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“So,” Steve said once he and Tony had taken their seats. “Natasha tells me that you’ve got some more information on these infinity gems?”


Thor gave a nod. “Yes, that is true. Your encounter here has only solidified my theory that the gem inside Loki’s sceptre is in fact one of the six infinity stones. More specifically, the Mind Stone.” He paused, tapping his palm on the table. “It is also my belief that it was this stone that was driving Loki’s madness when he attacked this planet. I know that Loki has caused all of us great pain, but I also know that he was not himself during that time, and I believe this is why.”


“So you’re saying those Chitauri bastards were using this Mind Stone to control him?” asked Clint. Clint’s jaw was tight and his fists clenched, no doubt remembering the horror he went through while under Loki’s influence.


“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying,” said Thor. “Agent Barton, I believe you experienced some of these effects as well?”


“We all did,” Natasha said quickly, giving Clint’s wrist a squeeze. “But not as much as Clint and Dr Selvig. Their effects were… more direct.”


“Yeah, like a straight shot to the heart,” muttered Clint. “Dude pointed the thing at my chest and it was like I’d suddenly forgotten who I was and who I was working for.”


“He pointed it at your chest?” Tony asked, pointing to where his arc reactor used to be. “Like, right here?”


“Ah, yep,” said Clint. “Got me and another agent in about ten seconds flat, then got Selvig before we split.”


“Hmm…” Tony murmured as he leaned back in his chair, his expression morphing into his I’m thinking face.


“Tony?” Steve asked. “What’re you thinking?”


Tony started, like he had forgotten Steve was there. “Um… well, I’m thinking that somehow my arc reactor was able to ward off the effects of this Mind Stone,” he said. “‘Cause Loki tried the same thing with me when we got to the Tower after the portal opened up, only it didn’t work.”


“He did, what?” Steve exclaimed, gaping at his husband. Tony had never mentioned anything about this to Steve before. “You never—wait, Loki did what to you?”


“Well, from the sounds of it, he tried to do the same thing he did to Barton here,” said Tony, way too nonchalantly for Steve’s taste. “Only it didn’t work, so then he got all pissed off and threw me out the window.”


“Yeah, okay, but we don’t need to talk about that right now either,” Steve said. He drew in a deep breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. He, Natasha, and Clint had arrived at the Tower in the Quinjet just in time to witness Tony being tossed out of the penthouse window, and Steve had nearly had a heart attack at the sight.


And that had been before his flight through the portal.


“Steve, we were all affected by that sceptre,” Bruce piped up from his chair next to James. “So even though Loki didn’t use it on us directly, we were all still vulnerable to its effects.”


“Yeah, and given that all you super-types were just as affected as the rest of them, I’d say that means this thing must be pretty powerful,” said Sam.


“It is indeed, Son of Wil,” said Thor. “And now that it is back in the hands of the Chitauri, it is my thought that we must take measures to remove the other Earth-bound gems from this planet. It is not safe to have this many of these stones in such close proximity.”


“Okay, just… can you remind me exactly what these gems are again?” asked James. “Not all of us were as involved in the incident in New York as others.”


“Oh, of course, Colonel,” said Thor, clearing his throat. “Mind you, I will be relaying the story as it was told to me hundreds of years ago. By my mother.”


“Now wait just a minute,” said Clint. “So you’re telling me this just is another one of your Asgardian bedtime stories?”


“Well, yes,” Thor answered. “I believe you Midgardians also share bedtime stories with your offspring, do you not?”


“Well, yeah, we do,” said Clint. “But… Jesus. I’d hate to see what you guys think is really scary.”


Thor narrowed his eyes. “Yes, Agent Barton,” he said grimly. “You mostly likely would.”


“Please, Thor, continue,” said Steve, barely clinging to his patience. “We’re kind of on a clock here.”


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Steve smiled, leaning in for one final kiss before escaping into the hallway, where he nearly ran smack into Peter as he came barrelling out of his room, a small, flat disc in his hand.


“Oh, sorry, Papa!” Peter said, barely breaking stride. “Uncle Sam said we’ve still got twenty minutes till the food’s ready, so Pietro and I are gonna go play frisbee golf.”


“As long as you wash your hands when you come back inside!” Steve called after him, earning a breathless, “Uh huh!” in return.


Chuckling, Steve rounded the corner into the massive kitchen, immediately stepping back as Natasha emerged from the depths of one of the ovens, a steaming pumpkin pie in her mitted hands.


“Oh, now that smells amazing,” Steve said as Natasha set the pie down on a cooling rack, right next to another identical pie.


“You’d better believe it,” Natasha said, winking as Wanda set a third pie down onto the rack. “I had to kick your kid out of here a few minutes ago, though. He kept begging to sample everything, all while eating an entire party-sized bag of Doritos.”


“Yeah,” Sam piped up from the opposite end of the counter. “Damn sneaky kid! I caught him trying to swipe one of these drumsticks right off the platter!”


“He actually did make off with one of the rolls,” said Wanda, pointing to the large baking sheet next to the pies. “But at least he asked me if he could have it first.”


“It was the eyes, right?” Natasha asked. “Those irresistible puppy dog eyes?”


“Yes,” Wanda said with a sigh. “And now I think Pietro’s starting to learn them too.”


“Yep. That’s my милая ошибка,” Natasha said, tossing Steve a smirk. “Good thing your kid is cute, Rogers.”


“Well, I’d personally take Peter’s enthusiastic appetite as a compliment,” said Steve. “Now, where do you need me?”


Sam jerked his head to the two huge pots of potatoes cooling on the stove. “Soon as those are mashed and the gravy’s done simmering, we should be ready.”


“Sounds great.” Picking up the hand mixer, Steve got to work, mashing the perfectly boiled and seasoned potatoes while his teammates bantered back and forth behind him. By the time he was done and everything had been brought out to the table, set perfectly by Bucky and Bruce, Steve’s cheeks were sore from smiling.


And then, as he took his seat at that table, flanked by his husband and son as he looked out onto the rest of his amazing teammates, Steve raised his bottle of his favourite Irish beer, waiting while they all took hold of their own various beverages.


“At the risk of being a bit too sentimental for this crowd, or delaying the inevitable chow-down that I’m about to witness,” Steve began. “I just wanted to let all of you know how grateful I am for each and every one of you. Our jobs are hard, and I know that I ask a lot of you every time we go out into the field. But I also know that there’s no way this team would be the same without any of you. Thanks to your hard work and dedication, we are a well-oiled machine, ready to take on whatever the world throws at us next.” He shot a quick glance at Tony, smiling at him over his coffee mug. “To the Avengers, our team. And, like the many enemies that we’ve vanquished, may we leave this dinner table crying for mercy by the time we’re done here.”


“All right!” exclaimed Sam as he clinked his beer bottle first against Bucky’s, then against Peter’s can of Dr Pepper. “Now, do we finally have permission to eat, Captain? ‘Cause if I have to sit here and listen to these guys’ growling stomachs for too much longer, I’m gonna—”


“Okay, I’m just gonna pull rank here and go with yes,” James said from his seat next to Bruce. “Seeing as how Spider Boy and Flash Boy over there are just about ready to vibrate out of their seats.”

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A bit of fluff before we get to the nitty-gritty 😉

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“Pictures of what?” Ned asked as he suddenly appeared behind Peter’s left shoulder. Peter jumped, almost knocking into Gwen as he grabbed her hand, tugging her around.


“Jesus, Ned!” Peter exclaimed. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on me like that!”


Ned’s eyebrows knitted together. “Um… I didn’t, but okay. But what’re you taking pictures of?”


“Peter’s gonna get a telescope this coming weekend,” said Gwen.


“Really?” Ned said. “Dude, that’s so cool! Are you gonna let us come over and see it once you get it set up?”


“Ah, it’s gonna be up at the Compound,” said Peter. “Sorry.”


“Oh,” Ned said. “Well, I guess that makes more sense, since upstate’s probably better for stargazing. It just kinda sucks that you’ve gotta go up there every single weekend.”


“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Peter said. “It’s actually kinda nice to get out of the city every now and then. It’s a lot quieter up there.”


“Yeah, I guess. But since when did you like it quiet?” Ned asked. “You know what, nevermind. Wait till you hear what my mom heard yesterday at her book club.”


“You mean her gossip club, right?” Gwen asked as they made their way towards their homeroom classroom. “‘Cause I swear all your mom seems to do there is talk about people.”


“Well… yeah, that is part of it,” Ned admitted. “You know my mom just likes to know what’s going on, so…” He gave his head a quick shake. “Anyway, she told me that one of her friends was walking in the city on Saturday afternoon and saw Dr Stephen Strange go into a comic book store.”


“Who?” asked Gwen, shooting Peter a questioning look. “Am I supposed to know who that is or something?”


“He’s that rich doctor that drove his car off a mountain a few months ago,” said Peter. “The neurosurgeon?” He didn’t add that Dad had disliked Dr Strange ever since he and Papa had tried to get him to consult on Peter during his weeks-long coma after the battle in the Miami bunker, and that the surgeon had flat-out refused because he’d said that he didn’t work on children.


And no amount of begging, pleading, or bribing could get him to change his mind.


Oh well, it’d probably been for the best anyway. From what Peter had heard about Dr Strange, he was a massive jerk, and Dad did not have a good track record dealing with medical professionals who were jerks. Dad was amazingly generous with most of the doctors and nurses who had treated Peter back when he was little, and sick most of the time, but Peter had witnessed him dressing down plenty of arrogant or jerky ones too. Since Dad had enough intelligence and knowledge to pretty much get his own medical degree in any number of fields, he tended to figure out who he could trust and who he could not very quickly.


As it turned out, Dr Strange wouldn’t have been able to do anything for Peter anyway, and not getting him involved ended up saving his dads from having to explain Peter’s genetic mutation and enhancements to yet another person outside their family.


Now that Ned had brought him up, though, Peter had to admit he was pretty curious as to what the former surgeon had been up to in the last several months.


“Oh, yeah, I remember my dad saying something about that,” Gwen said with a nod. “Okay… so…?”


“Well, I guess after his accident, he kinda went nuts trying to find a cure for the nerve damage in his hands. Ended up selling just about everything he owned to try some really weird treatments,” said Ned. “And then one day he just up and disappeared. My mom’s friend thought he was dead until she saw him again.”


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Hey! Happy FFWF! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

Oh boy, this is hard! I am most definitely my own worst critic, but these are a couple of snippets that I’m proud of.

From my superfamily story Pieces of Echoes, after Tony and Steve spend their first night together:

And when they were finished, their bodies sated and spent, after they’d stumbled into the shower to get cleaned up and changed the torn sheets on the bed, they laid down on the fresh blankets with Steve’s strong arm wrapped around Tony, with his back pressed right up against Steve’s broad chest and Steve’s breath warm against his neck as he drifted off to sleep.


And when the nightmares came, as they inevitably did, instead of suddenly jerking awake and finding himself frightened and alone, Tony instead felt Steve’s hand slide gently up his body, cupping his shoulder as he whispered into his ear, “It’s all right, Tony. I’m here.”

I like this because aside from Peter, Tony has been alone. He’s never had a relationship that’s lasted longer than a few months, or where he felt truly loved. And now he finally does 💖.


And from the latest chapter of my current Reylo story, The Empire Games, right before they go into the arena:

Gathering up the blankets, they rush back downstairs, slipping inside Rey’s room as quietly as possible. Then they kick off their shoes and crawl under the covers of her bed, cuddling up to each other as closely as their clothes will allow. Rey sighs as she lays her head down on Ben’s broad chest, his strong arms around her and his steady heartbeat beneath her ear already lulling her to sleep despite the impending Games looming over their heads.


“Rey,” Ben whispers a few minutes later. “Whatever happens tomorrow in the arena, I just want you to know that I—”


But once again, Rey presses her fingers to his lips to silence him. “Please, don’t. You don’t need to say anything.”


“I already know, Ben. And I feel the same.”


And then she slips off into sleep, with the words I love you echoing inside her mind, not quite sure if they’re Ben’s or hers.

Here, they’re preparing to enter the arena, and have just realised that they’ve both been hiding feelings for the other out of fear. It’s both poignant and heartbreaking, as they both know “there can only be one Victor” 😉.


This was so much fun! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

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Reaching for the bag of homemade trail mix that he and Peter had made the day before and a bottle of Powerade, Steve shoved a handful into his mouth as he unzipped the special pocket that Tony sewed into his uniform, looking for the small sketchbook and pencil that he always carried with him. He opened it to the front page, to the sketch of Tony and Peter that he’d drawn from the very first photograph he ever took of the two of them, only hours after Peter had taught him how to take pictures with his new phone. Steve’s throat tightened as he examined it, which he attempted to remedy with a big sip of his Powerade. Even now, after taking literally thousands of photographs, and sketching and painting dozens of drawings, this little drawing was still one of Steve’s very favourite sketches of his beloved husband and son.


It had been about a week or so after they had all returned to the Malibu house from Afghanistan. Peter had been helping Steve get accustomed to life in the twenty-first century, while Tony had been spending nearly all of his time down in his garage workshop, building the first of his eventual army of armoured suits and plotting his revenge on the Ten Rings. Steve and Peter had made dinner that evening, and, after practically dragging Tony upstairs to eat with them, Peter had then proceeded to beg him to watch a movie afterwards, telling him that he hadn’t seen him more than a few minutes since they’d been back.


And the two of them hadn’t even lasted for half the movie before they were both sound asleep, with Peter wrapped up in Tony’s arms and his head resting on his chest, off to the side so as to avoid pressing on the arc reactor.


Tears pricked Steve’s eyes at the memory, of how sweet they had looked, and how envious he had been. He had already been trying to deny it by then, trying to bury deep down just how deeply attached he was to them both, and, based on what Tony told him later on, doing a very poor job of it.


“You’re a terrible liar, babe,” Tony had told him multiple times over the course of their relationship. “You and Pete both. You’re both just too… good.”


And while Steve still wasn’t sure if he agreed, he also knew better than to argue.


A soft smile spread across Steve’s lips as he stared at the drawing, trailing his fingertip across Peter’s round cheek smashed up against Tony’s side. Peter’s cheeks weren’t quite as round anymore, and his jawline had sharpened up a bit more over the summer as well, only adding to how much he resembled Tony.


His two precious boys, who he loved more than life itself.


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I love your story “Pieces of Echoes” ! Do you have any Stony with Peter as their kid fic recommendations to get me through until your next Monday update? :)

Hey sweet anon, thank you so much for this kind message! I’m so glad you’re enjoying Pieces of Echoes! ♥️

Actually, it was a lack of the type of fic that I’m writing that led me to my idea. Most of the superfamily fics that I’ve read either have a very young Peter that Tony and Steve adopt together (so their relationship is already established) or deal with Peter once he is Spider-Man. I couldn’t find one that was similar to mine, so I decided to write one. 🤓

There are a few one-shots that I’ve enjoyed that I’d be happy to link once I’m not on mobile if you like, just let me know!

And thank you again for reading! ♥️

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I really want a story where Peter Parker is the (adoptive?) son of Tony stark and Steve Rogers ( Iron man and Captain America. They either know that Peter is spider-man or not, it depends)
The enemy s Venom who kept on ‘possessing’ people and causing mayhem. Venom 'possesses’ Spiderman/Peter. Peter tries to fight it off but fails. He begs the avengers to kill him while he can still fight it but they couldn’t harm him in any way. Venom Peter escapes. Nick Fury sent the order to hunt down and capture venom at all cost even if it means harming Peter. Will Tony, Steve and the other Avengers find a way to remove venom from Peter or will they have to harm Peter just to save him? You can add Spideypool if you want.

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Peter laid in the bathtub instantly regretting his decision to take a bath rather than his usual shower. He couldn’t get up. Logically, one would think he could get up but, Peter Parker is Spider-man. So naturally he does have some behavior traits of a spider. He struggled to get out but every effort proved to be beyond fruitless. He finally surrendered.

“Pop?! Dad?!” he hollered for both of his parents. Steve heard him first and dashed to where his son was.

“Peter? What’s wrong?” He asked in a worried tone until he looked at his son and face-palmed at the sight before him. Tony then rushed in after his husband, concerned by the way Peter called for them. He looked at Peter for a moment before trying to say something.

“Peter, how many times must we tell you not to take a bath? You’re a spider for goodness sake!” Steve interjected before Tony could get a word in. Peter looked at his dad’s.

“I know! Just help me!” He was pleading for help at this point. Tony just shook his head.

“Seraphin! Come get your boyfriend!” Tony called to his niece who he knew was in the Tower.

“Why?” she called back, not daring to go near the bathroom where she knew the pathetic sight was.

“Because he’s stuck.”

“Oh, so you’ll acknowledge the fact that he’s my boyfriend when you don’t want to help his idiotic self get out of the bathtub?” Suddenly they heard Loki cackling.

“This isn’t funny Uncle Loki!” Peter exclaimed.

“On contraire, this is quite hilarious.” Loki appeared suddenly behind Steve and looked at his nephew.

“Sera just come and help me!” Peter finally called for his girlfriend. He wondered if maybe she should’ve just called for her in the first place.

“Nope, I am not going to help you while you are naked!” She called from the living room.

“Why not? You’ve seen him naked before.” Gabriel spoke loud enough so that everyone could hear him. Steve and Loki both darted for the living room in an effort to make sure the siblings didn’t fight. Then again, with the four year age gap between the two, there isn’t a whole lot Seraphin was willing to do that involved physical damage to Gabriel.

The twelve year old boy stood by the doorway grinning at his fuming sister. She dived for him but suddenly found herself face-planting into the floor due to Gabriel’s duplicate vanishing. Loki face-palmed at the sight.

“When are you not going to fall for that?” He asked his child in a serious tone. Seraphin looked up at her father, cheeks blazing red of embarrassment.

“Shut. Up.” She growled her words as she stood quickly and went to help her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. Tony watched the fuming teen and got out of her way quickly. Sera then looked at Peter and sighed.

“You owe me Spider-boy.” She grabbed a towel and help Peter get out of the tub. He shut the door, locking their parents out as Sera drained the tub. She then turned to him, arms crossed over her chest and she was none too happy.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly with that too cute sheepish grin of his. Sera wouldn’t break. Nope. Peter went over to her, one hand holding the towel securely around his waist as the other grazed her cheek softly.

“No, I’m not falling for it.” She stated firmly, holding her ground as best as possible.

“Yes you are.” He gave her lips a quick peck. She growled a tiny bit as she looked at him. She sighed heavily in defeat and kissed him back.

“You owe me a date now, you know that right?” He kissed her forehead smiling.

“Just let me get dressed first and I’ll meet you outside.” She nodded as she went to open the door only to find three of the four parents falling on each other because they were leaning against the door trying to catch them doing something. Both teens sighed heavily as they looked at their fathers.

“You three are hopeless.” She stated as she left the bathroom.

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About a half hour later, Peter was dressed and ready to take Seraphin wherever she wanted. Seeing as she didn’t actually mock him for getting stuck she did deserve this. He whistled a little tune as he made his way to the elevator. He froze however when he reached the living room.

Tony sat on the couch sipping a cup of coffee and reading the New York Times. Normally Peter would be able to shrug the irrational fear of newpapers but lately, he hasn’t been able to. Tony looked at his child and raised an eyebrow.

“Peter, why are you frozen in fear?” He questioned curiously.

Peter stood there unable to answer. How could he tell his dad? Hell, how could he tell ANYONE that Sera had been using his tiny irrational fear of newpapers to control him sexually? It was pathetic he knew but like he could tell anyone? He recalled his most recent sexual activity with his girlfriend. The last time they did it she was completely dominant and had somehow, made it so whenever she smacked him with the little bit of newpaper she would have, it left paper cuts on his back that stung for a good five minutes. Of course she healed them all when they were done but for him it was a bit tramatizing.

“Peter. Earth to Peter.” Tony tried to get his sons attention. He put the newpaper to the side and Peter finally shook it off.

“Sorry, got lost in thought there. See ya!” He made a mad dash for the elevator and went to where his girlfriend was waiting. Tony picked up the hint and sighed.

“Loki! You need to talk to that child of yours!”

“Which one?” Loki asked as he came into the living room.

“Your daughter. I think she’s taking advantage of Peter’s irrational spider fears to control him in bed.” He muttered the later part but Loki still heard him. The god just laughed.

“I’m sorry but, that is my child. Just like her father.” Suzanne appeared behind the couch that Tony sat on suddenly startling both men.

“Don’t you mean just like her mother?” She purred her words to him. Tony looked between the two and shoot up from his seat.

“I’m outta here.” He made a mad dash out of there. Suzanne shook her head.

“Gonna have Gabriel follow the two?” Loki nodded. “Hope his camera’s charged. We need black mail on those two.”

“I feel bad for doing this.”

“But at the same time not.” She said grinning. “Besides, for someone just affected by spider genes he acts way too much like an actual spider.”

“He wouldn’t be able to survive without Seraphin.” Loki grinned at the thought. That was one way to keep the super family in check. Still, he found it pathetic that a teen male could barely get out of the tub alone.

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Prompt number: 16. - “I never wanted anything else”
Fandom: Spidey/Avengers
Rating: Teen and Up [for safety]
Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, critical injury of a minor.


Tony stood in the middle of the room, muscles tense to the point of pain. He felt like his skin was vibrating, electricity scorching his veins. He needed a release. He needed to vent. He needed to scream, to rage, to throw things. Why hold back? He wondered for a brief moment before he let go.

He upturned the dining table, tossed the lamp on the side table towards the big plasma screen television, kicked a chair and punched the mirror on the wall before strong arms encircled him pulling him back punching the mirror again.

“Tony, stop! You’re hurting yourself!”

“I DON’T CARE!” He felt out completely out of control holding on to his anger like a lifeline because what was beneath it, he couldn’t face that emotion. “LET ME GO!”

“No, I won’t let you hurt yourself.”

Perhaps it was his unexpected fury or perhaps Steve simply didn’t want to hurt him by accident, but he managed to twist himself free form the super soldier’s hold. He whirled around to get into his husband’s face, needing someone else to hurt more than himself.

“This is all your fault! I was fine, I was content. I had a good life.” He vaguely noticed he was pacing back and forth now, turning towards Steve before stalking away from him again. “I never wanted anything else! And now, now I’ve got you and Peter and P..Peter…he’s…”

Steve reached for him but he abruptly backed away. “Don’t touch me!” He gripped his hair tightly, pulling strands free form his head without meaning to, before he dropped to his knees and all but keened in pain. Not Peter, Not my kid, Please not my son!

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Prompt number: 15 - “not interested, thank you”
Fandom: Spidey/Avengers
Rating: G [General Audiences]
Warnings: None.


Peter had never been so nervous in his life as he gracefully dropped from the ceiling. All the Avengers were gathered in the huge room, all of them staring at him, waiting on him. Why are you on the ceiling? I feel more comfortable like this. You can ask your questions, I can hear you just fine from this position.

Now he felt it only right to stand and face them as they waited for his answer. Would you like to join us? Become an Avenger?

He couldn’t deny he hadn’t dreamed of it, but things were complicated. It was hard enough hiding his secret identity living with his dads as Peter Parker. If he came to live here as Spider-Man as well…it was far too risky. There was a reason for his secret base of operations, far away from home.

Peter Parker and Spider-Man couldn’t live in the same building if he wanted to hide his identity.

“Not interested, thank you.”

He casually leaned back against the wall, trying to play it cool and aloof, lest they suspect him of hiding something. By their expressions it was clearly not the answer they’d expected, his dad most of all.

“Not interested?!“ He strode forwards making Peter shift uncomfortably, something he was sure did not go unnoticed by some members of the Avengers. “You were more than happy to work with us before, but you won’t join the team?”

Peter straightened off the wall as he answered as jovially as possible. “It was cool and all working with you on some of your missions, but I’m not much of a team player. I’m just your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.”

“Well I guess that’s it then. Can I go now?“ Clint stretched in his chair when Bruce of all people interrupted.  

“Are you afraid of what we’ll do? No one will hurt you or test you, that’s not what this team stands for. SHIELD won’t do something against your will.”

Peter smiled at his kindhearted uncle, hidden behind his mask. Even to a stranger –as far as he knew- he was kind and understanding.

“Thank you, Doctor Banner. But that isn’t the reason for my answer.“

“Then what is?“ His pops turned those big eyes on him. Uncle Bucky referred tot hem as Steve’s big, wet labrador eyes.

“I cannot say, I’m sorry.“

Before anyone could ask him anymore questions or guilt him into revealing it all, Peter back-flipped out of the window and swung away. Time for Spider-Man to head off because Peter Parker was expected home soon and he didn’t feel like making up another excuse for being late.
 
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The afternoon sun warmed the air as Aurora laid on her back on the beach, a soft breeze blowing in off the water cooling her slightly, the thatched umbrella above her providing some shade. Her eyes were closed behind the sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair fanning out around her head, a yellow bikini covering her and a layer of sweat clinging to her exposed skin.  She heard Harry approach, his footsteps shifting the sand and then she felt the water drops falling on her as he stood above her. She cracked open one eye to look up at her husband, a cheeky smirk pulling at his lips as his hair fell over his forehead and he looked down at her laid out on her towel.

“Your getting water all over me,” she muttered.

“Thought you liked when I got you wet,” he replied. He laughed as she blushed. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Harold.”

“Come join me in the water,” he said, ignoring her reproach.

“But I’m so comfy,” Rori replied a small pout on her lips. She let out a loud squeal as Harry suddenly bent forward, scooping her into his arms and carry her down towards the waters edge. “Harry!” she yelled, laughter bubbling in her throat as he raced into the ocean, dunking them both under the surface.

Rori gasped as they resurfaced, water running down her face as her sunglasses sat askew, her hair plastered to her back. Harry was grinning widely as he held her against his chest and silenced her objections by kissing her deeply. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, her legs around his waist as he deepened the kiss, the Caribbean sun beating down on both of them.

“I can’t believe you just dunked me in the water like a frat boy trying to flirt at a spring break party,” she said once they pulled apart.

“Gosh only been married 3 days and you already don’t wanna spend time with me,” Harry joked. “I feel so unloved.”

“Well I wouldn’t want you feeling unloved,” Rori replied as she tightened her arms around his shoulders and leaned back in to kiss him again. They pulled apart with a laugh when Harry’s stomach rumbled. “How about dinner?” she asked. Harry nodded and began to move them back towards the beach, not allowing her to unwrap herself from his torso. He carried her across the sand, stooping to allow her to pick up her abandoned towel and then continued up towards their little beach front cottage.

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fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Superfamily (Tony and Steve adopt Peter Parker as their son)

summary: Reading bed time stories to your child should be soothing and calming, but not when the tickle monster comes with a visit. 

length: 963 words

a/n: this fic is a part of my 8th Stony Anniversary and is based on this prompt! hope you enjoy the fic, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and needed!

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Story Time

There it was. One of the most beautiful things Steve had ever seen. He had lost hope for seeing it ever again. 

Not caring about people walking by and staring funnily at him, Steve pressed himself into the cool glass of the display window. What were the chances of seeing it ever again. 

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I’m planning out all of my whumptober fics, so if you’re interested in knowing what I will be posting, click to read more for relationships, prompt, and word count! If it’s marked with [C] that means I’ve completed it. [P] means that it is in progress. If they’re blank, I haven’t started writing them yet. Feel free to ask me anything if you’re interested in knowing more! Talking about projects always gets me excited and motivated. If you see an empty day and want to make a request, I’m more than happy to listen to your ideas. Even if it already has a prompt and relationship chosen, give me an idea you’d like to see! For some, I just picked something I knew I’d like to write but don’t have a specific idea yet. 

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The Phoenix Project Chapter 4 Preview

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Phillips gave a single nod, jerking his head in Anthony’s direction. “Good. Now, you will all turn your complete attention to Mr Stark while he runs through a few final details. Mr Stark?”


“Thanks, Colonel,” Anthony said as soon as Phillips stepped back. He handed his stack of papers to Carol, awkwardly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his eyes flicked over to Steve. “I’ve prepared some final notes on the operations of the X-302, just a few more things that I thought might be of some interest. Nothing in there will affect any of your patrol this morning, but—”


“Does this information discuss anything regarding the possible extra-atmospheric travel?” Steve blurted out, his heart skittering when Anthony’s wide brown eyes locked with his. “I mean, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything—I’m just—I’m just really curious, and—”


“Well, I don’t think being curious is a crime, Captain Rogers,” Anthony said, and Steve could’ve sworn that he saw a hint of a smirk playing on Anthony’s full lips. “But since we’re still quite a ways away from dealing with anything out in space, I’m afraid not. This information only covers normal flight operations and is designed as an addendum to the flight materials that you’ve already received.”


“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, hmm, Captain Rogers?” added Phillips. “Who knows, you might get up there today and decide that you don’t even like how the X-302 flies.”


“Oh, I doubt that, sir,” Steve replied, his eyes still fixed on Anthony. “Somehow I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy it even more than I expected.”


A pause followed, just for a heartbeat or so, but still long enough for Carol to shoot Steve a very confused side-eye.


“You kinda sound like you’re trying to start courting her when you haven’t even been properly introduced yet, Rogers,” she said. “And I would’ve thought you would’ve known by now that that is no way to treat a lady.”


“Nah, Danvers, Stevie knows that,” piped up Bucky from his seat behind Steve. “It’s just been so long since he’s tried to court anyone that he doesn’t remember how.”


“All right, enough about your private lives already,” barked Phillips. “If no one has any further questions about the actual aircraft that you’re about to fly, then you’re dismissed. Wheels up in twenty.”


To a chorus of “yes, sir!” accompanied by the hair-raising sound of scraping chairs, the pilots all shuffled out of the room, with Bucky yanking on Steve’s arm almost before he had managed to clear the threshold.


“What the hell was all that about?” he hissed as they made their way towards the hangar. “If I didn’t know any better I could’ve sworn that you we’re trying to flirt, but—”


“No, I wasn't—” Steve started.


“—then again, it’s you, and you never flirt,” Bucky said, as if he hadn’t even heard Steve. “And boy could I tell, ‘cause damn, Stevie, you are really way out of practise! I mean, that was like a primary school-level attempt back there, and from a guy like you—”


“I wasn’t flirting, Buck,” Steve whispered sharply. “I only asked a simple question, and—”


Bucky cut him off with one of his yeah, sure looks. “Ah huh. So, what made you change your mind about Stark? Just the fact that he’s hot?”


Steve shook his head, wishing very badly that he could hit a rewind button or something. “I wasn’t—wait… you think Stark is hot?”


“Well, unless you’re about to tell me that you were just eye-fucking Phillips then I’m guessing that you think Stark is hot!” Bucky said with a laugh. “And if I’m wrong and you really were eye-fucking Phillips, then I don’t think I wanna know, so—”


“Oh gods, no!” Steve said with a shudder. “But—”


“But you are right, Stark is damn hot. And he seems to know what he’s talking about too, which is good since he’s a civvy and all,” continued Bucky. He tugged on Steve’s arm as they stepped into the hangar, pulling him off to the side. “But Steve, he is a Stark, right? I mean, you haven’t forgotten what that means, have you?”


A stab of pain pierced Steve’s heart. All those nights that he spent listening to his mother sob into her pillow, cursing the name of Howard Stark.


Growing up without a father because of Howard Stark.


How could he ever forget something like that?


The full chapter will post on Monday, April 20th 💖

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The Phoenix Project Chapter 2 Preview

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Tony paused to switch out his slide, his eyes dragging along the pilots sitting in the front row until they came upon the blond-haired, blue-eyed man sitting directly left of centre. With his broad shoulders, strong, muscular arms, and expertly sculpted cheekbones, the guy was the perfect poster-boy for Langaran Air Corps recruitment.


Or at least he was until he suddenly locked eyes with Tony and proceeded to shoot him a glare that would’ve proverbially splattered him across the entire front of the classroom.


What the hell is wrong with him? Tony thought, confused. The pilot wasn’t familiar, as Tony was certain that he would’ve remembered someone that unbelievably hot, but by the way he was glaring at Tony it almost seemed like he knew him, and for some reason had already decided that he hated him.


Which Tony knew was just ridiculous. Usually someone had to at least talk to him first before they realised that they hated him.


Regardless, Tony was too damn tired to want to think about it at the moment. All he wanted was to get through his work for the day as quickly as possible so he could get to the hospital in time to see Peter before curfew began.


“So, based on the feedback that we’ve received from the flight reports and after a detailed analysis of the data, the Air Corps decided to go ahead with the next phase in aircraft design.” Tony paused for dramatic effect as he placed the next slide on the projector, his lips quirking into a slight grin in anticipation.


“This, ladies and gentlemen, is the X-302.” An excited murmur rose up from the assembled pilots, and Tony’s grin widened as Mr Muscles in the front row actually licked his lips.


Mmm. I guess the pretty boy likes his new toys.


“As you can see, the overall hull design of the X-302 is quite similar to the X-301 and the cockpit is essentially the same, so you won’t have to learn an entire new set of controls. The main difference is in the layout of the engines, which exchanges one large central engine for two smaller twin engines. This will allow for the aircraft to still function in the event of a single engine failure and hopefully prevent possible aircraft destruction, as well as pilot injuries. There is also—”


“Pardon me, Mr Stark,” interrupted Mr Muscles, his razor-sharp jaw twitching slightly. “You mentioned the X-302 having a dual engine system, but I couldn’t help but notice that there’s still a central engine bell on that diagram.”


Tony smirked as he pointed to the smaller central engine bell tucked down underneath the larger dual bells of the regular engines, noticing that Mr Muscles’ fierce glare had been almost entirely replaced with an aura of boyish excitement.


Well, well, well. So the pretty boy actually knows his stuff too. Not bad.


“Well, that’s correct, corpsman…”


“Rogers,” answered Mr Muscles, proudly squaring his shoulders. “Captain Steve Rogers.”


The full chapter will post on Monday, April 6th 😊

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Hey, thank you so much for the ask!

The Phoenix Project is the name of my new Superfamily story 💖. I’m still currently plotting it out, but I’m hoping to have the prologue written by the end of next week, and once I get that and a couple of chapters under my belt I’ll start posting it, hopefully around the first week of March. The story will feature Steve as a fighter/ test pilot, Tony as an engineer/ instructor, and of course Peter, who will be around ten years old. There’s also a lot of world-building that I’m working on, as it’s not going to be set in the MCU or even on our Earth 🤓

I’m pretty excited though, if you couldn’t tell! 😆

Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

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