in excitement. And for a moment Steve contemplated telling Sam about everything he had been through. About how he had just spent a lifetime with the most wonderful man on the planet. But no. That was something special. Something just between him and Tony.

“No,” he said, that smile still on his face. “No I don’t think I will.”

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