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i’m missing ironstrange when all the fics were post infinity war or endgame fix it fics and i got tumblr for them and there was the tony stark dick post that broke my dash… the supreme family

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Sacrifices - Part 1

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Stephen gave up the time stone to save you & your son, but how can you possibly go on without him?

Warnings: Heavy angst & some smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - language, reference to injuries, death, mental illness, complicated feelings about cheating, general sadness, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

This piece may go through some small edits over time as I work on part 2. Some slight canon divergence. Based on a request from @magnificentfurybluebird. Not necessarily my best work, but I'm happy with it.

GIF by wetiredofthis

When the spacecraft landed at the compound, thanks to Carol, you all scrambled to see who or what it was. You prayed to every God you knew that Stephen was somehow, someway, on board. That he had come back to you. Knowing that Tony and Peter had been with him when that creature, that thing took him.

Your heart shattered even further when you saw Tony near death stumble out. No one else followed except for Nebula. You knew deep down Stephen wouldn't be there. You already knew he was gone. 

Nat and Steve were the ones who stayed outside with you as you sobbed and wailed. One hand on your pregnant belly, the other over your chest clutching at the cassum where your heart had once been. Nat rocking you back and forth, trying to calm you down and slow your breathing. Steve simply trying to keep you upright and holding your hair when your sobbing inevitably turned to dry heaving.

You don't remember how you got back inside. The next thing you remember was Tony having a little breakdown of his own. Understandably. You were swaddled in blankets staring blankly at the table. They had hooked both you and Tony up to IV drips. His anger didn't even phase you. Perhaps because it felt like an outlet for your own. 

You vaguely remember Tony saying that Stephen gave up the time stone when Thanos threatened your life and the life of your unborn child. Stephen's son. You had only found out you were having a little boy a few days before Bruce crashed through the Sanctum's ceiling. It went from being the best week of your life to being the worst week of your life.

He said that Thanos threatened to find and torture you in front of him if Stephen didn't surrender the stone. That for the first time during the fight, he saw fear on Stephen's face. He knew Thanos would keep his word. So he did what he had to to save you and your son. Not knowing or not caring that Thanos' snap may as well have blipped you, too. Tony said that the last words Stephen said were, "There was no other way."

You were sure part of your soul turned to ash at the same time Stephen did. Even though you were safely ensconced in the Wakandan palace, you still felt it as if you had seen it with your own eyes. It was like someone had reached into your chest and pulled out your heart. You had stayed near catatonic on the trip back to regroup at the compound with all of the heroes who remained. 

Since then, Nat had not let you out of her sight. Bruce and Steve were never far behind. Rhodey constantly brought you food and water, even though you refused to touch most of it. Pepper did what she could, but since Tony was in such bad shape, you couldn't blame her for focusing on him. Even Nebula and Rocket took turns sitting with you in those first few weeks.

You felt like a mental patient under constant observation for fear you would hurt yourself. Maybe that's what you were. Maybe that's why they didn't want to leave Tony and Thor alone for long either. Tony still had a long recovery ahead, and Thor already appeared to be spiraling into deep depression. 

For a long time, you refused to speak to Wong directly. It hurt too much. The first words you spoke to him were to tell him that you couldn't go back to the Sanctum. He understood what you couldn't say out loud, so he let you keep your distance. Telling you that all you had to evet so was call and he would be there. Guarding over the Sanctum and the home you and Stephen had been building together. Promising to leave everything untouched unless you said otherwise. 

For the next few months, the world around you felt like it was on fast forward. Perhaps it was just that you were moving in slow motion. You ate only when someone forced you to. Walked around the outside of the compound, but you had no interest in leaving the grounds. Preferring to spend most of your time curled up in bed, in the generic blank walled bedroom they gave you at the compound. You took care of yourself just enough to make sure your son would be born healthy, and he was. 

A thick head of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that matched Stephen's. You nearly gave him up for adoption because how could you care for and love this perfect little being when it hurt so badly to even just look at him? You couldn't though. You could never give up your one remaining tether to your husband. To Stephen. Instead, you sunk every ounce of energy you had into caring for him. 

Your perfect little Vincent. The only silver lining you could find in a world without the man you loved. The reason you made yourself keep going. His sweet little smile was what kept you alive.

One by one, the remaining Avengers and Guardians started to leave. Rhodey had to help keep the US government and military functioning. Ayo literally had a whole country to run. Carol, Nebula, and Rocket were busy trying to keep other planets from falling apart. Pepper and Tony pretty much dropped off the grid during Tony's recovery. Val took over the responsibilities of New Asgard as Thor continued his own struggles, taking his solace in food and alcohol. Bruce left to try and find a way to peacefully coexist with the big green guy. Wong fell into the role of Sorcerer Supreme, putting the Kamar-Taj and the rest of the mystical arts power structure back into a working order.

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Eventually it was basically just Nat, Steve, you, and little Vincent. Nat was absolutely smitten with your little man. Stealing him away any chance she got, and encouraging you to focus on yourself. That it would be better for both you and Vincent, who she had taken to calling Vinny, if you found ways to take care of yourself too. Both mentally and physically. 

To pacify her, you agreed. Starting small with things you always used to love. Taking nice long baths or showers. Indulging in body care and fragrances that didn't smell like a mix of baby powder and lavender. You started reading books again that didn't have pictures or a rhyme scheme to them. Quickly working through everything in the compound. 

Soon your favorite thing to do was to have Steve take you into the city to visit your favorite little used bookstore, which was luckily still there. You went with Nat a couple times too, but going with Steve always felt better. Something about the white noise of his bike mixed with the wind whipping past you or the soothing sounds of 40's music in his car. Showing him you favorite books and ones that you thought he needed to read. He was content to just quietly wander through the shelves with you, 

Nat was always trying to get you further out of your shell. Like you were her own little pet project. Trying to get you to go to lunch after or go shopping for clothes. She even pitched going lingerie shopping one day. You practically ran back to the compound on foot after that. You were nowhere near ready for that. To be or be seen as a sexual or sensual being again. To move on. Your heart still belonged to and longed for Stephen. Even after it had been years. You still wore your wedding rings for Christ sake.

At night, you still even dreamed of him. Almost every night, Stephen would find you. You didn't know where you were, but the landscape was barren and cold until Stephen would use his magic to cast an image of one of your favorite places. The park near the Sanctum or even the rooftop of the old building. The two of you reminiscing about the times you snuck up there to get away from everything, listening to the sounds of the city. A moment of fleeting happiness in those dreams only to wake up to the cold reality that he was gone and that you had to go on without him. You hated your own mind for torturing you with such vivid dreams.

That was another reason you liked being with Steve on your outings. He didn't treat you like just a mom, but he never pressured you to try to move on. He certainly hadn't either, despite what he told everyone else. You could see it in his eyes. You both simply chose to exist in that moment. No talk of the future or the past. Eventually, you two did start staying out together longer. Expanding your adventures to include things like walks in the park, museums, an occasional movie, and meals. 

It was even with Steve that you decided it was time to pick up some of your stuff from the Sanctum. You didn't get much. Some of the things you had bought for Vincent before he was born, some of your clothes and toiletries, and a few photos of you and Stephen that you wanted Vincent to have. You wanted him to know his father, even if you weren't ready to talk about him much. Other than say how much Stephen would have adored him.

By the time you left, you were shaking like a leaf, even though you ran out of tears to cry a long time ago. After piling everything into the trunk of his car, Steve assumed you would want to go right home. Instead, you wanted to get drunk, telling him to go to the little Mexican restaurant you two frequented. Taking your normal table in the corner of the patio. It was a great spot for people watching.

Luckily, Steve talked you into stopping after two margaritas and a shot of tequila. Also making sure you ate plenty to absorb the alcohol. You were actually feeling better by the time you went to leave. Still telling Steve to take the long way back to the compound. 

"Can I take you somewhere I really like to go? When I just want quiet or want to think?" 

"Sure, Steve. Quiet sounds nice. I love Vincent so much, but he reminds me so much of Stephen. I don't know that I'm quite ready for that. I'll just shoot Nat a text saying she's in charge of bedtime." 

You ended up parked out in the most beautiful field at the edge of an apple orchard. As soon as you got out of the car, the sweet scent of the ripening fruit enveloped you. Paired with the remaining heat from the sun sitting low on the horizon and the cool breeze slowly moving in, it felt perfect. It was breathtaking. 

Your breath hitched a little when Steve's hands found his way to your hips as he helped you climb up on the hood of the sports car. Finding yourself extra self-concious when you turned to get comfy and inevitably ended up with your ass in his face. Noticing the blush you both wore when he went around to the other side and effortlessly pulled himself up next to you. 

He quickly folded up his leather jacket to place under your head. Holding it in place until you were laid back and settled before following you and laying down beside you. His strong arm pressed against you, the warmth of his body radiating off of him. The scent from his jacket, the leather mixed with his cologne, filling your nostrils. Suddenly, you felt drunker on Steve than even the tequila had made you feel.

He noticed you shiver and the goosebumps forming on your arms. Without even thinking, he put one arm around you and pulled you so your head was resting on his shoulder. Moving his jacket so it draped over the two of you like a blanket. You fought the urge to bury your nose into his neck.

Had he always smelled so intoxicating? 

Suddenly, you were feeling things you hadn't felt in literal years. Your body felt nearly electric. Even on those nights when you couldn't sleep and tried to sate an itch that you wanted to deny still existed, or when you dreamed of the passion filled nights you spent with Stephen, it didn't feel like this. It didn't feel like hunger. Like you were starving only to be plopped down in front of a big juicy Thanksgiving feast. It was too much and nowhere near enough.

You felt Steve's heart start to race as his enhanced sense of smell began to pick up what was surely the scent of your growing arousal. As the sun sank lower in the sky and the sound of crickets grew louder, the tension between you continued to grow thicker.  In a moment of bravery, you let your hand come to rest on Steve's abdomen. He let his hand that was wrapped around you start drawing shapes on your hip. 

You both knew you had reached the point of no return when his movements caused the shirt you were wearing to rise, and his fingers finally made contact with your bare skin. Your head tilted upward against his jaw as a needy moan feel from your lips as they pressed gently against his neck. Your teasing breath illiciting a hungry growl from the captain.

Time seemed to slow as he tilted his head down and gazed into your eyes. Seeming to seek confirmation that this wasn't in his head or that you weren't just drunk beyond all reason. The haze of lust in your eyes pushed him to place his lips softly over yours. It was comforting and sweet, and oh so different from the way Stephen used to kiss you. 

That was the reason why you deepened the kiss. Letting your tongue lick across Steve's lips until he reflexively thrust his tongue into your mouth. For the first time since Stephen left, you weren't thinking about how his touch or his kiss used to feel. How much you missed everything about him. You were relishing in the unfamiliar. You stopped thinking and let yourself be taken.

Pulling Steve's large form on top of yours and spreading your legs so he could slot his hips between them. Arching your body up into his at the way his weight felt on top of you. It felt so good. You couldn't stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his legs and dragging your fingernails down his back until you got to his ass. Digging your fingers into his flesh and pulling his pelvis to grind against you.

The feel of his bulge grinding against you making you hungrier for him. You quickly reached up and moved to pull your shirt off. Finally getting your first good look at Steve's face after throwing your shirt to the side. Strands of his dark blonde hair falling forward into his now clouded blue eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips swollen. 

"God, you look so beautiful. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this. I like being with you. Are you sure you want this? I don't want to pressure you." 

It was sweet, and you were very happy that Steve cared about your feelings and your wants. You liked being with him, too. Right now, though, you didn't want to think. You just wanted to feel. You desperately wanted to feel something good. If that good feeling was having Captain America pound you stupid on the hood of his car, then so be it. You would deal with the consequences afterward.

You quickly began unbuttoning his shirt as you spoke. Looking into his pretty blue eyes only for a moment before focusing again in the expanse of his bare chest coming into view. All smooth skin and a few freckles against thick muscle. 

"Just don't talk, Steve, just touch me, please. I just need you to touch me and kiss me. Okay? Right now, I just need you to take off your pants. Talk later."

He hesitated for a minute, then gave in. Nodding quickly and whispering, "Okay. Okay." Moving to unbutton and unzip his own jeans before moving over to yours as you pushed his shirt back off of his strong shoulders. Dragging your nails back down his newly bare chest before reaching back and bracing yourself on the cool metal of the car hood to help him lift your hips so he could shimmy your own pants down. 

The heat of Steve's gaze ratcheting up even more now that you were down to just your bra and panties. You didn't feel self-conscious or focus on the flaws you always saw in the mirror. For the first time since Stephen, you felt beautiful in someone else's eyes. Steve was seeing you bor just as a mother. Not just as a friend, but as a woman.

Steve descended back on you with the same hunger you showed him. Quickly tearing apart the rest of your clothing and exposing your most intimate places. His eyes darkened and a deep groan came from his chest. Before either of you could speak you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him down to kiss you. Both of you letting yourself succumb to your desires. 

Your hands slowly moved to his hips, catching both his jeans and his boxer briefs and pushing them down in one go. Finally feeling Steve completely bare against you. Skin on skin. The weight of his big thick cock sliding against your wet cunt making you needy. 

You needed to feel him inside you. Needed to feel that delicious stretch. His fingers toying with your nipples already had you starting to tingle. It had been so long, and you didn't realize how much you missed being touched and kissed. How much you missed the feeling of being well fucked.

That's exactly what Steve Rogers made sure you were that night. Not stopping until he had made you cum at least 3 times before you went home to the compound. Of course you were so sensitive that he had you cumming with his first full thrust into you. 

By the time the sun was starting to rise, you and Steve had been at it for hours before finally succumbing to a few hours of sleep in each other's arms. Your alarm, thankfully, making sure you still woke up before Vincent. Until you figured out whether this was a one-time thing you didn't want to get him involved. As far as he needed to know, Uncle Steve was still just Uncle Steve. 

However, by the time the next evening rolled around, after showing Vincent all the photos and things you had picked up from the Sanctum, you hated yourself for what you had done. Even if he was gone, you still felt like you betrayed Stephen. So why did you want to do it again if you felt so terrible? Why was it all you could think of that night when you tried to sleep? Or what you found yourself daydreaming about it the shower?

You still loved Stephen with all of your heart and would give anything to have him back, but Steve had reawakened a part of you thought had died with Stephen. Up until that day, you had never even fantasized about anyone else. Just Stephen. It had been years since the blip. You had been pregnant when you lost Stephen. Now you had a dark-haired little toddler running around. He adored his Auntie Nat and Uncle Steve. He was happy even if he didn't have his real father. 

You wanted him to have a fully rounded life, and now that he was almost 5, it wouldn't hurt for him to have a father figure. To see his mother happy and loved. There would never be another Stephen, but maybe you could be happy with Steve. Stephen would want you to be happy, right? Maybe you could be a little family unit together. Even though your whole heart could never belong to Steve, you could give him part of it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.

You found yourself confiding in Nat. Needing to share the guilt you felt and hear everything you were thinking said out loud. Of course, you would take into account whatever advice she had to offer, but it was more that you desperately needed to share the thoughts that were eating at you. 

After spilling everything, you noticed her face was unchanged. Your brows furrowed as you saw the mischievous glint in her eyes and her biting at her bottom lip to keep from smiling. As you figured out exactly why she was holding back a grin, you buried your face in your hands. 

"Ugh… Steve already told you we slept together, didn't he?"

A snort came from the redhead, well half redhead half blonde. Already confirming your suspicions. 

"I caught him sneaking out of your bedroom the other day, and you know how terrible he is at lying. It wasn't exactly hard to connect the dots." 

Her smile faded when she saw the tears forming in your eyes. She came over to where you were sitting and pulled you into a tight hug. Starting to rock you back and forth when she heard your soft cries.

"I know how much you still love Stephen, and so does Steve. He's not expecting you to just forget about him. He knows how important he was to you. Stephen knew how much you loved him, and he would want you to feel love even without him. For yourself just as much as for Vincent. He wouldn't have sacrificed himself if he didn't. We all lost people, and we are all still hurting, but you deserve good things in your life. You deserve to feel happy and even find love again. Whether or not that is with Steve is between the two of you. You can't keep punishing yourself for what happened. None of us can. Maybe we all just need to finally move on. " 

You both sat in silence, holding each other close. Thanking the powers that be that even after losing the love of your life, you had found a best friend to help keep you sane. Both of you slowly sinking to the edge of sleep, drifting between the present world and the dreamworld where Stephen still visited you. Only for you to be snapped awake by the sound of knocking and a vaguely familiar voice. 

You cracked one eye open and found the security camera for the front door to be the cause of the disturbance. What you saw made your heart jump into your throat. Sticking his face right up into the camera was a man you knew only from his picture, the one that was displayed on the same board as Stephen's after the snap. It was the face of Scott Lang, who had supposedly been blipped 5 years ago along with the others. 

Without looking away from the screen you shook Nat awake. Sure that if you looked away from the screen he would disappear, either as a figment of your own imagination or a hallucination. You couldn't even form words to communicate properly until Nat realized what you were seeing. 

"Oh my god! Is that… Scott?"

"Nat, is that live? That's not video, right? How is that real?"

She bolted up from the couch and over to the monitors. Double checking the feed to make sure it was, in fact, live and that everything checked out. Making sure she followed all safety protocols before opening the door.

"I have no idea, but go get Steve, and you may want to put some coffee on. If this is real, it's gonna be a long night."

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Vincent loved having Scott there, and Scott was great with him. Showing him all sorts of card tricks and close-up magic. He was almost more goofy, big brother than anything. Even as the rest of the group started to trickle back into the compound, brought back together by Scott's time heist plan, Scott was still the cool one. With the exception of Rocket, because even close-up magic can't beat talking raccoon. 

You listened from the dining area at your son and his new friends gathered in the living room. All eyes on the toddler as he colored. Various coloring books and crayons scattered on the table being used by Scott, Rocket, Bruce, and Nebula. You and Steve were busy setting out plates and silverware while Nat and Clint had begun retrieving enough take out food to feed an army. Thor was asleep on the couch.

"Mommy says my daddy could do magic. He's not here to show me though, he disappeared with lots of other people. Maybe you and my uncle Wong could teach me how to do magic, and I can bring them all back? Then mommy won't be sad anymore." 

You could see Scott glance at you over Vincent's shoulder. Trying not to draw attention to the fact that he knew you were listening. The tears quickly blurred your vision before you moved to wipe them away. Scott didn't want to overstep his boundaries, not having known you or Vincent very long, but he knew he needed to say something to comfort the boy. He continued before Scott could say anything.

"I know mommy has me and Auntie Nat and Uncle Steve. She says her and Uncle Steve are special friends now, and sometimes he stays with her at night, but I know she still misses Daddy. Sometimes at night I hear her crying and it makes me sad that she's sad. I want to help make her feel better. Plus, I wanna meet Daddy. He sounds really cool." 

Well now that your son had outed you and Steve to all of the other Avengers in the room. You felt very much on display, like an exposed raw nerve. No one wanting to make eye contact with you except Steve and Nat. All feeling a little guilty at having left you knowing now that you still cried yourself to sleep most nights, at least the ones you weren't taking solace in Captain America's arms.

From the living room once more, you catch Scott trying to communicate silently with you. After some eyebrow wiggles and hand gestures, you figured out he wants to tell Vincent about the time heist plan. You assume not everything as Vincent is only 4, but just the fact that they have a plan to try. You figure what the hell, he's bound to notice all the commotion starting around the compoundanyways. 

Maybe it would be best to tell him, especially since it had already been decided the two of you would go to the Sanctum while the heist and ensuing fight was happening. It would be the safest place physically for you to be. Even if mentally, you weren't so sure. If it worked and Stephen did come back, you would have a lot less to explain. If it didn't work though, would your son's heart be broken just like yours? You weren't sure you could handle that.

After a few more seconds of thinking, you give Scott a little nod. Giving him the go-ahead to share the plan with Vincent. Who is he gonna tell anyway? 

"Can you keep a secret? It's an Avengers only secret. So if I tell you it means you're an official Avenger, okay? We have a plan to try and bring everyone back, but we need someone to make sure your mom stays safe while we do. So maybe we can put you in charge of protecting your mom for us? Nat says she's always getting into trouble, and we have to make sure to keep her safe for your dad. Plus, I wanna meet your dad too. He does sound cool. If he's anything like you, then he'll be really cool." 

"I've met him. Not that cool. Right Banner? Now, what's this you were saying about your mom and uncle Steve?" 

Tony Stark was always one to make an entrance, Rhodey not far behind him, and ultimately you were happy to have his sarcasm change the energy in the room back to a more playful one. Tony tilted his sunglasses down and gave your son a little 6 show him he was teasing. The same look he always gave Steve when he was giving him shit, which he had managed to do oh so quickly. Your son's giggle breaking the tense air around you as Tony clutched his chest and exaggeratedly gasped at the scandalous reveal.

You had to laugh at the way Steve rolled his eyes. You knew he wasn't one to kiss and tell, let alone when you were still another man's wife. Even if that other man had been blipped years ago by a mad titan. You weren't officially a thing, but you weren't not a thing either. Truthfully, you both had yet to figure out exactly what you were for each other.

You were surprised when you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked ovet to see Clint. A shell of who he had been. Deep black circles under his eyes, a mohawk, and a plethora of new tattoos. Having lost his wife and his kids you knew he had struggled to make it this far. He offered you a tight lipped half smile. A smile that said I know your pain, and in the case you knew that he really did know.

"I know it's not exactly the same, but speaking as someone who also lost a spouse you still seem to handling it much better than me. I know everyone lost people, but you really got a raw deal. You're doing a great job, mom."

You hadn't realized Nebula had left the living room until she chimed in as well. Her monotone voice doing nothing to hide her feelings as she spoke. 

"He is right. You are a good mother. Even if his father is dead. He is happy and loved. That's all I ever wanted… to be loved." 

You knew she meant it nicer than it sounded. She was just very blunt. You wanted to say something back to her. To tell her that she is loved. You wanted to hug her, but knew that probably wasn't the best thing. Instead settling for reaching out to put your hand on hers as she went to grab a plate. Her breath hitching and her body jumping lightly at even that friendly gesture.  

You squeezed her hand in yours and gave her a little smile and a nod whispering a silent thank you. Letting go before she had the chance to return the nod, not wanting to pressure her into responding further. Your smile growing when a soft "You are welcome" fell from her lips. Excusing yourself so you could go get Vincent as well as wake up Thor, and she could start plating her food. 

After everyone got their food and the plotting of how and where to find all the infinity stones began, you and Vincent began planning for your own adventure. Packing all that you would need for an extended stay at the Sanctum. Making sure you had everything important accounted for. The time heist and potential following battle could go any number of ways, you and Vincent had to be prepared for anything. No matter what happened.

So you packed your belongings and started the process of moving yourselves back to the place that for years had been your home. The Sanctum Sanctorum. Now, it just felt haunted and empty. Moving yourself and Vincent into new bedrooms and not daring to even open the door to the master bedroom you and Stephen once shared. 

Vincent was enjoying helping build the time machine however he could. Even just carrying tools or supervising. The time passed quicker than you would have hoped, and before long, the big day was staring down at you. Wong had made sure you were all settled in by then.

You and Steve had spent what, if all went according to plan, would be your final night together. He promised you that they would succeed, whatever it took. They would set the world right. That they would do it for you and for Vincent. 

It would be your job to throw the switches and start the time machine that would scatter the Avengers throughout time and across all corners of the universe. Then Wong would take you and Vincent to the Sanctum before leaving to gather the forces of the Kamar-Taj and the other Sanctums. 

One by one all of them gave Vincent a high five, a fist bump, or a hug as they climbed up onto the platform. Nat was the last one up, other than Bruce who checked all the settings one last time. 

You noticed an odd look in her eyes as she hugged you so tight you could hardly breathe. From the corner of your eye, you saw her slip two sealed envelopes into Vincent's Captain America backpack. Kneeling down at eye level and making him promise to keep you safe. Telling him how proud she was of him before kissing the top of his head and joining the others.

After Steve finished his signature Captain America speech, you told Vincent to go stand back on the other side of the room with Wong. To make sure if anything went wrong, he would be protected. Starting your countdown once he was at a safe distance. 

"Three… two… one… God speed."

As soon as the shockwave had cleared and all of them had disappeared, you checked the machine's settings against the paper Bruce and Scott had given you. Making sure everything looked stable and the platform was ready for their return. Starting the countdown clock ticking. It should only be five minutes in your time before they all returned.

Wong had already opened the portal to the Sanctum and sent Vincent through as you looked around at the Avengers compound one more time. On some level you knew that it was the last time you would see it. You didn't know what was coming next, but you knew there was no turning back now. 

And so you stepped through the gold glimmering portal into the grand foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Once again your home. For better or for worse. Giving Wong a hug and a thank you before sending him off to ready the other sorcerers for battle. 

For now, your job was just to take care of your son. The only job you had really cared about for the last five years. Taking his small hand in yours and leading him into the dining room. While the others searched for the stones that could bring your husband back, dinner was the top priority on your list. For Vincent, you had to keep up a semblance of normalcy, even if every fiber in your body felt like it wanted to go hide under the bed.

All you could do was wait and hope…

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[irondadfics]

Hello. It's me again always losing fics. I've been now looking for a story setting post-infinity, during those 5 years. Tony get a strange visitor by an old man. Later Tony find out that it was Peter. But Peter goes by the namw Mr. Jones, I think. Please & thank you!

Could this your fic?

#found fic #Post infinity war #time travel

[kneecap-assassin]

Hi, I'm looking for assistance finding a lost fanfiction. Any help would be appreciated while I remember the plot, I can't remember title and author. MCU Peter Parker.

- What if the other half dusted.

- Tony, May, Pepper dusted, Peter Orphaned again.

- Everyone in Tony's will was Dusted besides Harley Keener making Peter the sole Inheritor of SI.

- Peter basically kicks Fury out of the Compound

- Peter saves Wanda from Westview

- Nebula and Wanda become scary older sisters.

- Peter reveals he's spiderman

- Peter PROMISES to bring the dusted back and does so in 3 years.

- Fast tracks High School and College.

- Uses Stone particles and regrows them??

- Peter puts together the Next Gen Avengers (Harley, Shuri?, Kate, Yelena...)

- Completed Fic

- possibly AO3 or Fanfiction.net

Any help would be appreciated cause this is driving crazy not being able to find it!

#fanfiction #spiderman #tom holland #peter parker #peter survives the blip #post infinity war #lost fanfiction #find fanfic #ao3fic #mcu spiderman #tony stark #iron dad #irondad and spiderson

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Burning House (Strange x Reader)

Burning House (Rated T)

Request: YES (for Anon -- angst to fluff)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k+ (yep, it's a long one, folks)

Warnings: Angst, swearing

Summary: Based off of "Burning House" by Cam. It's been five years since Stephen vanished in the Blip. Five years since he said he loved you, but you ignored him. It's a mistake that continues to haunt you. What happens when you receive an unexpected visitor at the door one day?

I had a dream about a burning house

You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out

The first thing you could hear was the sound of Stephen’s voice calling out your name. Only it didn’t sound like it usually did. It sounded strained and hoarse. He wasn’t gentle as he usually was, either. You had never heard him sound like this before. Usually your boyfriend was so confident and ready to save the day every time. Maybe he didn’t typically have a full plan by the time he needed to act, but he did whatever it took to make sure the job was done. Now, you could detect a layer of panic laced within his calls. 

You attempted to open your mouth to shout, but your throat was prickly and tongue thick with mucus. The only sound to escape you was a series of dry coughs. Even your eyes weren’t much help. There was a dark haze covering your lids. Wherever you were, you had fooled your brain into thinking that they were permanently shut. You could, however, still make out sparse patches of light. A wave of heat washed over you as another coughing fit wracked your body. The smell of burnt and dry skin filled your nostrils, another unrecognisable scent making no real attempt to mask it. Everything in your body was starting to ache and you weren’t sure if you would even be able to move. 

There was no sign of Stephen other than his voice faintly calling your name. In between his beckons, you could pick up on a nearby staticky sound; pops and crackles filled your ears. It almost sounded like paper as it was crumpled into a ball. Just like. . .

“Oh my god,” you nearly screamed as you scrambled to rub your eyes through the pain. You knew where you were now. The night before, you and Stephen had decided to spend time in the library studying from some of the ancient texts. You must have fallen asleep by the candlelight, which caused a fire to spread throughout the room. A room once filled with knowledge was now filled with ruin. Everywhere you looked, there were leather bound books set ablaze, encompassed in dancing red and orange flames. You couldn’t find Stephen anywhere. The smoke was quickly filling the room, your vision becoming cloudy from the grey clouds. 

As you stumbled through the infernal room, you used Stephen’s name as a mantra. It was a reminder of what you needed to find. It also helped you remember that you were alive. “Stephen,” you called as you attempted to ignore the excruciating pain stemming from your leg. While in the process of getting up, you had tripped into a splintered bookshelf and pierced through the skin. You couldn’t focus on that now, though. Your concern was on one thing and one thing alone: Stephen’s safety. As you continued your trek, it took you a few moments to finally locate the missing Sorcerer Supreme.   

I lay beside you and pulled you close

And the two of us went up in smoke 

He was hard to see at first. Covered by debris, Stephen’s face was coated with blood from where he had been burned. His leg was caught under a shelf and you were pretty sure it wasn’t quite meant to bend out like that. 

“Get me out of here,” he begged, lips twitching into a tight scowl. His breathing was shallow but rapid. It killed you to see him in so much pain. “You have to get me out of here.”

“I- I can’t,” you stuttered. “If I try to move that beam, you- you won’t make it.”

“I’m a doctor and a sorcerer.” Stephen tried to squirm out from under the shelf. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he fell back onto the ground. “I think I am more than capable of taking care of my leg.”

“That’s right, you’re a doctor. You can’t tell me you don’t see what I do.”

Your boyfriend went silent. There was a loud crack! as a beam in the ceiling was a glorious dinner for the hungry flames. “You need to go,” his pleas were barely above a whisper, but he knew you could hear him. 

“No.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to listen to him. There was a part of you that wanted to grab your sling ring and go find help. Maybe you could have saved him. Yet here you were in the library, frozen in place with a death stare on your boyfriend. “I won’t leave you.” 

“I can’t let you do that-”

Without another word, you launched yourself over his trapped form. Your eyes shut tightly as you clung to his ripped robes. Stephen’s heart was racing as he tried to push you away. His desperate pleas for you to run fell on deaf ears. You had made your decision and you weren’t going to back down.

Love isn't all that it seems

I did you wrong

“I’m not leaving you again,” you muttered as the flames began to swallow the two of you up. “I’m not leaving. . .

“I’m not making that mistake ever again.”

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I'll stay here with you

Until this dream is gone

You shot up in your bed, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. For the last five years, you’ve been having the same dream. Sometimes the scene would switch up. Stephen would scream at you before you met your fiery end. Other times, he would hold you and mumble how you were insane for staying.

You couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped from your lips. Even though the dream wasn’t a new occurrence, you could never stop the feeling of total sadness that never failed to wash over you. Stephen had been gone for five years now and that final conversation continued to haunt you every day. 

The last conversation you had with Stephen wasn’t a good one by any means. He would always badger you about your reckless behaviours, saying one day your actions could get you killed. You would always brush off his warnings. When you had begun offering your assistance to the world’s great defenders as merely an apprentice, your master was none too pleased. Being a defender of reality had a large cost – you knew that the minute you joined the Avengers. There was a risk of never coming back home with every battle, surveillance mission- hell, even training session- you took on. You knew that, as did Stephen. 

When Thanos began his infiltration on Earth, you couldn’t just stand back and watch everyone else take on the fight. You were quick to follow the Sorcerer Supreme and Wong out into the streets, doing whatever you could to protect the sacred Time Stone. Stephen had scolded you for your recklessness, claiming you weren’t ready to take on such a threat. You still wouldn’t listen. You told him you weren’t a child and continued to pursue the battle. Calling upon your training from Stephen and the Ancient One, you were pleased to see you had generated some resistance for Squidward and Easter Island. However, that all changed the moment you were flung across the street and Stephen was slammed into the exterior of a building. 

“Your powers are quaint,” Maw crooned as he piled bricks over your master’s body. “You must be popular with the children.” His hand reached for the Eye of Agamotto, which proved to be a painful mistake. You watched with a grin as the artefact burned into his palm. Stephen thought ahead, like always. 

“It’s a simple spell but quite unbreakable,” you called from your position against a nearby car. It was hard to breathe as you clutched at your side. The impact of your body hitting the steel and fibreglass exterior must have broken a few ribs, at the very least, but there was no time to wallow in the pain. 

“Then I’ll take it off his corpse.” Without another word, Stephen was flung from the siding and rolled across the blacktop toward your side. 

“Are you okay?” your master gave you a once over before returning to his battle stance. “You’re injured.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you assured him. That’s when you noticed the silver bands snaking their way around Stephen’s wrists. “Ste-” You had tried to warn him, but it was too late. By the time the first syllable escaped your lips, the bands already cut off his oxygen and caused his eyes to roll back into his head. 

“NO!” you screamed as Stephen fell onto the ground. Your hands flung out to cast the Protection Spell of Parethis, hoping to provide some form of support for your mentor. The ground around you began to splinter as Maw lifted the asphalt and headed toward his ship. Both the Cloak of Levitation and Peter Parker attempted to help you in your quest to save Stephen. In the end, he was taken onto the foreign transportation vessel – with you and Peter right behind. 

Little did you know that the decisions to follow would be the beginning of the end. 

To say Stephen was annoyed would be an understatement. He was livid to see you approach him behind the Cloak when he finally came to. “What the hell were you thinking?” he just about shouted after you sent Maw into the depths of space. “Your abilities aren’t fully developed. You were injured. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you? Can’t you do anything right?!”

His words hurt worse than the excruciating sting of your cracked ribs. Ever since you arrived at the Sanctum, you had always looked up to Stephen- both literally and metaphorically. The six-foot-tall sorcerer was your inspiration. He went from being on the bottom after his car accident to transforming into the Sorcerer Supreme. You thought your relationship was at least amicable. Yet here he was, making you feel utterly insignificant. 

“Well, so sorry that I actually cared about what happened to your arrogant ass, Mr. Perfect!” you retorted, not even caring about the concerned glances from Tony and Peter. 

“Careful, Pete,” you could have sworn you heard Tony mutter. “Mom and Dad are fighting.”

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it,” Stephen said, clearly aggravated. “You just don’t have enough experience to be able to do something as challenging and complicated as this. I don’t want to see you-”

“See me what? Be weak? Pathetic? Inadequate?” You shook your head and tossed your hands in the air. “God, everything I’ve done during my training… I thought I was impressing you. You just want to treat me as a child. I thought you actually cared about building me up, not tearing me down.”

“I didn’t want to see you hurt,” he finished. “I do care-”

“Really? Because this sure is a shitty way to show how much you care-”

“Well, so sorry I love you,” The recycled air in the spaceship grew silent. You could almost hear the sound of a nearby star going into a supernova state in the atmosphere. Stephen’s blue-green eyes searched your gaze as the words left his lips. You almost wanted to laugh at how serious he seemed. It had to be a joke, right? He just insulted your skills and suddenly professed his undying love?  

“Then I’m so sorry that I don’t love you.”

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I've been sleepwalking

Been wandering all night

Tryna take what's lost and broke

And make it right

You never had the chance to truly talk to Stephen after the argument. The alien ship you had previously hijacked was attacked shortly after by…other aliens? Well, more like two aliens and an 80’s-musical obsessed human hybrid. It was at that moment you realised there would be no going home. At least, not until you put an end to the Mad Titan’s plan. 

Stephen had tried to talk to you several times before the battle, but you didn’t want to hear it. Even when he ran through millions of possible futures, you barely flashed concern for him. You had thrown yourself into the mission, waiting patiently for Thanos to arrive. In your mind, if the odds were fourteen million to one, you’d rather go down fighting for your world than wallow in emotion.

How you regretted it. 

Once Thanos left after taking the Time Stone, you knew something wasn’t right. It had been too quiet. Your ragtag team of heroes were all injured. Nobody felt much like talking after what seemed to be a defeat. As you helped Tony tend to his stab wound, you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Uh, excuse me,” Peter’s voice stumbled out your name. “I think maybe you should go over there and talk to Mister Strange. He doesn’t seem like he’s really…okay…”

“The kid’s right,” Tony winced as he shifted to stand back up. “Go talk to the doc. We’ll take it from here. See if we can find a way to round up the space idiots and head back.”

Risking a glance over at Stephen, your heart almost broke at the sight. He was altering his gaze between you and the debris-littered ground of Titan. The way he bounced on the balls of his feet indicated that he was impatiently waiting for you to approach him. He clearly had something to say. 

Yet you still didn’t want to hear it. Instead, you made the choice to look for your missing sling rings. Somehow you had lost the artefacts during the long-winded battle. Looking back, you recognized just how selfish you were. You didn’t want to face your feelings; the conversation you knew that Stephen wanted to have with you was one you had been dreading. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for him. You just didn’t want to set yourself up to be torn down by him for doing something you knew would end up protecting the both of you. 

Stephen hadn’t bothered to interrupt your search. He respected your privacy, which was something you were grateful for at that moment. You both knew what had occurred crossed some sort of unspoken line, but you weren’t sure how to take a step back. So you focused your energies on something equally important: saving the world. When your short search caused you to come up empty handed, you made the trek back to the group. The minute you reached Tony, your stomach dropped to the floor as Quill and his alien crew had faded out of existence. 

 “Tony, what’s happening?” you could barely get the words out, unable to comprehend the current events. “Where- where’s Stephen?”

Turning around just in time, you heard the Sorcerer Supreme softly call your name. His eyes locked onto yours. They softened with his sad smile. “There was no other way,” he whispered. “We’re in the endgame now.” 

Then you watched the form of your friend and mentor begin to flake into the atmosphere. Like so many others, he had disappeared without a trace. 

And he had left you all alone.  

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“We can get them back.”

You shifted your weight from one foot to another. The brisk spring air sent a chill down the back of your shirt – a robin’s egg blue Columbia hoodie you had found stashed in the Sanctum. You pulled it closer in an attempt to both warm you up and provide a secure hiding spot. “No.”

“No?” the super soldier towering over you gave a deep frown. Steve glanced over to Natasha, who merely shrugged. You hadn’t seen the two of them in years, not since your return back to Earth in 2019...not since Thanos destroyed the stones and your last chance of getting everyone back. Much like yourself, the stress of the Blip had taken its toll on the founding members of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. “What do you mean no? You haven’t ever heard us out!”

“I don’t need to hear you out, Rogers. Whatever plan you think you might have won’t work.”

Steve’s frown only deepened as he took a step closer into the doorway of your flat. “You’re telling me that you don’t find it the least bit odd that Strange gave up the Time Stone-”

 “Stephen gave up the Time Stone to save Stark’s life,” you interrupted. “That’s what we were trained to do, both as sorcerers and doctors. We were destined to lose to him. Fourteen million to one we would fail and guess what, Steve? We did. We have. They’re gone.” Tears threatened to fall against your cheeks and you fought the urge to wipe them away. “They’re gone and we can’t get them back.”

“He wants to come back,” Natasha’s voice was so quiet, you almost would have missed it. “Stephen wouldn’t have left you if he didn’t think he couldn’t come back.”

That was the last straw. You couldn’t stop the flow of the tears as they streamed down your cheeks. The taste of salt stung at your lips and tongue as you gasped for air between sobs. “He wouldn’t want to come back. Not to me.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Not after what I said.” 

Your last conversation with Stephen played through your mind with every free moment you had. It hadn’t taken long since you returned home to realise your mistake. The absence of Stephen in the Sanctum had generated an emptiness in your heart. Suddenly, he wasn’t there to train with or discuss the best music to listen to during surgeries. You were surprised to learn you missed his constant nagging and over-protectiveness when you did something particularly reckless. You missed his elusive smile. You missed the faint hums he would do under his breath while studying in the library. Hell, you just missed him. Without even realising it, you had fallen in love with the Sorcerer Supreme. You had just been too late to claim your happy ending.   

You had tried to distract yourself by taking on menial tasks around the Sanctum, taking on an additional shift at the hospital – anything that could take your mind off of Stephen. It was never enough. Even when you decided to start over in a flat in downtown London, you still couldn’t escape the thought of him. He consumed your thoughts during the day and haunted your dreams at night.  

You couldn’t go back to that life knowing he wouldn’t be there. It didn’t faze you if others saw that as weak. You had a right to grieve, to start over. Why couldn’t anyone accept it? “I’m sorry,” you spoke softly, fingers toying with the strings of the hoodie, “but I can’t. It’s too much. Please, just…just go?” 

As soon as you closed the door on the hopeful Avengers, you slid down to the ground to cry. You didn’t want to leave them alone, especially not after what you had all gone through together. It was selfish on your part. Everyone had been affected by the Blip, not just you. The Avengers welcomed you into their family and in their hour of need, you had just let them down. And it was all because you couldn’t come to terms with your own grief. 

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I see you at a party and you look the same

The knock at your door later that day wasn’t entirely surprising. You had figured that it would be Natasha or Steve coming back to see if you had changed your mind (which you hadn’t). However, when you finally made your way to turn the knob, you received the shock of your life: you found yourself staring into a pair of blue-green eyes that you never thought you would see again. Stephen Strange was standing at your doorstep in the flesh, just as you remembered him. He hadn’t aged a day. There were a few cuts on his face, some with fresh trails of blood coming down his cheek.  

“How- how did you-” You weren’t sure where that sentence was going. How did he find you? How did he disappear? How did he come back? Your mind was running a hundred miles a minute and you could feel it short circuiting.  

“Wong told me I’d find you here,” he said, clearing his throat. His eyes searched your face, as though he was trying to gauge your reaction. Stephen gestured loosely to the hallway behind you. “Uh, it’s nice.” 

You mumbled a thank you before stepping against the wall. “Would you want to come in?”

Wish that we could go back in time

I'd be the one you thought you'd find  

To say it was awkward would be an understatement. Stephen’s blue robes and jittery Cloak of Levitation looked incredibly out of place in your modern minimalist flat. You put a kettle on and poured out two cups of tea with a touch of honey – just as Stephen liked it. As the two of you sat in awkward silence, you couldn’t help but steal a glance toward the sorcerer across from you. 

“You have questions,” he remarked before taking a sip.   

The questions flooded your mind. Why did you leave? Why did you say you loved me? Why did you come back? “One or two,” you murmured before taking a sip of your own.

Stephen gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement before the awkward silence returned. Even with him sitting right in front of you, it still didn’t feel real. You half expected to be dreaming. Surely the flat would explode into flames at any moment and you’d wake up in your bed, alone. It didn’t happen, though. You blinked a few times and he was still there. Sipping his tea. Staring up at you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s not an illusion,” he promised, almost as if sensing your thoughts. He held out his arm, hand still shaking as it always used to. “Go ahead.”

“What are we, seven?” you teased. “I’m not going to pinch you.” Another sip of tea and you glanced out the window before clearing your throat. “I’m surprised you decided to come here.”

Your statement took Stephen by surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because...of what happened last time we saw each other?”

“Oh.” Stephen’s eyes widened in recognition. “Oh. Right. I’m surprised you still remember that, since it’s been-“

“Five years, two weeks, and two days.” You mentally cursed yourself for showing your hand. Now he knew how often you thought about it. Mistakes always haunted you. You never liked knowing you failed. Not recognizing your feelings for Stephen sooner was one of those mistakes.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally.

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I said, ‘I’m sorry,’” Stephen took another sip of tea. “What I said to you. It was wrong. You...you just wanted to protect me. I...was too hard on you. I’ve always been.

“I just didn’t want to see you get hurt. The minute we met, I knew you were different. You have a potential, you can use your power for so much more. But you held back. You wanted to help people so much, you dove right in headfirst without wanting to continue your studies. I loved you too much to see you get hurt,” he paused to take a breath. “I guess I just didn’t realise you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I do.”

There was a crash as Stephen’s teacup fell to the ground. You watched as it shattered into a handful of pieces and sent tea spilling into your favourite rug. “I’m so sorry,” he apologised profusely. “I didn’t mean to- what did you just say?”

You could feel the blush creeping up your neck as you spoke. “I do feel the same way.” It was weird to hear the admission out loud. You had never really told anyone how you had felt about Stephen before, besides Natasha, the one and only person that allowed you to vent through sobs on many a late night at the Avengers compound. “I think I’ve always loved you, Stephen. It just…took me a while to understand it. When you were gone, I realised how much of an impact you had on my life. You’re cocky, arrogant, and stubborn as hell. You also just spilled tea on my favourite rug ten minutes after coming back from the dead…but damn it, Stephen Strange, I’m in love with you.”

Your heart swelled as a grin stretched across his face. “Not to sound cocky,” he said as he stood up in an attempt to be closer to you, “but it’s about time.” 

When you lifted your eyebrow at the sorcerer questioningly, Stephen gave an embarrassed shrug. “The outcome of our battle with Thanos may not have been the only thing I looked for with the Time Stone.”

A disbelieving scoff escaped your lips as you left a resounding smack against his arm. “Stephen Strange!” you playfully scolded. “Wong told you to never use the Time Stone to look into the future unless it was absolutely necessary!”

“It was! I had to make sure we were going to be okay after I screwed things up.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t screw anything up, Stephen.”

“I ruined your favourite rug.” His gaze dropped to the floor where the tea was threatening to stain the pattern. 

“I can buy a new rug,” you assured him as you got up to meet his stance. “But if you really want to make it up to me, there is something you can do.”

“Oh?” Stephen’s lips quirked into a smirk. “And what might that be?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation as you stood onto your toes to connect your lips. It wasn’t anything heated; in fact, it was rather delicate. The two of you delicately navigated through the new territory with ease.

"I'm still buying you a new rug," Stephen said before you pulled him into another kiss.

This one didn’t last for too long, but it helped to fully break the silence. Everything the two of you wanted to say but couldn’t was quickly translated. There were no more secrets and you finally got what you wanted in the end.

The nightmare was over. There would be no more fires, no more tears. Stephen was back and you could finally tell him how you felt. Maybe there would be a future for you both, a happy one you undoubtedly deserved. For the first time in five years, you could go to bed and know you’d sleep soundly because the minute you woke up, you wouldn’t be alone anymore. 

Love isn't all that it seems

I may have done you wrong

But I'll stay here with you

'Til this dream is gone

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Author's Note: Well, lovely Anon, I hope I did your request justice. This took me quite a long time to get just right, but after I read your request, I heard this song and just knew it would be perfect for it. Once I got started...well, you can see the story took on a bit of a mind of its own. Hope you don't mind the length (:

In other news, I still have 5 days until I get to see Doctor Strange 2 (Multiverse of Madness) and I cannot wait. It's the first time I've really ventured out to the theaters to see a film, so it was fitting that Benedict's film would be the one I saw (his works really got me through the last two years!). As always, leave a like, a comment, a cheeky reblog...and maybe even a request, granted the request post is marked open. It really helps me out and gives me ideas for new fics to try. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!

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[janeykath318]

Shieldshock: Make It Better

Darcy stood in front of the imposing doors to the Avengers facility, trying to calm her nerves and put her thoughts into words. She just hoped she could keep it together and he would understand.

“Hey, Steve, if you’re in there and watching, It’s me, Darcy. We need to talk.”

Nothing happened. She sighed and tried again.

“Okay, I know you probably hate me and after everything, that’s totally understandable, but I really, really, need some friendly faces right now. My mom and Jane got Snapped and I had a huge fight with Tony. I found out what happened.”

Her voice was starting to tremble. “I’ll appeal to Natasha as well. Remember we’re bros, Nat.”

She flashed a wobbly wave and smile at the security camera.

“I brought baked goods.”

The door swung open and there stood her ex-boyfriend, Steve Rogers, wearing a plaid shirt that begged for mercy and a very wary expression on his face. It had been almost five years since she’d seen him and she was struck by how many more lines creased his face and the tired look in his blue eyes, which looked sad the more they looked at her.

A twinge of pain and remorse pierced her heart as she knew she’d been responsible for some of that sadness. Her eyes welled up.

“Steve….” she whispered.

“Come inside, Darcy,” he gently directed her. “Let’s get away from prying eyes.”

She was led to a cozy lounge area, and greeted warmly by Natasha.

“Darcy, I am very sorry to hear about Dr. Foster and your mother. How are you?”

She smiled wanly back. “I managed to hold it together long enough to finish my astrophysics degree, but the rest of my life is in shambles. I was so sorry to hear about…..well, you know who.”

She thought the mention of Bucky would be a very sore subject for both Steve and Nat.

Nat’s face showed an echo of the pain etched on Steve’s, though she covered it quickly.

“Your sympathy is appreciated, Darcy, But I will catch up with you later. You two need to talk.”

She shot a glance at Steve, plucked the bag of muffins from Darcy��s hand, and disappeared.

Steve shuffled his feet, staring at the floor for a long moment before sighing.

“We’d better sit down.”

Having sat down on opposite couches with a coffee table in between, Darcy found herself aching for the days when they’d cuddle together and she’d usually wind up in his lap, kissing like there was no tomorrow. The silence started to get very awkward before she found her courage to speak.

“First of all, I’m so sorry Steve. I said really mean things to you that were completely unfair. Tony admitted he greatly embellished the truth in hopes I’d dump you. He wanted to punish you after the whole fiasco with Bucky, make you hurt more, I guess.”

“Well, he certainly succeeded,” Steve said hollowly. “I keep reliving that fight in my head over and over. I should have told him sooner.”

“I’m sorry I believed him over you. I should have known better. You better believe me I told him off for that. I don’t think I’ve been so angry in a long time. He cost me the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She couldn’t keep the tears back any more, and they started running down her face in streams.

In a moment, Steve was sitting beside her and had pulled her against him, rubbing her back in the calming way he used to.

“I’m so tired of soldiering on, pretending everything’s okay when it’s not,” she whispered. “It feels like I’ve lost everyone.”

“I know,” Steve agreed, sounding as ragged as she felt. “But there’s a few of us left here and you’re welcome to hole up with us like in the old tower days. Some days, it’s just the comfortable companionship of being miserable together, no judgment.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him.

“I’ll take that over being around my bio dad. I can’t look him in the face after what he did.”

“Hurt people hurt people,” Steve reminded her.

“Yeah, but you were in an impossible situation to begin with. He hasn’t dealt with his Howard issues at all, and refuses to acknowledge that Bucky was a victim in all of this as well. I straight up told him I was going back to you and not to call me unless he was ready to make things right.”

“I bet you used a lot more colorful language, though,” Steve said, a tiny smile appearing.

She shrugged. “You know me too well, Steve-o.”

Darcy turned to face him.

“Can you forgive me, Steve? I know it’s been a long time and all and I will totally not blame you if you don’t, but…….I love you, and I’m sorry.”

Steve’s eyes filled up with tears and he took her face in his big hands, looking at her with that same love she’d seen many times before.

“The day I don’t forgive you is the day I die, Dr. Darcy Lewis,” he whispered huskily. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

The kiss he gave her decisively backed up his words.

#shieldshock #darcy lewis #steve rogers #here’s a palate cleanser from all the fluff i’ve been churning out #angst with a happy ending #post infinity war

[greyinthecolorprism]

The Meeting

"I'm trying but I keep falling down, I cry out but nothing comes now. I'm giving my all and I know peace will come, I never wanted to need someone." - Helium (Sia)

Part 1: Sketch: Commission for @darsynia of a chapter to her story about Tony and an OC named Leigh. This piece has been an emotional roller coaster for me since I started it. I enjoyed her description of the situation and the details of Leigh, who I can honestly say I would probably get along well with since I too am from the south. I had a really good time working on this sketch and she was a doll to work with. Half-way through it however, I realized something that made me have to walk away from it. This is the second time I've drawn Tony in a picture I've done for someone else, yet I have yet to venture into drawing him in a picture for myself. I guess…I got a little jealous, heh. I knew that if I tried to work on it like that, it would interfere with how it came out, so I decided that I should take @strangelockd's advice and walk away for a break. And something amazing happened. As I was eating a light dinner - because like @stewardofningishzida, I forget my own health when I work - I decided to sit down on the couch and turn on the tv. Of ALL the things that could have been on in that exact moment, as I was taking a bite of my food, I hear "Yeah? So how did you fix the ice problem?" and I nearly choked on my food. The ORIGINAL Iron Man was on. I sat there, stunned and watched the last fifteen minutes of the movie as I ate my dinner. When Tony said, "I am Iron Man", it felt like I could remember that no matter what, he's still my hero too. I felt like he knew I needed to be reminded of that. So, once I was done with my dinner, I came back in here and finished up the sketch and put some minor background colors in. I'm currently working on the lineart and will have it up tonight. It was meant to go out yesterday, but I fell asleep on my keyboard lol.

✨This is a blog transfer! You've been tagged because you liked this on my main blog! I apologize for the inconvenience. ✨

@darsynia @sobeautifullyobsessed @fanartka @harlekin6 @icytrickster17 @stewardofningishzida @cirocity @mrs-cookie @foxssketching @ronearoundblindly

#commission #my art #mutual's story art #tony stark #iron man #post infinity war #original female character #leigh #darsynia #tony stark fanart #Spotify

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

But Even Superwoman Sometimes Needed Superman's Soul

"I'm trying but I keep falling down, I cry out but nothing comes now. I'm giving my all and I know peace will come, I never wanted to need someone." - Helium (Sia)

Part 1: Sketch: Commission for @darsynia of a chapter to her story about Tony and an OC named Leigh. This piece has been an emotional roller coaster for me since I started it. I enjoyed her description of the situation and the details of Leigh, who I can honestly say I would probably get along well with since I too am from the south. I had a really good time working on this sketch and she was a doll to work with. Half-way through it however, I realized something that made me have to walk away from it. This is the second time I've drawn Tony in a picture I've done for someone else, yet I have yet to venture into drawing him in a picture for myself. I guess...I got a little jealous, heh. I knew that if I tried to work on it like that, it would interfere with how it came out, so I decided that I should take @strangelockd's advice and walk away for a break. And something amazing happened. As I was eating a light dinner - because like @stewardofningishzida, I forget my own health when I work - I decided to sit down on the couch and turn on the tv. Of ALL the things that could have been on in that exact moment, as I was taking a bite of my food, I hear "Yeah? So how did you fix the ice problem?" and I nearly choked on my food. The ORIGINAL Iron Man was on. I sat there, stunned and watched the last fifteen minutes of the movie as I ate my dinner. When Tony said, "I am Iron Man", it felt like I could remember that no matter what, he's still my hero too. I felt like he knew I needed to be reminded of that. So, once I was done with my dinner, I came back in here and finished up the sketch and put some minor background colors in. I look forward to continuing this peace tomorrow after I write. But now, it's time I take a rest.

#commission #my art #mutual's story art #tony stark #iron man #post infinity war #original female character #leigh #darsynia #tony stark fanart #it's been a crazy night

[missmarvelobsession]

Whumpril Day 19 is up! @whumpril

Todays Characters: Natasha, Steve

Tags: Post Avengers Infinity War, Natasha has ptsd, Steve has ptsd, depression, anxiety, desperation

Description: It's been only days since Thanos snapped away half the universe and the nights are worse than the days.

#Whumpril Day 19 #Whumpril 2023 #natasha romanoff #steve rogers is a nice guy #natasha romanoff has feelings #mcu #marvel #avengers #black widow #captian america #post infinity war #post avengers Infinity War #marvel fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #post infinity war fanfic #whumprilday19 #whumpril2023

[mckiwi]

Whumptober 2022 Day 2: Nowhere To Run

Characters: Stephen Strange, Karl Mordo, Peter Parker, Cloak of Levitation

Prompt: Confrontation

Summary: Two Times Mordo tried to kill Stephen and the one time he decided not to.

While sleeping at the Sanctum

Today was the day Mordo would finally rid the world of the parasite that was Stephen Strange. Every sorcerer was a pest, but Strange was the worst of them all, using the Time Stone so recklessly. Breaking every natural law without a care in the world. But he didn't fret, no, because within the hour, Strange would be of no consequence. He didn't take pride in killing his former friend, but when one must meet the needs of the end…

He could sense the man sleeping in his room. All Mordo had to do was slit his throat without waking him, which also meant not using magic lest he would alert the man to his presence. Easy.

Or so he thought.

After breaking in through a window, Mordo had barely peaked his head into the building before the axe that had been hanging above the window fell, clattering to the floor, nearly decapitating him. Releasing a shaky breath, Mordo stepped inside, wearily watching the axe as he passed. One step onto the rug had Mordo's feet yanked out from under him and he landed on the ground with a harsh thud. If Strange wasn't awake from the axe then surely he would be now… but a quick check confirmed the man was still asleep.

Realizing the Sanctum itself must be weaponized, Mordo cautiously trespassed through the hallway, not that it helped. Paintings threw themselves at his head, making his vision go black for a moment. A small table used a leg to trip him while a curtain took the opportunity to wrap itself around his arm and rag-doll him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was probably the worst place for him to be. The sink immediately sprayed water at his face, flour was covering him from head to toe, and despite his training, he couldn't dodge all the utensils flying through the air. Forks, spoons, knives, spatulas, even the tongs wanted a piece of him.

He collapsed back into the hallway, breathing heavily, and ran for the stairs. He was nearly at the top before the stairs flattened themselves out, causing Mordo to lose his footing and slide pathetically back to the bottom. If he let out a girlish scream, it's not like Strange was awake yet to hear it. The stairs flatted and popped up repeatedly as Mordo tried to make his way up. He was crawling by the time he got to the top.

Mordo, wide-eyed and heart beating wildly, peered through the hallway at the array of doors. Which one led to Strange's chambers? Something told him he wouldn't find out without gaining more cuts and bruises.

To no one's surprise, he was correct. Doors slammed open to bust him in the nose. The floor tiles tilted to toss him into rooms full of dangerous relics. Doors locked and unlocked randomly. Eventually, he fell into a large bedroom. The bedroom of one Doctor Stephen Strange.

Strange lay in bed with a sheen of sweat on his forehead and his face contorted in pain. He had the blankets bundled up to his shoulders and the Cloak laying across him. A nightmare, Mordo assumed. At that moment, he couldn't find it in himself to care. Soaked, battered, bruised, covered in flour with a cherry on top, Mordo was done. Unsheathing a knife, Mordo held it over the sleeping man's throat and whispered venomously, "you're dead, Stephen Strange!"

The knife didn't get the chance to even break skin before the Cloak launched itself at him, suffocating him as it drug him through the halls, purposely slamming him into the walls, and throwing him out the Rotunda of Gateways into a rainforest.

The ground was surprisingly soft, Mordo decided, as he lay there for a few minutes. He'd kill Strange… just later. He could use some medicine and a nap first.

Sets up a Trap

This would be the day Mordo finally kills Stephen Strange. Yesterday had been a… minor setback. A miscalculation on his part, but now his plan would surely work, right here in this abandoned building in Queens. With his bait set up, Mordo covers his own magical signature and waits for the man of the hour to arrive.

It doesn't take long for Strange to appear, and as planned, he takes the bait. An interdimensional magic stone radiating energy from inside the building, the perfect lure for someone as curious as Strange. Little did he know, the second he touched the stone inside, it would trigger the building to collapse. Not even Strange would have enough reaction time to-

Wait- is that a child with him?

Mordo debated against himself. This teenage boy Strange had brought with him might very well end up dead as well. Now that he looked closer at the two, he saw they were eating sandwiches while the kid happily talked about something. Was Mordo really about to let that kid be a casualty in a war that didn't even affect him?

He wasn't given a choice. Strange hesitated in front of the building, talking with the kid, "I'm not taking you in there, Peter. It could be dangerous."

"Oh, please. I fought an alien in outer space before. Your 'Indiana Jones' rip-off will be nothing!" The kid, Peter, blew off. Strange still looked unsure. The kid continued, "I promise to be careful?"

Strange huffed and closed his eyes in resignation, "fine." The kid punched the air excitedly. "Got your web-shooters just in case?"

The kid pulled up his hoodie sleeve to show some type of device wrapped around his wrists, "always."

A flicker of sadness, perhaps guilt, shot across Strange's face at that. It was so quick Mordo wouldn't be surprised if the kid didn't even notice. "Alright, let's do this."

Something heavy landed in Mordo's gut. He was about to murder a kid. Sure enough, the building shook briefly before an explosion made the building collapse entirely. People in the surrounding area ran in shock and terror. No one could have survived that explosion. Sorcerers are just human, after all. Mordo felt a pang of remorse for the kid. He somewhat hoped Strange had been teaching the kid sorcery, just so that the man's murder would be worth the kid's death.

A few moments later, a portal opened up across the road. The kid helped Strange limp out. Through the portal, he saw a small spherical shield holding up the building. It faded out with the portal, leaving a puff of dust to bellow out behind the two. "That could've gotten us both killed if it weren't for your spider senses." Strange explained as he glanced down at his ankle.

"Are you okay?" The kid asked.

"Yea. I think my ankle's just fractured. What about you?" Strange returned.

The kid nodded, "high on adrenaline."

Strange chuckled slightly and winced as he tried to step through a portal to the sanctum, "better than being dead. You coming?"

The kid stepped through the portal as it closed, "you know we can cancel my magic lessons for today."

Better than being dead, indeed.

After a battle

The beast roared in rage and shot Strange down from the air with one of its quills. Strange screamed as the quill pierced his leg and he tumbled toward the ground. The Cloak flared enough to keep the fall from being fatal, but Mordo noticed Strange blinking away stars and his hair on the back of his head looking matted and wet. He tore the quill from his leg with a hiss of pain and stumbled to get back up.

The beast was too powerful for a lone sorcerer to take on without… assistance. It had already been about thirty minutes of relentless battle, and the beast was gaining the upper hand. Mordo saw the moment Strange decided on what he needed to do next. He witnessed Strange gather up the strength to summon Black Atlantean Magic. Mordo knew, Strange knew, every sorcerer worth their wits knew the cost of that magic, that type of assistance. It would give you the power to defeat your enemies, sure, but the cost was just as likely to kill you as it was to save you.

Strange's face scrunched as the dark power entered him. He looked up at the beast with a newfound determination. After a long battle, the beast met a power greater than its own.

It didn't take long for Strange to shove the beast through a portal. The portal collapsed, and not a moment later did Strange follow, hitting the ground hard. Mordo heard a sharp yelp as Strange tried to break the fall with his hands and watched as Strange rolled onto his back with his hands cradled to his chest. His face was covered in blood, mostly from the red rivets pooling from his eyes and nose. Heavy magic has a heavy price, as Mordo had tried to warn him before. He thought he heard a muffled sob as Strange lay there, looking rather pitiful. The Cloak tried to wrap around his injured leg, but he still didn't move. He just laid there, breathing raspy breaths and smearing the blood away from his eyes. Mordo figured he was waiting for what comes next, if it ever came.

The Cloak perked up in alarm as Mordo approached the downed man. A quick spell rendered the Cloak immobile. Strange heard the footsteps and lolled his head over lazily to look, "Mordo?"

"Yes. It's me," Mordo answered and kneeled beside him. Strange peered at him through hooded, unfocused eyes.

"Come to finish me off?" Strange joked, but something behind those words was an element of truth. Of knowledge. At Mordo's silence, Strange's chuckle turned into a cough, "wouldn't be the first time." He used the heel of his hand to wipe at his bloodied eyes one more time, and to Mordo's surprise, exposed his neck.

Mordo's brain froze. He wasn't expecting this. He was expecting a fight, for Strange to want to live, not for him to give himself up like a lamb for slaughter. "What happened to you, Stephen?" Stephen laughed bitterly at that. The blood around his eyes was washed away by tears. No. Who was he to kill a man who fate cruelty decided must live?

That night, Mordo dreamt of Stephen's disappointed face when he created a portal to the Kamar-Taj infirmary.

#whumptober2022 #no. 2 #confrontation #stephen strange #karl mordo #peter parker #cloak of levitation #doctor strange #dr strange #baron mordo #spider man #post infinity war #pre no way home #fic #fanfic #doctor strange fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mckiwiwrites

[polizwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruce Banner & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Grief/Mourning, Missing Scene, POV Steve Rogers Summary: In the aftermath of the battle against Thanos, what's left of their team mourns and regroups back at the Compound. An announcement from Friday puts them back on alert.

Previously posted on Tumblr,  this ficlet  fills my @avengersbingo  Death   @manwithaplanbingo  Crying  and @steverogersbingo  - Bruce Banner  squares, as well as the Flash Fiction Friday - Sleepless Nights prompt. 

#writing stuff #fanficlet #mcu/marvel #shameless self promo #post Infinity War

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Steve Rogers + text posts ☆

#steve rogers #captain america #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #the first avenger #ca:tfa #the avengers #civil war #ca:cw #infinity war #marvel #mcu #text post meme #steggymonth #steve text posts

[geeky-politics-46]

So I'm working on an angsty request about Stephen's wife during the blip, and this has somehow segwayed into sex with Steve Rogers on the hood of his car...

I'm not saying I'm mad this is where I have ended up, I just don't quite know how I got here.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #post infinity war #things im working on #fic wip #stepge #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x you #doctor strange angst #stephen strange angst #steve rogers angst

[lungthief]

hey is this thing on…i heard we’re stuckyposting again

#my art #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #infinity war #captain america #marvel #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #slightly better version of a comic i already posted awhile ago #i still miss them

[thorinsbeard]

A movie for every year since I was born: Avengers: infinity War (2018)

#marveledit #marvel #infinity war #spider-man #dr strange #stephen strange #iron man #tony stark #thanos #wong #** #beardys gifs #tw:flashing #flashing gif #movies since i was born meme #a movie since i was born meme #long post

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Bucky Barnes as Text Posts 5/?

#bucky as text posts #mcu #bucky #sad baby hobo kitten #sebastian stan #Bucky barnes #marvel #marveledit #marvel cinematic universe #mcuedit #buckyedit #buckybarnesedit #captain america: civil war #avengers: infinity war #captain america: the winter soldier #cacw #cacwedit #avengersedit #catws #catwsedit