#thread (teddy and Toni)

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Kindness Taken Weakness ~ Teddy and Toni an Event Self-Para

Teddy felt like he was right where he had started a few weeks ago. Sitting with a drink in his hand.

Trying to calm his nerves as best as he could. He had never reacted like that before, but seeing Kirby with Knightley like that had triggered some sort of panic in him. Some sort of hurt that he had never felt before. Heartbreak perhaps, that confirmation of fear that would come with telling Kirby how he felt and they wouldn’t like him back. He was glad that he had been with Zarina when the attack had struck. He would never have known what to do if he had been alone. He finally pulled away from her. Explaining that he just wanted to be alone and couldn't pretend anymore and that she didn't have to help him make Kirby Jealous. It wasn't working anyway. He was too mentally drained to put on a show. He didn't care if Kirby had seen his panic attack unfold and to be quite frank he didn't care if he hadn't seen Kirby for the rest of the Event. His heart couldn’t take it. He sat at one of the pop-up bars along main street. It was pretty quiet until he heard the clanking of chains on the seat next to him. He turned to greet them but groaned when he saw who it was.

Toni was enjoying the festival, Mylene had taken up most of his attention which he didn’t mind. I really liked her and was happy she was enjoying their time together. Toni was always the observant kind so when he heard a bit of commotion over to the side he had pulled away from Myles telling her he’d be back in a moment.  He had witnessed the whole thing unfold in real time. He had seen Teddy steal a glance over at Kirby. Only to see them with Knightley. Toni saw within seconds Teddy lose almost all color in his face and his breathing became labored.

With Teddy off to the side and out of his costume. Zarina, who Toni was confused to see with Teddy to begin with. Had seemed to handle the situation as best as she could. Giving to what was Toni's understanding that this was Teddy's first ever Panic Attack. He had always known Teddy to be pretty confident and not self-aware or even aware enough in general to even have Anxiety. Teddy was the golden boy and had it all.

He followed Teddy when he ran off. Just far enough away so that he wouldn't notice. Part of him wanted to genuinely make sure that Teddy was okay. Another however wanted to ruffle some feathers. Just for fun, He was already not liked much by many of his peers. There were only a few individuals who seemed to actually like him and his company. He was growing bored of that and even being at the commune, though he would never say these things out loud. He tried to be discreet but was given away by the metal on his costume.

"You look like Hell Mi Amigo!" He began, trying to make light of the situation.

“I'm not really in the mood for anything right now Toni” Teddy shifted in his seat. He took a sip from his glass trying not to give Toni the attention he wanted. “What do you want?” Shit.

Toni shrugged “Nothing, just wanted to check on a fellow Huntsville resident. We have to look out for each other.“ He patted Teddy back. ”We've both been stuck here a lot longer than most of these people“ He then sat back on his stool, slumping almost and crossed his arms. “I can't believe I'm about to say this but I finally agree with Kirby.” Teddy furrowed his brows at him in disbelief. Was Toni sick? Was he in trouble? Was the world ending again? Teddy was already annoyed. Now it was growing at the mention of Kirby and the commune.

“you shouldn't move into the commune…” Toni finally said simply. “Can't have you panicking at the sight of Kirby and Knightly all the time now can't we?” His smile was smug. Of course he had seen Teddy's Panic Attack. Teddy tightened the grip on his glass.

“Though, now we know why you shouldn't move in, now we need to figure out why Kirby doesn't Want you to move in” He tilted his head “Do they know how upset you get by just seeing them with someone else?” Teddy shook his head looking down at his glass “hmm well maybe deep down they know you're too sensitive to see all the HookUps they get themselves wrapped up in '' Teddy downed the rest of his drink. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He was still recovering from the panic attack. His mind was still a bit foggy, he was exhausted and the drink he had wasn't helping. However it made the pain of the heartbreak bearable.

”Kirby can hook up with whoever the fuck they want to…“ He snipped with a groan and Toni shook his head. “I’m not his keeper.” Teddy regretted the words as she spoke them. 

“And that is what a good friend does. Put their feelings above everyone else's” He praised with a soft smile. “you're always so selfless, Teddy. Unlike Kirby, Just so selfish and a bad friend…..” That snapped Teddy back. He raised a brow at Toni. he turned to face him sitting up to make himself bigger than Toni. Which wasn’t hard to do. But he was on the defense.

“I think you best stop talking” Sure Teddy was upset. He would never speak poorly of Kirby. They were a good friend to Teddy. And they set a boundary. In turn Teddy respected it, no questions asked. It wasn't his boundary to question nor was it any of Toni's business.

“You're a grown man Teddy and your life is being dictated by someone in their 20s!” The pain hit Toni before he realized what was happening. Teddy was suddenly a lot taller, Toni's jaw stung and the inside of his mouth suddenly felt warm. Teddy had actually punched him. Took a good ole swing at him and knocked him to the ground.

”how fucking dare you Toni!“ teddy barked, looming over Toni as he stood up to his full height. ”We've both told you to fuck off multiple times! Now stop psychoanalyzing our friendship!“ Toni propped himself up on his elbows spitting blood from his mouth. ”It's so painfully obvious you have feelings for them.“ He rolled his eyes. ”You'll Only Keep getting hurt Teddy. The more their body count increases the more your confidence decreases.“ He spat. ”Look at me and tell me I'm wrong Teddy. As everyday passes you worry it's never going to happen for you two or something is going to get in the way.” He smirked ” With people like Me, Knightley, and Z to hook up with at the commune, why did you really think they would pick Just you? You’re nothing special”

Teddy picked Toni up with ease and carried him over to a nearby building and pinned him to the wall. Yes, maybe Teddy knew deep down he wasn't good enough for Kirby. Knightley was the stable, more practical choice. Even Z was a better choice for Kirby. But TONI? This sad excuse for a leader? Second in command? even Teddy was beginning to question him. He had to be lying just to get under his skin. A way to get Teddy to admit his feelings for Kirby.

"Toni you lift like paper, I'll throw you in the trash like paper too if you don't SHUT. UP." He warred letting go of the man finally turning to walk away. But Toni never listened very well.

 "It wasn't all that difficult to hook up with them...Kirby certainly knows what he wants. More than I can say for you...." Teddy didn't hesitate and took one final blow at Toni hitting him in the nose before walking away and leaving him to suffer alone.

#musings (teddy and Toni) #thread (teddy and Toni) #tw: violence #tw: Blood #Tw: Physical violence

[sovietpostcards]

some of common genders neutral second names that most my trans friends used are женя/jenia and саша/sasha (exactly these diminutive forms in the docs) if you wanna keep it russian

but it’s ok to choose english ones (teddy, charlie, robin, tony, etc) if you give excuse of “artistic nickname”. lots of local but non-russian names are kinda gender neutral, at least to russian ear, like алтын/altun, ариэль/ariel, фарах/farah, etc.

ty for letting me ramble :^)

You're welcome to ramble anytime :)

Yeah, Женя and Саша make sense. Too bad there are very few of those names in Russian, that work as both male and female names (and never in full forms).

I saw this post on tumblr the other day, a facebook thread full of (US) girls named with guys names like Owen or Bryce. Try to imagine a Russian woman named Mikhail! Or Dmitry!

#asks

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 33:  The Warehouse

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Maria hill & Tony stark, Maria Hill & Reader, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff, Thor odinson & Bruce banner, Steve rogers & Tony Stark, Maria Hill & Avengers, JARVIS & Tony stark, FRIDAY & Tony stark

Summary: flashback, Avengers arrives in the warehouse, tony meets someone for the first time Warning: Flashback Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

You were exhausted.

It was a few weeks after The Mandarin destroyed your childhood home, and you had spent hours attempting to fix up something you'd retrieved from the rubble.

A stuffed bear.

It was your lunch break and you were huddled behind a desk on the SHIELD helicarrier with an empty coffee cup, a very messy lab, and a tablet playing a YouTube video on how to sew. You'd think that being one of the top engineers at the top spy agency in the world would grant knowledge on basic sewing ability.

Nope.

You were hunched over the table with a tiny needle in one hand and the tiny thread in the other. Your eyes were narrowed and your hands were trembling as you tried desperately to thread it correctly.

"All I want..." You muttered, attempting it again. "Is to fix... This damn ear!"

You sighed in exasperation as you yet again missed the eye of the needle.

As you dropped everything out of frustration, the door to the lab opened with a ping and Hill walked in. She had a cafeteria tray in her hands which consisted of an apple, a bottle of water, a main meal, and a side of cake.

She knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't eat unless reminded, and the fact that the only wrappers in the room were instant coffee ones, her worries were justified. Not to mention she was certain that Fury wouldn't approve if his star engineer wound up starving to death.

"Hi." You mumbled.

She couldn't resist a smile. "Rough day?"

"The roughest."

She walked over and set the tray down on the only vacant bit of table left over. As she caught sight of your tablet playing the sewing video, she arched a brow.

"The Director really wasn't kidding."

You lifted your head slightly to glance at her. "Hmm?"

"Sewing For Dummies." She read aloud.

"Oh." You dropped your head again. "I can make an AI, I can solve the most complex sums and equations, and I can maintain any kind of engine, but I can't thread a goddamn needle."

"Nobody's perfect."

"But how hard can it be? I mean, sewing is sewing!"

"Yeah, it is kinda embarrassing." She teased. "You're a genius and you're beaten by a thread."

You playfully glared. "Shut up."

"Hey, it's fine. Let me."

"What, you think you can do it?"

"I know I can."

You scoffed. "Bit cocky there, Agent."

Hill teased you with a smile once more before shooing you out of the chair. You grumbled about it but pulled up another chair from one of the other desks anyway.

"Eat." Your friend told you, motioning to the tray she'd brought in.

You sat down with a huff. "Yes, Mom."

She ignored the mumble and picked up the thread you were trying to tame. She licked her thumb and index finger before gently placing them over the end to ensure that no stray bits stuck out. You watched intently the entire time, munching on the cake.

"This the bear you mentioned to Director Fury?" She asked.

You nodded.

"What's the story?"

You held up a finger and swallowed your current mouthful before explaining.

"It belonged to Pepper. She loved it, and she's probably heartbroken. I found it in the rubble a couple weeks back."

Hill picked up the needle next, bringing it to her eye level. "Heartbroken is a strong word for a teddy bear."

"It's the only suitable one." You shrugged. "It's only a bear but it's been everywhere. Pepper's had it since she was little and kept it in Malibu with us."

"I see. Sorry about Malibu, by the way. It can't be easy."

"No, it's... It's not." You slouched in your chair as memories started filling your head again. "Even though it didn't feel like home, it still meant more to me than I realized. There were ups and downs and fights and laughs and I experienced all my firsts in that place. I even discovered SHIELD there."

"Yeah? How'd that happen? Stark?"

"Nah, Dad didn't tell me. I found my grandpa's old journals, though. Howard. He talked about being recruited for the SSR and founding SHIELD and marrying my grandma having my dad. I never met him, but I felt like I knew him. Actually found the warehouse files in that hidden box, too."

Hill paused what she was doing. "The warehouse? I thought you just found it?"

You stopped eating, realizing the slip up.

You could attempt a lie. You did a lot of it growing up and you seemed to have a knack for it. Still, this was Maria. She was probably the only person from work that you considered a genuine friend. She would probably detect a lie instantly anyway.

"Sorry." You apologized. "Might have bent the truth a little."

She didn't seem mad or anything. Just curious.

"Howard had a file on the warehouse then." She stated.

"Yeah, sorry. Apparently it's a Stark thing, hoarding secrets."

"I had noticed."

"Again, sorry."

"What was it for? The warehouse?"

"Just storage, I think. But there was something else."

You moved the food tray to grab a remote and tilted it towards the ceiling, hitting a button and watching as a screen slid down.

"Movie night?" Hill joked. "What's next, a romantic dinner?"

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Next week, sweetheart."

You waited until the screen was fully down.

"FRIDAY." You called. "Turn off the lights and bring up Project U.N.Y.S.B."

-

Tony sat quietly in the quintet.

He was focused solely on the ground as his thoughts were consumed with your last words. Even though he had only heard it once, the entire will seemed to be stuck in his head. He didn't have anything better to do on the flight other than analyze it.

The Avengers were each doing their own thing as music played through the speakers. While Tony was thinking, Natasha was co-piloting the jet with Hill as Steve talked to them about where they were going, Bruce had his own music and was listening intently to his headphones, Clint was apparently passed out on the other bench, and Thor was watching the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

Tony gradually tried to move his mind away from your words and attempted to look at a photo nearby. It was the photo of you posing like him that he had found a few days ago. It was resting on top of your SHIELD uniform right beside the medals they had awarded you.

It was hard to imagine you that happy. All he'd ever known was your anger and resentment. Sixteen years of frowns and tantrums. The only genuine smile he could vividly remember was the one you gave him on the day you died.

"Hey, Tony?"

He tore his eyes away from the picture and found Steve now sitting next to him. He nodded to acknowledge the captain.

"We've got an ETA of three minutes." Steve told him. "Agent Hill said we'd be there in no time."

As he said this, Natasha switched off the music. Clint shot up immediately.

"I was listening to that!" He whined.

She smirked. "Sorry, princess."

"Come on, that was a good song."

"Were you really listening?" Tony questioned with both an amused and genuinely curious tone. "You looked dead."

Clint pouted. "It's called beauty sleep."

"Ah. Right. You might want to clock in another decade, Aurora."

After the comment, he slouched back against the wall of the jet, glancing over at the picture again. Steve noticed and followed his gaze, a sympathetic expression on his features.

"You doing okay?" He asked.

The other man simply shrugged.

"It's still hard to believe." Steve confessed. "Ellen was just... Sorry, I mean (Y/n). She was so... Normal."

Tony scoffed in amusement. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know. She's your kid so I guess I expected... A lot."

"Gee, thanks, Cap."

"No offense. When I met her as Ellen she was kind. And generous. She made it a mission to help me feel at home when I woke up. I guess I just didn't expect that. From anyone, really."

"What'd she do?"

"She improved the suit. Made it modern but kept to the original design. She got me one of those tablet things for drawing, too. She always stopped to talk to me when we passed in hallways."

"So that's where it came from." Tony mused, having wondered about the suit for quite some time now. "She was right there the whole time."

"Yeah... She was amazing."

The other man eyed his friend. "You didn't have a thing for her, did you?"

"No!" Steve sat even straighter, his eyes wide. "I wouldn't, Tony."

Although he spoke the truth, it wasn't the whole truth. After running into you several times and having lengthy conversations about many different things, there had been a moment or two when Steve couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he had built up the courage to ask you out for dinner or a drink. Luckily he hadn't, especially since Tony probably would have killed him for it.

"Just making sure." Tony said. "How are you doing, by the way? Improved much?"

Knowing he meant the injuries from the Triskelion, Steve nodded. "Good as new."

"Great. Sorry to hear about Barnes. I guess HYDRA really gets off on ruining lives, huh?"

"Yeah, sure seems like it."

"You gonna go out and find him?"

"I've got to. He's my best friend and he's... He's lost. I gotta help him."

"No, I get it. Good luck."

"Thanks."

Just then, Hill stood from her seat. She turned to address them all.

"We're almost there." She said. "(Y/n)'s place should be visible through the window."

Tony was the first to stand.

Through the dissipating clouds he could spot what appeared to be a very old warehouse building sitting next to a gorgeous lake. There were even more buildings among it, three main ones and several smaller ones dotted around.

All of these structures were bordering a luscious clearing of towering grass and a driveway system. Furthermore, behind all of this was what appeared to be a thick forest decorated with hundreds of trees. There were murmurs from all of the Avengers as they each took in the place.

Thor was particularly amazed by all the greenery. "Lady (Y/n) left such a majestic place?"

"Majestic isn't the word I'd use." Clint commented, eyeing the wild lawn especially.

"Looks pretty good for abandoned." Bruce argued. "It's quiet."

"Peaceful." Steve agreed. "What do you think, Tony?"

Tony was subconsciously smiling a little as he observed the grounds and the lake. True, it was overgrown, but it was actually a nice place from an aerial view.

"It's nice." Was all he managed to say.

It was a simple review, but the others could hear the emotion behind it.

"I bet it was a SHIELD base." Clint guessed. "Abandoned, obviously."

Natasha took a moment to consider the warehouse as well. "Some rich guy's place."

"Hospital." Bruce said. "It's big enough."

"Some kind of training ground?" Steve also guessed.

Tony didn't put in an answer, he continued to just watch as the buildings drew closer.

It was hard to believe that after half a decade of searching, you could have just been Upstate the entire time. It was actually a big knock down to him. Years of looking all over the country and you were a matter of miles away.

How didn't he notice something?

"You're both right." Hill said, looking to both Clint and Natasha. "Agent Romanoff, care to take over?"

"Got it." Natasha nodded, taking control over the jet.

"There's another clearing just past the stacks."

With the landing being taken care of, Hill moved to a different spot, typing in a code on a keypad. After taking confirmation, a blue outline appeared in the wall which soon revealed a hidden compartment. From inside this she took out a tablet of some kind.

"Stark." She called, getting the man's attention. "Take a look at this."

Tony walked over as she projected the tablet screen into a hologram. Everyone watched curiously as the title 'Project U.N.Y.S.B.' appeared.

"What's this?" Tony questioned. "A new design? A mission? SHIELD sex tape?"

She gave him a look. "No. U.N.Y.S.B. goes with the warehouse. Upstate New York Stark Warehouse Base. It's got everything about this place inside."

"So what's the story?"

"The warehouse was being renovated decades back by Howard Stark before it was abandoned when he died."

Various reactions were shown.

Nastasha victoriously punched Clint's shoulder and he in turn muttered something about owing twenty bucks on a technicality, Steve was genuinely surprised to find out that his old friend owned the place, Thor of course didn't know the significance of the name so couldn't have much of a reaction, and Bruce was pleasantly surprised too. Tony, on the other hand, found himself both bewildered and shocked.

His dad owned it? How? For how long? Why this place? How could you have just happened to stumble upon it?

"Did (Y/n) know?" He asked. "Is that why she came here?"

"All I know is what she told me." Hill shrugged. "She was thirteen, found a box in your library from Howard's stuff."

"Why didn't she tell me?"

"Apparently you were busy with... Other things. It was one the few things she took when she disappeared."

Tony went silent. He knew that 'busy' meant he had simply just neglected you. Looking back he hated himself even more. He wished he could tell his past self to just put away all the damn inventions and listen to you for once. He wasn't his dad's biggest fan either, but nowadays he wouldn't have minded looking through it all with you.

Before he could ask anything else, Nastaha successfully landed the jet.

It felt like an age before the door finally opened onto a grassy clearing.

It was slightly more trimmed in this part of the warehouse estate. The trees were more scarce and they could only just see the sparkle of the lake from over the tips of the small mounds of greenery. The smell of the outdoors was actually very appealing, too.

"Follow me." Hill instructed, leading already.

The Avengers - for once - did as they were told, and promptly followed her towards the largest of the buildings. As they made their way across the clearing, she also pointed out the smaller structures, labeling them as storage and advising them to not mix up the buildings.

Finally, they reached the main entrance.

"Ready?" She asked, the question mostly directed at Tony.

He took in a sharp breath and shrugged. "Do we get a choice?"

With that confirmation, Hill revealed a key from inside her bag and slotted it into the door.

"So, my old man owned this place?" Tony clarified.

"Yeah."

"And now (Y/n) wants us to have it?"

"It's what she put in the will. She thought you could make better use out of it than an old storage compound."

He nodded and remained silent, simply watched as the door finally opened. He couldn't help but wonder what your life was like here. Did you enjoy it? Were you ever scared? How long exactly did you stay there? What was it like for you going constantly between here and Queens? Why did his father build this place?

The first room was dark.

Too dark.

As the slither of light expanded to reveal more of the cream walls and rough floor, something small emerged from the darkness, glowing and making the sound of a low groan as it approached.

Thor immediately went on the defensive, Mjölnir grasped tightly in his hand. Without warning he threw the mighty hammer in the direction of the glowing and groaning and a loud shatter followed suit, many of the other individuals jumping at the crash. With a slight thruming sound, the hammer returned.

Now with the door fully open, the source of the noise was revealed. In a pile of rubble - bits and pieces still sparking - looked what appeared to be a tiny robot.

"The oppressor has been defeated." Thor declared.

Hill turned to him with a deadpan look. "That's a cleaning bot."

He frowned. "A cleaning... Bot?"

"(Y/n) made a few to keep the place in check when she was away."

Clint smirked. "Impressive, big guy. The oppressive cleaner has been defeated."

Natasha smirked. "Really saved us there, Thor."

Thor didn't care about their teasing, but he instead looked to Tony. "My apologies, Stark. Allow me to clean the mess."

"No need." Hill told him. "Like I said, (Y/n) made a dozen different models."

True enough, four more cleaning bots appeared from slots in the wall. Each one was a different color - blue, red, orange, and pink - and made their way over to the mess of their predecessor. They simply formed a circle around the mess and all at once vacuumed it up as if nothing happened.

"Cute." Bruce commented.

"You knew about these." Tony stated, looking at Hill. "Have you been here before?"

The woman shrugged. "After (Y/n) told me about it. She showed me around a few times."

"Any tourist activities you recommend?"

"Just take it all in. As much time as you need."

Hill knew FRIDAY was around somewhere but she didn't want to tell him about that just yet. She thought it would be better for him to discover it himself.

-

The group had split up shortly after arriving at the compound.

Natasha had found her way into what appeared to be an old gym of sorts. It was well lit due to the wall-high windows on one side of the room and a lot of the equipment looked like it had been used recently, by Hill or by you she didn't know exactly.

The room itself seemed split into rows, each one with a different kind of equipment such as legs, arms, weights, and gymnastics etc. Natasha passed these rows curiously until she came to a door. Opening this, she was pleasantly surprised to find a shooting range.

She wondered why you would have one to yourself if you worked for SHIELD. Agents were of course required to use the SHIELD ranges for their training, but it was an elective for the engineers and scientists also. It was still useful, though, and she could already see herself spending some time there to brush up on her skills.

She moved towards a further back room and found the weapon storage. Among this was also a set of suits.

For her.

There was a white one labeled 'The Winter Widow', and a black one just like her usual suit named 'The Spare.'

Natasha couldn't help but smirk.

-

Steve had wound up on the other side of the main building, crossing some red tape that blocked the area off.

It was a large space covered by dust and grime, most likely part of the warehouse that you hadn't touched. It was extremely spacious, too. Perhaps it could be renovated into a series of bedrooms or offices, perhaps even a debriefing room for their missions.

-

Bruce had found a lounge, or at least the potential for one.

You hadn't done much to the original space, but a few red couches and coffee tables had been dragged into the area and made up to look like a living room. However, it wasn't this arrangement that intrigued him, it was a framed picture beside the television that had been set up.

After moving closer and putting on his glasses he realized that it was himself and you in the picture. He gently lifted it up and caught sight of his own signature glinting in the dim light. You had asked for it during your first meeting if he remembered correctly.

He also noted objects from later interactions that had also been signed such as a 'besties 4 life' mug and a copy of his very first dissertation on gamma radiation.

Bruce found himself smiling as he set the picture back down. Even if it had been a while, he was still grateful that you spoke to him about science instead of The Hulk like everyone else wanted to.

"Pop Tarts!" A sudden shout exclaimed.

Bruce, startled, turned around to see that Thor had joined him in the lounge area and was now looking through the kitchen side of the room.

"These Midgardian kitchens are a wonder!" The god continued to exclaim, shaking the box vigorously. "Lady (Y/n) has excellent taste!"

He quickly proceeded to rip open the box and take out the first packet, his eyes alight with excitement. During this little moment, he locked eyes with Bruce who was still watching in silence.

"Are they not free?" He questioned.

Bruce raised a brow. "I mean... (Y/n) said the place was ours."

Soon enough, more of the cleaning bots from before had shown up to hastily sweep away the crumbs at Thor's feet.

-

Clint, contrary to the rest of his team, had strayed from the central buildings. He headed over to the place he imagined to be a hangar. There was no particular reason why, he was just intrigued to see if you'd made use of the space. From the outside it looked like an abandoned pool house or another storage unit. Hill hadn't mentioned it, probably another reason he was interested in seeing inside.

The entrance was a pair of sliding doors. He pulled them both aside and let the light stream in. Other than the parts the outside illuminated, it was pitch black.

"Should've paid your bills, Little Stark." He remarked, stepping inside.

He used the flashlight from his cell phone to light the place up and look for a switch. Thankfully, there was one. Once it was flipped, blinds covering all the windows began to flip and lift up slowly.

Clint winced a little from the direct light. However, once his eyes adjusted, he was stunned by what had now appeared in the room.

"Holy... Shit." He grinned.

-

Tony had found Howard's journals.

It was the very same box that you had stumbled upon over a decade beforehand. While the rest of the team explored, he had spent the hour reading entry after entry until finally he was at the last one.

December 2nd, 1991 Electricity is a work in progress.

The warehouse compound is still under construction while Maria and I look for the new interiors.

The medical wing needs more gurneys.

Perhaps we could turn the west wing building into a library or pool. Might be nice.

It's a nice place to retire. H.S

Tony could tell that from the date alone that it was the last entry. Exactly two weeks later, Howard and Maria Stark would die in a car accident.

Tony missed his mother just as much as he missed you. His dad, on the other hand, was a very complicated situation. He didn't know much love growing up but even after all of that, Howard was still the man who raised him. Of course a part of Tony would always mourn. Still, he also knew that his rough upbringing was also his own fault. He was a difficult son, he was aware, and he wished he could change it. Perhaps in another life things were different and he had both parents and his little girl back.

"Mr. Stark?" JARVIS spoke up.

Tony quickly closed the journal, putting it back with the other ones.

"What's up?" He asked aloud.

"Forgive me for the intrusion, but I detect a familiar presence nearby." The AI explained.

"Oh?"

"I believe the source to be the room named 'Laboratory - Lair of Genius', approximately two minutes walk away."

"How fun. We love ominous presences."

Tony pushed the box to the side as he got to his feet and started walking. The corridor was dark, but just bright enough to navigate.

"What's that familiar presence exactly?" He asked.

"Another artificial intelligence, I believe." JARVIS told him.

Before long, Tony stopped at the door his friend had mentioned and saw a plague stuck to it with the name and your initials inside. Was it your vacation room? A hobby house?

With his heart pounding, he pushed open the door.

Inside was a room that was both messy yet organized, much like his own rooms back home. In one corner was an area dedicated to plans and prints. It had a couple of tables pushed together and the surface was dotted with blueprints and rough sketches of potential projects or inventions.

In another corner was a laundry basket overflowing with clothes. Some were also scattered on the floor among shoes and different kinds of cloth. Hidden among all of this litter was a certain file labeled 'ULTRON' that he hadn't noticed yet.

A tall mannequin stood beside the couch/bed as well. It was dressed in a white suit, much like Natasha's black one. There was a chest of drawers by that too which contained headphones, weapons that looked magnet-operated (like when Steve's shield returned to him during the fight), stationary that was probably a little more lethal than it looked, and a dozen bullet casings.

Tony only glanced at this, however, as his attention was instead drawn to a notebook that lay open in the lab area of the room. It was a calendar with schedules and dates marked down for various projects you had been working on, as well as parts of the compound that needed fixing or improving.

Tony had mixed feelings about it all, both in awe of your workload and dedication but also concerned since it looked like a hell of a lot packed into one. Your sleep schedule couldn't have been healthy.

He observed the rest of the lab area and noticed a switched off computer blinking red.

Tony put it aside for that moment and turned on the computer. Instead of just the power light, the entire screen flashed brightly. A form of scanning technology seemed to assess the entire room - and himself - before it turned green and disappeared. The next thing he knew, a hologram resembling a sound bar filled the room.

"Hello, Mr. Stark." It greeted in a female automated voice

Tony raised a brow, intrigued. "Hey..."

"My name is FRIDAY. I'm the artificial intelligence created by Miss (Y/n) Stark. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

#tony stark #ironman #tony stark x daughter!reader #stark! daughter #steve rogers #captain america #maria hill #bruce bannner #hulk #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #black widow #clint barton #hawekeye #mcu #marvel #avengers

[huntsvillehq]

The last day of the Faire, the sky was overcast, with rumbles of thunder in the far distance. As Mayor Nat stepped up to the podium set up in front of town hall, a small crowd gathered to hear the announcement. She proceeded to declare Pandora Flowers as the winner of the costume contest, and withdrew the sword to present to the winner of the tournament, Morgan Vovk.

Before she could, though, Quinn Buckley from the commune ran up on stage and grabbed the microphone from the podium.

“Listen! You have to listen. This, all of this, is because of a being far greater than us! It sent the creatures from the woods to test us! To separate the weak from the strong. It judges us because it wants us to be ready before it reveals itself. We have to listen! We have to—“

Sheriff Henry attempted to take the microphone from her, but she struggled against him, still shouting into the microphone.

“It’s real! I felt its presence! Those that listen will be saved!”

Thunder rumbled, closer than before, much closer. A loud crack of lightning illuminated the sky, blindingly bright. Beyond the clouds, briefly visible in that split second, loomed a shape, unrecognizable and massive, both bulbous and gangly. As quickly as it appeared it was gone, and what remained was the sizzling body of Tristan Wilde, struck by the lightning. The sky opened up, then, as thunder boomed directly above, and rain and hail pelted the town.

“It’s there! You all saw it! It’s real! We have to submit!” Quinn wailed, as Henry attempted to pull her off the stage. “I can prove it! I can walk amongst them untouched! I’ve been chosen! You can be chosen too!”

Her cries fell away in the deafening downpour, and those that had gathered scattered to find shelter in the nearest buildings. Whether or not they saw something or, if they did, if they believe what they saw, remains to be seen.

The storm raged on through the night, as the creatures wandered the streets unperturbed by the rain and hail. The lights of the town flickered and then, as lightning staggered across the sky, everything went dark.

(Those that ran to find shelter found themselves stuck for the night. Below you’ll find the (randomly selected) groups. You can choose for your characters to have seen the shape in the sky, to have not seen it, or to have seen it and not believe it.

Everyone can continue/finish their event threads, as all this took place on the final day of the Faire (the 29th). You may also time-jump threads, headcanon threads, or make new threads for the plot drop. The event officially ends on August 5th, at which time please do not make any more event starters, however you can continue all threads until completion.)

Town Hall

Aslan “Dodger” Ozdemir Bocephus “Beau” Romero Birdie Tilton Cain Barlowe Eagan Connolly Emma “Em” Dunford Evangeline Cruz Falco Romero Fletcher Cole Helena Theriot Hex Sif-Sidon Jessica Sinclair Kirby Louis Ryan Nickleby “Nick” Dalton Ocean Quinn Odette Abbott Olivia Hart Poppy Sarasa Prudence “Pru” Wheaton Ransome “Rance” Slade Saffron Aubert Scout Garcia Sierra Nevada Starlynn Flowers

Fire Station

Absinthe Capone Arachne Arthur “Arty” Drake Conrad Greene Corvin Delancey DJ Cruz-Dutton Harlow Cole Hawthorne “Hawk” Romero Izan Castillo Katarina “Rini” Roberts Lachlan Ramirez Logan Ferguson Lorcan Hara Luciana “Lucy” Rivera Mercy Wainwright Pandora “Andy” Flowers Phoenix Romero-Sawyer Rainn Scott Reggie Alson Ricardo Reider Ruben Hobbes Samantha “Sammie” Thompson Sebastian Keane Tae-Hyun Cho Theodore “Teddy” Collins Zain Madan

Police Station

Andrew Richardson Antonio “Toni” Estrada, Jr. Celia Ortega Elijah Atkins Emrys Rosser Finn Cunningham Halley McGillivray Hunter Hilton Jahi Karim Jane Doe Jareth Reid Kestrel Sideris Lincoln Abernathy Luke Matthews Mateo Suarez Morgan Vovk Pascal Mendoza Quinn Buckley Salem Salazar Vincent Lewis Violet Beauregarde William Monroe Wolf Lykaios Zachary Ryan Zarina West

Huntsville Bank

Alexander “Xander” Garcia Cabell “Cab” McCay Cassius Romero Catherine Wayne Christopher Winters Briana Ryan Dahlia Cruz-Dutton Frances “Frankie” Wallace Gabriel “G” Westfall Genesis “Sissy” Boone Harvey Langston Josie Reigh Mallard “Duck” Romero Mason Greene Maya Rae Mylene Karimi Raj Aiyangar Raphael Knightley Riley Saunders Sandra Quispe Sare Holmes Sasha Medvedev Spencer Holmes Valeria “Val” Moreno Wylie Bateman

Post Office

Avery Cowling Benjamin Cade Bowie Bardot Bram Williams Carter Behrens Cassandra “Cassie” Slade Eilana Kapur Freya Atkins Guillermo “Mo” Reyes Jasmine “Minnie” Sinclair Lennon Davies Leo Brockton Liam Jefferson Matthew Walker Mia Vazquez Monet Vogel Nathaniel Dawson Ondine Konar Paloma Ortiz Reed Hendrix Silas “Cyan” Canne Tari Park Wren Romero Xavier Cade Zoë Clark

Huntsville Library

Artemis Hayes Axel Addams Calloway “Cal” de la Luna Casey Nestor Claire Forbes Clara Jones Finch Sanders Floyd Blackward Hank McGillivray Iniya Beckett Ivy Oberon James “Jamie” Brennan Jeconiah “Jack” Abbott Jett Liu Kieran “KB” Barnes Michael “Mikey” Beauregarde Nicolas Garcia Parker Russo Peter “Rusty” Craven Peyton Wilson Reza Kogoya Roman Forest Rosemary “Rose” Felton Sicilia “Lia” Flowers Tamaraa Jillian “Jill” Adler

#huntsvilleevent03 #huntsvilleplotdrop03 #huntsvilleplotdrop

[daltonfleming4]

hermes mini kelly 5

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#hermes mini kelly #mini kelly bag #mini kelly #mini kelly 2 #mini kelly ii

[tricksandhoes]

Rant because I can

Saw a post thread talking about how they're confused to why most people are excited for Loki to be in the pride month young avengers reunion(Also the MCU. But like MCU are cowards They would never add kid Loki's and ikol's arcs to the MCU so Loki won't actually join the team what ever or if he would be would be an alternative universe where kid Loki is a good guy)

redemption arcs are fun and I need Loki to get one with them. He's already with the good guys and he have helped save earth many times. what's stopping us from getting a Young avengers one??The drama is gonna be so much fun because like he would have to help many times.

It's not our fault you're not as updated with Loki as us. Nor is it our fault if you just don't care even if he got himself killed protecting Billy or teddy or helped so many times because you're the type who would never forgive people that's on you not us.

Reading comics have become harder and harder for me lately because like I'm all about relationships and everyone is on a team. Loki is the only one that works alone which isn't Fair. If Tony can be on the avengers and have a team so can Loki.

Loki being in a queer comic short is a win to Loki bisexual and genderfluid fans it means we have aserted his place as one of us.

do you know how rare Loki content is??? You would think judging by how popular he is he would be everywhere but nope. Of course we're excited we need more of him wouldn't you be excited if your fav appeared in a new comic?

#agent!loki #comics loki #loki agent of asgard #loki goddess of stories #young avengers #Marvel voices #Genderfuild Loki #Loki 616 #616 loki #agent of asgard #Loki comics #Marvel comics #616

[sitp-recs]

Get to know me game

Thank you @thedrarrylibrarian for the tag :) whoever’s reading this is more than welcome to @ me and join this thread!

Three ships: Harry/Draco, Harry/Teddy, Peter/Tony

First ship: probably Usagi/Seiya from SM, my 9yo heart was already gone for wlw and star-crossed lovers :’)

Favorite color: purple

Currently reading: nothing, I’m on a break at the moment

Last series: Hawkeye, maybe? Idk, I haven’t watched a lot of TV lately…

Sweet, savoury or spice: Savoury

Currently working on: sorting out my life lol being an adult sucks, I don’t recommend

Bonus niche or interest gripe: I grew up watching anime - good old Locomotion played a major role in my formative years - and imo the new ones are nowhere near as good. Btw I love anime soundtracks, I got obsessed with Utada Hikaru thanks to Inuyasha and never stopped following her, she’s one of my favourite artists

#get to know me game

[spideyspeaches]

hi!! i've never done this before, can i request something about birthday with peter? it's my birthday tomorrow and my cousin cancel her plans to go to my house and i'm so sad rn :(( thank u so much!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧ *:･ﾟ Clearing out my inbox: peter parker *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: Happy birthday dear July babe!!! ahhh

Warnings: this is shit lmao

WC: 0.8k

Masterlist

Being the baby of the avengers along with your boyfriend came with it’s perks and cons.

Perks being you they were always compliant to your requests, never questioned your shenanigans and were always understanding of your problems. There were cons too, but the perks overpowered them.

You were coddled to the point where you wouldn't hesitate to call yourself a spoilt brat. You wanted a Gucci belt to spite Flash Thomspon? Just ask and you got it. Wanted a reservation in that expensive ass Italian restaurant to celebrate your anniversary with Peter? You didn’t even have to ask.

You loved the constant attention, and when you didn’t get any? You locked yourself in your room with a pout and the room blacked out. Literally.

A little dramatic, but that’s what you get for being raised in a rich household.

It was your birthday today, so you were hoping for a “surprise” visit from the avengers at midnight, maybe cuddles and a kiss or two from your boyfriend, but it was nearly afternoon and none of them had come to even greet you in the morning. The absence of any of your family left a sour taste in your mouth, emotions bubbling in your throat in a way that made you clench your jaw, clutching the pink teddy bear Peter had got for you to your chest, trying not to sob.

It was partially your fault though. You had locked yourself in your room, asking FRIDAY to not let anyone in your room due to the fight you had the day before. You had shouted at Tony and Steve for letting Peter get injured during the mission. It wasn’t their fault, and you felt guilty at yelling for them, but that didn’t condone them to forgetting your birthday altogether! Besides, you had apologized, didn't you?

Sniffing, you buried your head in the soft plush, sniffing the smell of Peter’s detergent that came from the teddy. You always washed it at May’s, so it always smelled like him.

“FRIDAY?” You ask softly, “where’s everybody?”

“The team is currently residing on the common floor, should I ask for anyone’s assistance?”

Nodding, you wiped the snot from the back of your hand, “Can you call Peter?”

"Affirmative mini boss." She answered.

"Thanks FRI." You smiled. You could always count on her to make you smile. You had quite a lot of memories with the AI, having met her during the downfall of JARVIS.

~~~

"Hey FRI, is she okay?" Tony asked, fidgeting with his hands as he looked around.

"Miss Stark is asking for Mister Parker." She replied, making Tony raise an eyebrow at Peter, who blushed when he saw Tony staring at him, the ornament falling from his grip.

"Has she initiated blackout?" Peter asked, cursing when FRIDAY confirmed.

"Go get her kid, we'll do the rest of the decorations." Bucky said, nudging him to fall off the stool. Nodding, Peter walked towards your room, checking on Steve's cake on his way.

"No funny business though!" Tony shouts, rolling his eyes when Peter shrugged with a smirk.

Sighing, Peter gave his fingerprint, the door opening with a click. He heard you stifle a sniffle, the dark room taking a moment to adjust as he saw your hunched figure.

Grimacing, he sat next to You, silently wrapping his hands around your shoulder as you flopped on him.

"Hey," he said softly, rubbing your shoulders.

"Hey yourself!" You huffed, pushing him away. Pursing his lips, he thought you closer to him, pecking your lips softly as your hand threaded through his hair. Stifling a moan, he let go of your face, tracing your face with his thumb.

"Shh, I'm sorry okay? How about I make it up?" He smirks, shifting you so you were on his lap.

"Birthday sex doesn't sound so bad." You said, nodding your head in a mocking way.

Laughing, he booped your nose and kissed it softly, "yeah maybe later. Come on, I've got something for you."

"Is it a surprise birthday party?" You asked innocently, "come on I've seen enough movies!"

Stopping in his tracks, he looked at you with wide eyes,"well is there any use in denying?"

"Not really."

Smiling, you gripped his biceps as you trudged out of the room, the sudden lights blinding as everyone shouted "Happy birthday!" On top of their lungs in chorus.

"Thank you guys." You laughed, kissing your dad on his cheeks and hugging everyone in the room.

"Happy birthday kiddo." Tony smiled, ruffling your hair with a fond expression.

"Thanks dad." You smiled, hugging him especially tight.

"Alright I'll leave you now, Parker's been dirty eyeing me all night."

Snickering, you wink at Peter as he rolls his eyes fondly, wrapping his arms around your neck, other around your waist.

"Are you still up for birthday sex?" He asks with a smirk, snickering when you punch his shoulder.

A/N: sorry I kinda half assed this T_T

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker smut #peterparkerblurb #spideygirl writes

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Happily Ever After - 5

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1601

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 5: Farewell to Our Old Life

It was kind of strange how little there was to organize for us regarding our move.  There was packing, but we couldn’t exactly hire a moving truck so it needed to fit in bags that we could carry or it had to stay behind.  That was difficult.  We had had a long time to collect a lot of things we considered precious to us.  The glass artwork that Thor and I had inadvertently made on our honeymoon was the thing I wished we could bring the most.  It would stay in the fountain in the entry and hopefully, we’d come back sometimes and see it.

Thankfully, most of our things were fairly portable.  We also wouldn’t need a lot of clothes because Asgard would provide things more fitting for the palace, and it’s not like we would need any furniture.  Mostly it was just personal effects and tech that Tony wanted to use there.

Other than that it was just letting the doctors know I was leaving, pulling Marya out of school, and organizing the party.

It was still leaning on the stressful side though - especially considering we were still waiting to hear what the rest of the kids were going to do.

Even though Rose and Paul had appeared closest to deciding to come, it was Billy and Teddy who came back to us first with a yes.  They had also said they wanted to do a bonding ceremony when we were there, which added another level of excitement and another level of stress.

Rose and Paul came next.  They said that they would try it out and see.  The concern about their children’s lifespan was a big issue for them, but Paul also said he’d be crazy to give up at least trying to live on Asgard as actual royalty.

As expected it was Eddie who took the longest to decide.  He really did love his job, and I think even with his talk about having children, he, Lyra, and Rory were still right into the rich, young party lifestyle.  He was worried about what they’d lose going to Asgard, rather than focusing on the things he might gain. 

No one pressured him though.  Any questions the three had were answered as honestly as we could and if we didn’t know we’d send word back to Asgard and Loki would come and give the answers they were looking for if at all possible.  Eventually, he decided that he’d give it six months for us to settle and make sure things with Stark Industries and the Avengers was transitioning smoothly given our sudden departure, and then he and his family would join us there to try it out.  He mentioned maybe doing six months on each planet or returning to Earth for a month or two every year, but we were all just glad he was willing to try it out, and his delayed departure from Earth was a good idea.  He even promised to come and visit when his new siblings were born.

When our goodbye party began, the whole family was excited for this new chapter in our lives and sad to say goodbye to the last.

Many of our friends were elderly or had passed on, so the party was going to be a mixture of different people.  Clarke was still around, though Jax had passed a few years ago.  We’d lost Rhodey and Fury, though Hill was still running the day-to-day operations of the Avengers, even in her old age, and Coulson had retired after years as successfully being director of SHIELD.  Vision was the same as ever, and people often came to him for direction when it came to the Avengers.  Carol also hadn’t changed though she still spent more time in space than on Earth.  A lot of the people we had met that had seemed so young when we met them, were all not officially middle-aged.  Even Peter Parker who was only fifteen when I met him was now pushing fifty and had a wife and daughter of his own.

They would all be at the party, including a lot of the new Avengers lineup.  Most of whom were much heavier hitters than any of us, even when we were wielding Mjolnir.  It was definitely going to be sad to say goodbye.

“It’s going to be okay, you know?”  Wanda said, snapping me out of my mini-trance as she ran a brush methodically through my hair.

“No, I know,” I said, tilting my head back.

“Then tell your brain that,” she teased.

I giggled and leaned up and pecked her lips.  “I’m sorry.  I would if I could.  Just hormones I guess.  Feeling stressed.”

“Well, stop it,” she scolded playfully.  “It’s bad for the babies.”

She began to braid my hair and I hummed as her fingertips grazed over my scalp.  “Imagine it though, Elly,” Wanda said.  “All the kids nearby - the new babies.”

“You’re a baby-oholic,” I said, laughing softly.

“It’s true,” she says.  “I am.”

She ran a hand around my side and pressed it on my stomach.  “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said.  “They already have such busy thoughts.”

I looked up at her and I’m not sure whether it was the look of pure and complete love in her eyes or the way the light caught in her hair, but I was struck by how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.  She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.  “I love you too,” she said and picked up a strand of silver wire with black opal and threaded it into my hair.  “All done.”

I stood carefully and straightened out the skirts on my blue lace cocktail dress.  “How do I look?” I asked.

“Perfect as always,” she said.  “Let's go say goodbye to our friends.”

We made our way down to the party deck where the party was only just starting up.  Bruce, Steve, and Clint were all already there, but there was no sign of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Thor, or Bucky.

Some of our kids were there and their kids all played out in the garden atrium that was built on the protruding wing of the tower and the party deck opened out into.  I greeted everyone and as I made my way around the room more people arrived.

Clarke came over and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned and smiled, hugging her tightly.  She had aged well, not as well as I had obviously, but while her face was lined and she was a little frailer looking, she had kept in good shape and she continued to color her hair.  It would be easy to think she was in her early fifties rather than her mid-seventies.  Her eyes were what gave it away.  What had once been vivid violet had faded to pale lavender and were slightly cloudy.  They were heavily lined at the corners, the years having carved deep crevices to mark each time she was happy or sad or angry or worried.  It was still my Clarke though and I was going to miss her.

“I can’t believe you’re not going to be here when these two are born,” she said, indicating to my stomach as we pulled apart.  She was one of the select group of people I would be totally fine with touching my stomach unasked - but she never assumed.  “Where am I going to get my baby kisses from?”

I laughed and shook my head.  “I guess you’ll have to visit me on Asgard.”

“You can do that?”  She asked.

“I mean… I’m the Queen.  I think I can pull some strings,” I teased.

She laughed.  “God, thinking of you as a Queen is such a trip.”

“Hey Auntie Clarke,” Billy said, appearing behind us.  “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Clarke hugged him and looked around.  “It’s been too long.  Where are those kids of yours.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to them,” he looked over at me and narrowed his eyes.  “You go sit down, mom.  You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” I argued, holding up my hands.  “I’m just standing here.”

“Go on,” he said.  “Don’t make me page Dad Tony.”

“Heaven forbid,” I laughed and he wrinkled his nose at me and led Clarke out to the atrium.  I got myself a little plate of appetizers and a glass of punch and went and took a seat.

It wasn’t long until the whole room was teeming with people.  The Avengers had gotten to be a rather large collection of people since the original six had been reluctantly dragged together all those years ago.  Having so many of the people who meant so much to all of us here at the same time couldn’t help but make me think about how I’d first joined this group that would one day be my family.

All those years ago I had been a traumatized woman in her mid-twenties, just trying to get by.  I didn’t have many good friends, because it took a lot for me to trust people.  It took a superhero to get through and with her, so many other people flooded in after.  I was so grateful to them, and so in love with each of them to this day.  It would be hard letting this life of ours go, but it was inevitable.  I still had my 9 chosen people though, and I always would.  I was glad to be taking this next step with them at my side.

// NEXT

#the avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #avengers fanfic #avengers x oc #steve rogers x oc #bucky barnes x oc #tony stark x oc #stucky #clintasha #natasha romanoff x oc #wanda maximoff x oc #clint barton x oc #bruce banner x oc #sam wilson x oc #all caps #thor x oc #thor #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #pregnancy #the tower

[sarcasticfina]

wip tag game

Thanks to @svgurl410 for the tag! :D

rules: I'll post the names of all the files in my wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

only going to do this for my top and most recent fandoms. anything scratched out means they've been asked and answered, links will be provided! :)

harry potter (all marauders!era hermione/james unless tagged otherwise):

another life

baby

girlfriend (hermione/sirius)

hermione black

husband

last hope

lust or love

sentence prompts

sister

pow

soulmate

summon

teddy (hermione/remus)

the girl who (hermione/unclear)

time soul

picture prompts

undead (not marauders era)

unrequited

wolfmate

vampire diaries (all bonnie/damon):

50sentbamon

baby

bamon

basicinstinct

choice

dimension

dribbledrabble

escape

fake-dating

forever

future's past

ghost bonnie

hellscape

hiswitch

humanityswitch

merging worlds

missing

moving on

murdermystery

once more with feeling

prompts

reincarnated

salvaforbes-soul

soul

time

unrequited

mcu (darcy/bucky unless otherwise tagged):

asgarddarcy

blackeye

cover (darcy/steve)

duckywife

extraction drc (darcy gen)

fostermotherdarcy (mostly darcy & natasha)

mattdarcy-soulmate (darcy/matt murdock)

mindreader

portal

reject (darcy/unknown)

rejectedsoul

rejects

resurrect (darcy/steve)

soulmates

stevedarcychildhoodlove (darcy/steve)

threads (darcy gen, or didn't get to a pairing at least)

we'll never die

werewolfducky

what (darcy-gen; non-romantic darcy & tony & nat)

teen wolf (all scott/malia):

0 to 15

halloween fic

maliapeter

body

kira

reincarnated-soulmates

bond

kiss prompts

safe keeping

hale

scalia

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[finitepeace]

this week in my fic reading life: still crying over stony.

this week i’m trying some of the reincarnation trope, peggy carter is tony stark’s mom trope, and age regression trope. 

Past Lives by lookin1080p_feelinVHS

Summary: Tony and Steve get in a fight. Tony thinks Steve would be better off without him but learns that this is not the first time they were together.

1k words, tony having a few flashbacks of stony in their past lives

You take me to Nirvana by Jackttwist  💙

Summary:  "Talk to me" He answered

"You probably want to get to DC qui ck,Stark."

2k words, post CA:TWS hospital conversation between stony 

age after age; forever by theappleppielifestyle

Summary: Steve and Tony are born for the first time as a Prince and his Knight.

The last time they are born, they're Iron Man and Captain America.

2k words, bit flashbacks on stony’s past lives before avengers 

Lost and Found by winterwind  💙

Summary: I will find you. I will always find you.

2k words, stony’s lives from 1400ish to 2012 

Home Can Be a Person, Too by Impala_Chick  💙

Summary: Sam helps Steve take out Hydra in D.C., travels the world in search of the Winter Soldier, and eventually becomes an Avenger. But somewhere along the way, he realizes that Steve isn't telling him everything.

And when Steve's judgment becomes impaired because of his personal feelings towards Tony? Sam feels an obligation to take action.

8k words, sam POV, civil war fix-it a.k.a. tony finds out the secret before siberia 

in these moments by orphan_account

Summary: Tony visits Steve after The Winter Soldier incident.

1k words, post CACW

not this omegaverse by  Annehiggins 

series of 2, 21k words, abo verse, forced marriage pre-Avengers 2012, 

His Mother's Eyes by Annehiggins 💙

Summary: Peggy Carter is Tony's mother. It changes a lot, but some things are still destined. 

24k words,  it starts with tony sabotaging the 1940s hospital room stage to ease Steve’s awakening, kinda Avengers AU, tony is loved T_T, bucky found early and married peggy. 

Cap Luvs his Teddy Tony by Annehiggins

Summary: Steve gets hit by a mental regression ray and wants what he wants – cuddling Tony.

4k words, cute 

Pink Is the Color of ...? by Annehiggins 💙

Summary: The new element Tony created for his arc reactor core responds to his moods. Once the other Avengers move into the Tower they quickly figure out what all the colors mean. Except one – pink.

3k words, it’s all in the summary. 

Top That! by Bearixt

Summary: There was a swish—a familiar sound of a circular magic teleportation thing being made, a sound that Steve had associated as a harbinger of traumatic events.

This time, in the middle of their movie night, it was Stephen dropping off a teenager who looked like— no, who was probably Tony.

2k words, tony turned into his teenager self, just for a moment. 

tom ford be damned by brucewaynery

Summary: Steve Rogers gets turned into a toddler.

this is how Tony Stark handles it.

700 words. 

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by allumir

Summary: Tony gets de-aged by a villian and it's up to Steve to take care of him but Tony seems afraid of him for some reason.

2k words, trace of howard stark’s A+ Parenting 

The Other Side of the Story by missbecky

Summary: Steve goes to visit Peggy one day, and discovers he isn't the only Avenger who's been coming to see her.

2k words

Understanding something doesn't mean you can change it (except where you can) by sirona

Summary: How Howard Stark went from Captain America's Howard Stark to the one Tony grew up with. And a possible explanation for Tony's Mom not taking more of an interest in her son. And Tony coping with the parents he's been saddled with. With bonus appearances from Peggy Carter, Dummy and, eventually, Steve himself.

3k words

Watermarks by SailorChibi

Summary: There was nothing I could do by then, though. I tried, but Howard had so much money and influence and I’d given up all my parental rights.

Howard. Maria.

Steve stared at Peggy's letter in growing horror.

No.

3k words

Size America*  by KMYash

Summary: Fill for CapKink Prompt

http://capkink.livejournal.com/810.html?thread=342058#t342058

"Steve was well-endowed before he became a soldier, enough so that Bucky made jokes about it. After getting the serum, he's found that he's even grown there — and so has his libido, but he's terrified of sex, afraid he'll hurt someone, if not with his strength then with his dick.

Tony only needs to catch one glance at Steve changing before he's decided that yeah, he wants a piece of that. He just needs to convince Steve it's a good idea.

4k words, smut, ao3 users only. 

Mister Fixit and the Mechanic by Mizzy 💙

Summary: An Iron Man 3 AU, wherein Steve was defrosted too early, and after a couple of lonely decades working for SHIELD, decides to retire and run a hardware store called Mister Fixit’s in suburban Miami.

Tony Stark, presumed dead, presumed not-Iron Man, needs to make some weapons to take on the Mandarin’s mansion. A non-chain store that takes cash and doesn’t ask questions is just what Tony needs.

Steve becomes intrigued by the mysterious mechanic that keeps buying things from his store, but when he becomes more aware of what Tony the Mechanic is up to, is Steve ready to be this close to the world of superheroes again?

40k words. everyone in the small city loves steve!!! 

In the Stillness of Remembering by elise_509 💙

Summary: Steve Rogers is a reminder of a past that Tony Stark would rather forget. But when Steve’s own ghosts suddenly become the present, Tony finds he and Steve need each other to face the future.

70k words in 9 chapters, slow burn like.. WHY DONT THEY JUST KISS? 

And Tread Once More Familiar Paths by xxan

Summary: It wasn’t like reincarnation was some great big mystical concept. By now, it was completely accepted that sometime in your current life, you were going to remember something from a past life. Tony Stark's mother was worried when Tony turned ten and still hadn’t remembered anything, but the reincarnation specialist had assured her that some people began to remember as early as toddlers, and some as late as puberty.

But now Tony was 36, and he had never remembered anything.

7k words in 3 chapters,  soulmate au, angst with happy ending 

#stevetony #stony #fic read #first week

[astraeagreengrass]

exile [the woods part 1]

When you wake up in the floor of your apartment, you have no idea of how much the world has changed

Word Count: 2.708

Warnings: angst, mentions of death and death-related themes, PTSD, brief allusion to a panic attack.

A/N: A month ago, Taylor Swift released her eight studio album folklore and, unsurprisingly, it took over my life. The stories Taylor beautifully narrates in her songs inspired me to write something of my own: the woods is a four-part, post-Endgame story, with some slight changes to the canon, featuring Steve Rogers. Updates will be every Friday. Thank you to @xbuchananbarnes for proof-reading this and @thegetawaywriter for encouraging me to write. The banner picture was found here. Dividers are from @writeyourmindaway. Here is exile. I hope you like it ♡

i think i've seen this film before and i didn't like the ending you're not my homeland anymore so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i'm in exile, seein' you out i think i've seen this film before so i'm leavin' out the side door

Being pieced back together was like a hangover.

Like drinking too much wine one evening and then waking up on a foreign bed, not knowing how you got there. It was a pounding headache, a churning stomach, a dry throat. The back of your teeth were sensitive and the sound of sirens rung too loudly on your ears.

In the aftermath of your intoxication, the city is deafening.

You groaned at the light - you must’ve been so wasted if you’d forgotten the blinds. Every breath took a toll of your lungs, stretching your muscles beyond their strength, creaking your joints as you exhaled.

Someone gasped, startling you.

The familiar floorboards of your apartment greeted you when your eyes opened. Timeworn almond timber, the New York staple. Craning your neck, you saw a foot. Shit. You weren't one to bring one night stands home, or actually have them in the first place. Little ol' you was a little too square, a little too cautious, struggling to keep her trust issues from spilling out of her hands. Definitely not the best candidate for loose-stringed affairs, but your grandma always told you there was a first time for everything.

The foot’s owner nudged you, and you groaned again.

“Miss?” they said. “Are you alive?”

I don’t know.

Your gaze focused and you noticed the person was a boy of eleven or twelve, with a beautiful dark mop of curls and soft brown eyes. What the...

“Who are you?” you managed to croak. There was an ashy taste in your mouth, as if you’d swallowed dust.

The boy looked up and across, and you noticed that, on your left side, his father was crouching beside your body. He looked just like the kid, except a couple of decades older, so you assumed he was the father.

“My name is Cal,” the man said, spacely, as if he’d might frighten you if he spoke normally. “This is my son Daniel. We’re not going to hurt you.”

"Nice to know the invaders won't hurt me," you tried to say, but it came out a jumbled, messy current of words, like a baby first learning to communicate.

"Invaders?" the boy exclaimed, insulted. "We live here!"

"Daniel!" his father chided. "Miss, what is the last thing you remember?"

You pressed a palm to the ground, trying to lay your weight on it so you could stand up. You weren't about to answer an unknown man's questions while laying face-down on your own apartment floor. You might be hungover, but you had more dignity than that. When your body crumpled like a twig under a boot, Cal held you up, helping you to a seating position facing the window.

Craning your neck to shield your eyes from the sun, you noticed it.

Golden brown leaves.

Golden brown leaves that shouldn't exist in May.

You clearly remember opening the windows yesterday to green, lively foliage. New York was many things - loud, chaotic, more often than not dangerous - but it’s seasons were consistent, enduring. Through the tempests and disturbances, nature persevered in her year-long cycle, living and dying and living again.

These particular leaves belonged to October, perhaps even early November, never May.

Something was terribly wrong.

“What day is it?” you whispered, wide eyes going from the window to the man aiding you.

Cal grimaced. His boy was suddenly very quiet.

When you were a child, you used to have nightmares: a ghost in the attic, a wolf haunting the woods outside your house, an IED blowing up your father's convoy in Iraq. They'd trap your consciousness, suffocating your mind with fear and panic, and no night light or teddy bear could stifle the onslaught of relentless screams that rattled the walls and hallways of your childhood home, until your frantic grandmother shook you awake. The reality that greeted you on the floor of your apartment was that Twilight Zone all over again.

“Please,” you pleaded, perhaps to the man, perhaps to yourself.

Cal sighed.

“Today is October 17th, 2023,” he said and you learned that the only thing scarier than a nightmare is life itself. “You’ve been dead for the past five years.”

“We could go to the house in the woods,” you mumbled to the warmth of Steve’s chest.

He tightened his hold around your body, pressing a feather-light kiss to the crown of your head.

“Whatever you want,” he said. “You’ve got me for the weekend.”

“The whole weekend?” you smiled at him, finding the reassurance you needed in his indigo gaze.

Steve kissed you again, a fierce press of lips this time. Mouths and tongues and teeth intertwined, your hand finding hip, his hand finding you thigh.

“The whole weekend,” he breathed in the shell of your ear, right before the two of you became nothing more than a mess of pillows and sheets, drowning in love and want and lust. “And then forever.”

When the world ended, several hospital units closed down due to lack of patients.

When the Avengers managed to reverse the effects of the Snap - no one knew how they did it, but everyone knew it was them because of course it was - the mayor of New York declared the interruption of all kinds of activities in the city in order to help those returning. It was in a campaign hospital in Bryant Park that Steve Rogers found you, sitting up cross-legged and wrapped up in a grey blanket, having your temperature checked by one of the volunteers.

Wearing dark clothes and a cap, Steve was nothing more than a shadow behind the woman's shoulder. A lesser-trained gaze would glide past his figure in a quarter of a second, but not you. Never you. You'd recognize him in a sea of people, as if the blood that sustained you and the bones that built you knew exactly where to find him.

Steve had the decency to wait until the woman was done to approach you. With slow, clearly measured steps, he came closer, taking a seat at the foot of your stretcher. If he reached out his arm, he'd touch you, but he refrained and you were glad he did. In your mind, you saw him days ago, but reality told you differently. The calendar at the nurse's station, the newspaper you got a hold on, the constant broadcast of news: all of them mocked you, tormented you. Five years had gone by - more time than you’d ever had with the man across from you. And if there was ever any lingering doubt in your mind that this was some elaborate trick to fool you, they faded when you noticed the modest signs of aging that nothing but time and grief could inflict on a Super Soldier.

Again, a lesser-trained gaze probably wouldn’t catch them, but that would never be you when it came to Steve Rogers.

The two of you stayed in silence for minutes, watching a CNN report of a family reuniting in Idaho. The mother snapped right after the birth of her daughter - now a little girl with ginger pigtails, hugging her legs and kissing her hands. Everyday since you woke up on the floor of your apartment, there'd been thousands of stories such as this: parents finding children, husbands finding wives. The fallen - that's what the press called people like you, the dead that weren't really dead - all had the same lost look in their eyes. You supposed that's what happened when your clock was five years too late.

“What happened?” you finally asked when the broadcast changed to twin brothers reconvening in Hawaii. “What went wrong?”

Steve didn’t look at you, instead he kept pulling at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt.

“He was too strong,” he sighed. “And I thought I could fight him without Tony, but…”

You nodded.

“One of the nurses said he was badly wounded in the battle upstate,” you mentioned.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But he’ll recover. Banner is looking after him. He’s got a kid now, you know? Tony. Her name’s Morgan.”

“Wow,” you smiled genuinely. “That sounds unbelievable and incredible at the same time.

“She’s a good girl,” Steve said. “Keeps Tony on his toes.”

On the TV, the two brothers embraced with a beautiful sunset as background.

“What about Sam and Nat?” you wondered.

Steve's fidgety hands stilled. With the left one he rubbed his mouth and chin until his skin was reddish.

"Sam was like you," he muttered and the implicit words hurt more in his voice than anyone else's. "Natasha… She didn't make it."

She didn't make it.

Natasha Romanoff. Natalia. Your mentor, your friend. The strongest woman you'd ever met. She didn't make it.

"What?" you gasped. "What do you mean 'she didn't make it'? Didn't she come back?"

Like Sam and the mother in Idaho and the twins in Hawaii. Like you.

Steve shook his head.

"It wasn't like that," he said. "She survived the Snap. Spent years trying to find something, anything, even the smallest possibility of getting everyone back and when we finally did… She sacrificed herself so we could have the Soul Stone."

"Sacrificed herself? For a stone?" you were extremely agitated now, the grey blanked falling from your shoulders as you looked at Steve searching for any sign of emotion. "Steven, look at me!"

 His eyes were glazed, a big blue sea threatening to spill over in waves of sadness.

"It wasn't a simple stone, Y/N. I'd rather not explain to you here, people can't know about this," he whispered, looking over his shoulder for anyone that could be listening.

"You mean they can't know why they disappeared and were brought back together like broken toys?" you exclaimed. "Toys that the Avengers can grab and then toss aside however they please? I'm not your toy, Steve!"

You knew you could be cruel. Ruthless. A child yelling ferociously at the top of her lungs until she got what she wanted. An angry teenager. An intelligence officer with obscure morals. But even when he left you without a goodbye, you'd always kept your forked tongue away from Steve Rogers.

Until now.

"Please," Steve pleaded. "Let's go home. I'll explain everything to you when we get there."

"I have no home," you spat. "I had a home three days ago when you came in saying something bad would happen, only to leave me again. Now I have nothing!”

Your tears were hot when they streamed down your face.

“I don't even know myself anymore,” you admitted and somehow that was worse than knowing you were alone in a world you didn't recognize. "All I know is dust. My bones were dust and now they're not. My heart was dust and now it's not. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm safe and that 'it's all over', but what is?"

You gasped, trying to breathe in some tranquility and breathe out some of the agony twisting your insides, but all that came out was a distressing wheeze.

"How do I know that I will not disappear again?" you cried and there was no more Steve, just a curtain of water contorting his figure, like one of those paintings he loved and you never understood the meaning.

The stretcher creaked when Steve pulled you to him, rubbing your arms back as he whispered your name.

"Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

But you were so scared of breathing. So scared that you'd taste ash again and your lungs would collapse in dust, leaving not a shred of the person you were for people to remember you by. So scared of losing a game you didn't even know you were playing.

"Steve..." You weeped, gripping his shirt tightly.

"I'm here, my love. Just breathe."

You weren't expecting him.

After two years, the hope that kept you up at night waiting for him grew tired, dwindling until it was mere utopia. So you shut the windows, changed the locks and turned off the bedside lamp. Perhaps that's what brought him to your door, you thought. Maybe, wherever he was in the world, he felt your devotion waning, so he returned to haunt you.

You had to admit, though, that of all the ways you imagined Steve Rogers coming back to you, him ringing your doorbell at midnight wasn't one of them.

He looked handsome, with shaggy blonde hair curling at his ears and a beard, and it hurt like a punch to the stomach.

It's hard when the one that hurts the most you looks so unfazed, meanwhile you're just a shell of what you used to be.

"You've lost weight," was the first thing he said, as if he'd left to grab groceries instead of becoming an international criminal.

"What are you doing here?" you replied, ignoring his greeting. If that could even be a greeting.

He sighed, mentioning with his head to the hallway behind you.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting him walk through. You didn’t bother turning the key because if anyone really wanted to get to him they wouldn’t be worried about leaving your door in one piece. Steve stood in the middle of the living room, his hands on his waist. An onlooker would never guess that he once belonged there.

“Did you hear about Tony?” He asked when you sat down at the armchair next to the window. The one you bought together in Ikea and Steve insisted he could assemble on his own.

“Yes,” you said. Tony Stark went missing after an alien ship appeared in Midtown. It was exactly the kind of disaster that would bring Steve Rogers to New York. “Have you found him?”

“No,” he replied. “But the same aliens that took Tony attacked Vision in Edinburgh. We managed to stop them from killing him, but he’s badly wounded. When he heard about Tony we flew to the Compound.”

You nodded. It was strange how you could feel so detached from these people- Vision, Wanda, even Tony in a way. They were once your friends, your colleagues. Now they just felt like characters in Steve’s tale - no longer part of your life, only his.

“And why are you here?” you asked.

Why did you come to the home we used to share? you meant to say. Did you miss it? Did you miss me?

He shrugged.

“I thought maybe you could’ve found something on Tony and…”

“If you went to the compound it means you saw Rhodey and Rhodey has most definitely told you that I quit my job when the Avengers split,” you interrupted him. “I have no tech, no machinery, no means whatsoever to find Tony here, nothing that Rhodey has at his disposal Upstate. So why are you really here?”

He was a stranger. Cold and detached, like the house that once trapped him. There was no tenderness in the blue of his eyes.

“Something bad is coming, Y/N,” he said. “I’m not sure what it is yet, but I… I wanted to see you. I wanted to know that you were safe.”

You thought Steve Rogers was done breaking your heart. You thought that when you stopped expecting his return you’d go back to who you were before him, even if you couldn’t find that girl amongst the mess he made of you. You thought you’d be safe from love, and trust and kind soldiers with blue eyes, but you’d never be safe from him - your fellow and your foe.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” you croaked, holding back the tears swimming in your throat with a cough.

Steve fisted his hands, and for a moment you swore that he was stopping himself from holding you. But he just hung his head, tearing his gaze from where you were sitting by the window.

“Just stay home, ok?” he stated. “Try not to leave the house until this situation is resolved.”

Then he turned around and left again.

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[omg-just-peachy]

sleep a little deeper

Tony’s plane lands sometime after midnight, and by the time he arrives home, it’s well after one and he’s just about dead on his feet, his mind a quiet buzz of numbers and meetings and next steps from his weeks overseas. 

He’s too keyed up to sleep but too exhausted to start on anything new at this hour. Instead, Tony parks himself in front of the fridge, peering inside listlessly. Even this holds no appeal, though he is starving. With a sigh, he grabs an apple and a glass of water and leans against the kitchen island, letting his forehead brush against the cool marble, wishing he’d had the guts to just text Steve earlier and ask him to come over, meet him at the penthouse. JARVIS has let him in plenty of times before, though lately Tony’s been toying with the idea of giving him a key, a permanent place here, with him. 

But Tony hates the idea of asking, of admitting out loud that he needs Steve like some kind of toddler with a teddy bear, that he sleeps approximately one million times better when Steve’s in his bed with him. 

Tomorrow, he promises himself. Tomorrow, he’ll ask Steve to come and stay. 

Two weeks apart is really too long, anyway. 

He sighs again, then clicks the light off, leaving his suitcase right where it is in the kitchen; he can deal with it in the morning. 

By the time Tony shuffles himself from the bathroom (hot shower, eyes closed, more heavy sighs) and to the bedroom, he thinks he might just be able to sleep after all. Between the time difference and nearly ten straight days of being “on” for his investors, maybe he’ll do something crazy like sleep straight through the night. 

Tony doesn’t bother with the light, instead, he flops himself right into his bed, soft and welcoming and… not as empty as he anticipated—

“Steve?” Tony yelps.

There’s definitely a super-soldier sized body beneath his thousand thread count sheets, even though that’s impossible, Steve shouldn’t be here…Tony hadn’t asked, hadn’t reminded him that he was coming home tonight…

“Tony? You’re back,” Steve pauses to yawn, scooting himself over and holding out an arm, as if inviting Tony to curl up beneath it. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says.

When Tony just lays there, gaping at him, Steve frowns. Even in the dark, Tony can see the crease beneath his eyebrows, wonders dazedly if he’s so over-tired that he’s dreaming this, that maybe Steve isn’t here at all. 

“Are you okay, Tony?”

“I… yeah, I just wasn’t expecting you to be here? I mean… how did you know I was getting back tonight?” 

“You told me,” Steve laughs. He seems to have given up on waiting for Tony to join him, and instead rolls over to where Tony lays, propped up on his side of the bed, and wastes no time scooping him up easily and pulling him in with a contented sigh. Tony feels himself go boneless, liquid in Steve’s embrace, even as his brain struggles to catch up. 

“Yeah, but that was like… a week ago.” Tony can’t wrap his mind around this, the fact of Steve here in his bed, waiting for him, like...like…

“You’ve been gone for two weeks, Tony, I wanted to see you,” Steve says with a brush of his lips to Tony’s.

“Oh,” Tony says, processing. 

“Yeah, oh,” Steve laughs again, the sound followed quickly by another yawn. “You’re warm,” he murmurs, lips grazing Tony’s neck. “C’mere.” 

Tony lets himself be tugged in close, held gently and kissed; he kisses back. He thinks about how lucky he is, even feels himself start to relax, just a little, because Steve is here and they’re both home.

“Steve,” Tony mumbles, just before he drifts to sleep for good.

“Mm?”

“Will you...stay?” He just. He has to be sure.

Steve chuckles, and Tony dares to open his eyes, taking in the soft smile on Steve’s face when he says, “Of course, sweetheart,” and hugs him, impossibly, tighter.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #steve/tony #idk if i'm not writing about them sleeping is it even sunday night #no #my fic #fluff #straight up cuddling is my entire aesthetic

[inkinmyheartandonthepage]

One in a Million

Summary: AU – Peter has the gauntlet, the stones already in place. Aliens are beginning to swarm him and in the overwhelming panic that begins to consume, he does the only thing he can think of. He shoves his hand into the gauntlet.

The first thing Peter hears is the sound of crickets. It’s not what he is expecting but it’s peaceful and he let’s himself drift back into the darkness.

 *

The second time he hears voices.

 It takes him a while before the voices fade from indigestible chatter to fully formed words that Peter can understand.

 “Why is he still sleeping daddy?”

 The voice is unfamiliar but not threatening. It’s sweet with a definitive child-like lilt to it. It’s not one Peter recognises but the darkness has swaddled him comfortably and he feels he has no need to break free.

 “Peter is healing, baby girl.”

 This voice is familiar and Peter sinks deeper into the darkness knowing that he is safe.

 *

The third time Peter wakes it is nothing like the darkness before. This time is all too aware of everything. The noise is the room is too loud and he’s aware of every breath in the room. He counts three separate heart beats, all beating too rapidly. His eyelids are too heavy to lift, and he doesn’t try to pry them open. His mouth is a concoction of something foul, stale and slick. He can feel the fabric of the clothes he is in, and he wondered where his suit is, but the thought is quickly lost as the pain flares.

 His whole left side feels as if it is on fire. His muscles twist and he wanted to scream out in pain but can only manage to part his lips and suck in a harsh breath that makes his throat burn.

 “Peter, can you hear me?”

 While there is pain in his left side, there is a twinge in his right wrist. He flinches, fingers curling tighter around something and he hears a grunt.

 “Peter, if you can hear me please let go.”

 Reflexively his tightens his grip and the voice grunts again.

 “Kid, it’s Tony.”

 Tony. He was here, alive. Peter wanted to talk, wanted to spew his relief and gratitude and apologise for everything but he couldn’t, and his grip tightened.

 “Kid, if you can hear me, you have to let go. You are crushing the wizard’s wrist,” Tony said, his voice urgent.

 Wizard. Doctor Strange was here too? Peter sniffed the air. He could smell the familiar scent of coffee and motor oil that he knew was Tony. He could also smell the faint scent of tea and something that just smelt ancient. He had smelt it before when he was stuck on a ship in space with Doctor Strange.

 “Don’t,” Strange’s voice was strained. “Don’t try and pry him off me. He could snap my wrist.”

 Peter didn’t want that. He didn’t want to hurt the Doctor and he felt sharp pain through his fingers as he slowly released the doctor.

 He felt his arm drop and thump against what he now knew was the bed. He felt beyond exhausted and when he tried to open his eyes he simply couldn’t. He couldn’t even move his arm’s anymore, not even a twitch in his finger. The pain was still burning through his left side. It was as if someone had shoved a red-hot poker under his fingers and was threading it up his arm and to his neck.

 “What the hell was that?” Tony’s voice cracked as he spoke.

 “Looks like his reflexes have returned,” Strange said with an audible wince. “His strength, it seems, has not been affected by his time unconscious. His healing is remarkable.”

 “Jesus, kid,” Tony breathed.

 “Daddy, is Peter going to wake up now?” It was the child voice again, soft and innocent. The third heartbeat in the room.

 “Morgan! How long have you been here?” Tony said.

 Peter heard the shift of fabric on fabric and the small sound of a kiss being pecked to someone’s cheek.

 “I was looking out for him, like you said too,” Morgan said quietly.

 “Perhaps best not to be alone with Peter anymore,” Strange said. “His senses appear to be in overdrive and are protecting him from any potential danger.”

 Was he in danger? Was it Thanos? Had they lost again?

 “Why is he moving now? After all this time?” Tony asked.

 “I can’t be certain,” Strange said. “But his body may be allowing him to wake as the healing process begins to slow.”

 Peter wanted to listen too more, he wanted to know what happened to him, what was happening now, but the darkness claimed him once more.

 *

The fourth time Peter woke up the pain wasn’t as bad. He could still feel it pulsing through his left arm, but it was if someone had been running a current through his arm for too long, it felt hot, painful and numbing all at the same time.

 It wasn’t the pain that had woken him up though. There was something rest against his right side and there was the scent of something sweet and artificial.

 “Don’t tell daddy,” Morgan’s voice was now recognisable, but he wasn’t sure who she was. “I snuck you a grape popsicle.”

 Something cold was pressed into his hand and his cheek muscle twitched.

 “I can’t sleep, so I thought I would keep you company,” Morgan said. “I brought you another teddy, too.”

 Curious and his right hand starting to go numb with the popsicle, Peter pried his eyes open. He blinked slowly; the room coated in a haze that slowly came into focus. The room was dark much to his relief, the only source of light coming from the hands of who Peter assumed was Morgan. It took him a moment to put it together. She was wearing red knitted gloves that looked like Iron’s man’s hands with a small glowing light in the middle that resembled pulsars.

 “This teddy’s name is Tea Cup,” Morgan said.

 “Good name,” Peter rasped, his voice barley above a whisper. His mouth felt like it was coated in wet glue and his throat burned but it was good to speak.

 Morgan whipped around, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping. “Peter? You’re awake.”

 “I guess,” Peter whispered. He grimaced and looked at the popsicle in his hand. Maybe that would sooth his throat. “Think you could open my popsicle?”

 Morgan scrambled for the treat, Peter sighing with quiet relief as the coolness left his fingers. She got the wrapping undone and twisted her body until she was on her knees, holding the popsicle in hand.

 “Here you go!”

 Peter lifted his hand, trembling as he took the popsicle by the stick. He brought it to his lips, aware the Morgan was watching his every move. The treat was cool on his tongue and as he slowly sucked the treat, it trickled down his throat, gently cooling him. It didn’t do much to help the slick coating that filled his mouth but at least it tasted better.

 “Thank you,” Peter said.

 Morgan beamed, pushing her hair from her face. “I told daddy you would like the popsicle.”

 “Whose daddy?” Peter asked before sucking on the popsicle again. He was making quick work of it, unable to stop chewing on the soft ice.

 “You don’t remember our daddy?” Morgan’s face fell. “Daddy said you wouldn’t know that I was your little sister ‘coz you were gone for a while. He didn’t say you would forget him too.”

 Peter swallowed a chunk of popsicle, nearly choking but managed to get it down. Our daddy? Peter thought. The only father figure Peter had was Tony, but they had never discussed it and after going to space when Tony hadn’t wanted him there, he wasn’t sure if Tony even wanted to mentor him anymore. Looking closer at Morgan though, he could see similar features. The same dark hair, the same intelligent eyes staring at him sadly. If Tony Stark was every going to have a daughter, she was it.  

 “Iron man,” Peter rasped. “Dad.”

 “Irondad,” Morgan beamed. “He’s our daddy! You remember!”

 Peter’s hand dropped as his mind swum. His eyes were getting heavy again and he was struggling to fight off the sleep that wanted to claim him once more.

 “Can you tell dad something for me?” Peter asked quietly.

 “Uh huh,” Morgan nodded eagerly.

 “Tell him I said I’m sorry,” Peter said.

 “What are you sorry for?” Morgan titled her head to the side.

 Peter shook his head lightly, his vision swimming at the motion. “Tell him I love him.”

 “I will,” Morgan said. “He loves you too. He tells you and me every day that he loves us. I love him 3000.”

 Peter smiled, his eyes beginning to droop. “Hey Morgan?”

 “Yeah?”

 “It’s nice to meet my little sister,” Peter told her.

 “I love you too, Peter. It’s nice that you’re awake,” Morgan said.

 “I’m just going to rest again,” Peter said, his eyes already having slid closed. “Thanks for Tea Cup.”

 “I should be asleep too,” Morgan said. “I’ll sleep with you!”

 Peter felt her settling down into his side, turning so her head laid on his chest and her little arm coming across his stomach. He had just enough energy to wrap his arm around her shoulders to keep her close before he slipped into sleep once more.

 *

Tony peeked his head into Morgan’s room but wasn’t surprised to see it empty. There was little that could contain the energy of a four-year-old and the sun only having just risen wasn’t one of them. He and Pepper often found her downstairs watching morning cartoons, waiting for one of them to come and make her breakfast.

 Continuing past Morgan’s room, Tony paused at the closed door. When they had first found the lake house, he had made sure to have a room for Peter. He didn’t know how or when he was getting Peter back, but Tony knew that one day he would. He could not stop thinking that because the moment he did was the moment he had given up. Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

 As his eyes adjusted to the dark room, a fond smile took over his face and he sighed. It was nearly impossible to keep Morgan out of Peter’s room. When Tony and Pepper had first explained to her who Peter was when he had returned, she had been thrilled to have an older brother. She went and spoke to him every day, demanding that he wake up and play with her. He didn’t but it didn’t stop Morgan from tyring the next day.

 Even after Peter, still unconscious, grabbing Strange’s wrist and nearly snapping it  nearly a month ago hadn’t stopped her from sneaking into Peter’s room with no adult supervision. Tony stepped further into the room. He noted that another teddy bear had joined Peter’s bed and that there was now a giant purple stain on the sheets that Tony knew had once been a popsicle. A dirtied stick was held limp in Peter’s hand and Tony shook his head fondly at Morgan’s antics.

 He moved slowly, praying that Peter’s senses didn’t go off and gently lifted Morgan.

 “Daddy,” Morgan yawned, wrapping her arms around his neck and planted a sleepy, wet kiss to his cheek.

 “What have I said about sneaking into Peter’s room?” Tony huffed, gently poking her sides.

 Morgan squirmed in his arms and giggled quietly. “I couldn’t sleep so I brought Peter a popsicle.”

 “I can see that,” Tony eyed the stain again. They would have to change the sheets again. It was easier when Strange used to magic to lift Peter to change the sheets. That way they could avoid causing any more damage to the kids left side. It was a good thing the Wizard was dropping by the check up on Peter. “Did he enjoy it?”

 “He did!” Morgan said. “He fell asleep before finishing it though.”

 “Oh?” Tony indulged Morgan’s make-believe.

 “Yep! He said that he liked Tea Cup’s name too,” Morgan beamed. “He also said to tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you.”

 Tony froze, eyes snapping to Morgan’s. It felt as if the breath had been knocked out of his lungs. They had never told Morgan exactly what happened to Peter, only that he had been hurt saving the world and that he was a hero. They had shown her videos of Peter and she often imagined what the two of them would do when he woke up but never had she said that he had spoken to her.

 “And he said that it was nice to meet me,” Morgan grinned. “Then we went back to sleep.”

 “Wait,” Tony’s voice came out hoarse. “Peter said those words? He was awake?”

 “That’s what I said, daddy,” Morgan huffed. “He didn’t stay awake for long though. He was still tired. Even after all the sleeping he’s done.”

 Tony mind was reeling. Peter had woken up. Peter had woken up to his daughter sitting on the bed with him, eaten a popsicle and fallen back to sleep.

 “Did he say anything else?” Tony demanded.

 “No,” Morgan shook her head. “Daddy, can we make Peter some pancakes?”

 “Good idea,” Tony said, placing Morgan on her feet. “Mum’s in the kitchen, you go get started.”

 Morgan’s feet slapped against the floor as she raced out the room.

 Tony staggered forward to Peter’s bed. He removed the wooden popsicle stick, feeling the stickiness and tossed over his shoulder. He gently took Peter’s hands, his own shaking and squeezed.

 “Kid?” Tony asked, not daring to make his voice too loud.

 Peter’s chest rose and fell but there was no other sign.

 “Come on kid,” Tony breathed. “Just, give me something. Please. Just let me know you’re okay.”

 He gently leaned down and kissed Peter’s forehead. Pulling back his hand tightened in Peter’s when the boys head rolled to the side, facing Tony. His lips smacked together in his sleep, not forming words but making a little noise before he resumed a peaceful rest. Tears sprung to Tony’s eyes, a shocked, joy laugh tumbling through his lips.

 It was the most he had seen Peter move in nearly a month.

 *

 The fifth time Peter woke up he was alone. It didn’t take him nearly as long to open his eyes and they adjusted fairly quickly. Inhaling sharply, Peter grunted as he heaved himself up into a sitting position. His vision swam for a moment before it settled once again. Moving more slowly, Peter shifted until he was leaning against the headboard.

 The room was lighter, but the curtains blocked the bright natural light he knew would be streaming through if they had been open. Peter was grateful they had remained closed. He took in the room, recognising small things but overall the room was new to him. There was bedside table and a desk in the room along with a bookshelf. Pictures he recognised were scattered around the room and drawings obviously done by Morgan decorated his walls. He smiled at the thought of her colouring something for him.

 On the bedside table there was a bottle of water and Peter reached out to get it. He hissed as his left arms tugged at the movement and glanced at his arm. Black veins worked from his fingers up his arm, disappearing into the sleeve of the t-shirt he was in. Working downwards, Peter saw that his wrist, palm and fingers looked as if they had been submerged in a bath for hours and then coloured grey. It made his stomach churn to look at it and he reached for the bottle again.

 He took small sips, sighing with relief. He really needed to brush his teeth and swirl a gallon of mouth wash. He could hear voices downstairs and the sound of a TV running. Finishing half the bottle, Peter placed it back on the table and took a deep breath. Pushing back the covers, he gently swung his legs off the bed.

 He stood, his knees shaking so badly he had to clutch the bed. He waited several moments for them to stop shaking too badly before he could take a step. Painfully slow, he made his way across the floor, clinging to the wall with his good hand, glad that his powers still worked, and he stuck solidly to the wall. He reached the door and pushed it open.

 The sound of voices grew louder, and Peter heard more voices than before. He could make out Pepper, Tony, Morgan and Strange. Then heard Steve’s voice, Clint’s, Scott’s and Bruce Banner. Even Thor’s deep voice was there. Peter’s heart rate picked up and swallowed thickly. He wanted to crawl back to the bed and hide again but the overwhelming need to see Tony, to hold him and prove to himself that his mentor was okay had him walking silently down the hall.

 By the time he reached the stairs he had to sit down. He knees trembled almost violently and hands shook as he clutched the railing, to keep himself steady. He could smell lunch cooking and it made his stomach tighten. He was starving and the thought of food had him salivating. Licking his lips, Peter slowly scooted down each step, one at a time. He clutched the banister tightly, hoping he didn’t leave any dints along the way and mentally promised to fix them if he did. By the time he reached the bottom he was panting and ready to fall asleep again. He felt hot and sweaty and gross but determined to eat something.

 “You’re awake again!” Morgan grinned, suddenly standing in front of Peter.

 “Hey,” Peter smiled automatically back. “I guess I am.”

 “The Wizard didn’t think you would wake up in time for lunch,” Morgan said, eyeing him curiously. “Or dinner.”

 “Well, I’m pretty hungry,” Peter said.

 “Come to the kitchen! Mummy is making sandwiches and mac and cheese,” Morgan jumped on the balls of her feet.

 Peter winced at the idea of making it all the way to the kitchen. “I don’t think I can.”

 “How come?” Morgan pouted. “You said you were hungry.”

 “I am,” Peter said. “I’m just, I’m really tired.”

 “You’ve been asleep for ages though,” Morgan whined.

 “Have you ever sat on your leg for too long and it went really tingly and numb?” Peter asked.

 Morgan’s eyes widened. “Yes!”

 “That’s what my whole body feels like,” Peter said.

 “When I did that, daddy carried me until the pain went away,” Morgan said. “Do you want me to get daddy to help you?”

 “Yeah,” Peter nodded. “That would be great.”

 “Okay,” Morgan beamed and went running off, loudly calling, “Daddy! Peter needs help to the kitchen! His body is all tingly and he’s really hungry!”

 The chatter in the kitchen stopped, heavy silence filling the air before the sound of a chair scraped across the floor and heavy footsteps came racing out. In an instant Tony was in front of Peter, his mouth open, eyes drinking him in.

 Peter swallowed and licked his lips. “I really need to brush my teeth.”

 Tony choked on a laugh before he was dropping to his knees in front of Peter and pulling him into a tight hug.

 “Jesus, Underoos,” Tony gasped in his ear.

 “I’m sorry,” Peter whispered and then his was sobbing, shaking as he cried over and over that he was sorry.

 “Shhhh,” Tony rubbed his back. “It’s okay kid, I got you. Just try and calm down.”

 “I’m sorry,” Peter whimpered. “I didn’t know- know what else to do.” He hiccupped, pain radiating down his left side that only made him cry harder. “I’m sorry, please. I’m sorry.”

 “Shhh, Pete,” Tony palm smoothed the back of his head, tucking him into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay. Jesus, nobody’s mad at you. I’m not mad at you. I’m so glad your awake, kid. You have no idea. Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”

 “I’m sorry,” Peter sobbed.

 “No more apologies,” Tony said softly in his ear. “You were amazing, Peter. I’m so proud of you.”

 More tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks and he sobbed helplessly into Tony’s shoulder. He must have drifted off onto Tony’s shoulder because when he opened his eyes again, he was on a soft couch nestled in a bunch of pillows. His eyes stung and he could feel how puffy they were. He resisted the urge to rub them and instead swung his feet onto the floor.

 “Hold it right there,” Tony voice filtered over his shoulder. “You are not off bed rest young man. I don’t even want to know how you managed to get down the stairs.”

 “You are defying all expectations, Peter Parker.”

 Peter turned at the husky voice and found Strange standing behind him with Tony. The two of them walked around to his side of the couch and perched on the coffee table.

 “How are you feeling?” Strange asked.

 Peter pursed his lips. “Tired. Starving. Sore. Gross.”

 “We will grab you some food in a minute, kid,” Tony said. “Honestly, on a scale from one to ten how much pain are you in?”

 Peter bit his lip. “A seven.”

 “Do you know what happened?” Strange asked.

 Peter swallowed loudly, dropping his gaze to his lap. He stared at his mutated hands and the black veins that spread up his arm. He hadn’t known this is what would happen. He didn’t realise that once his put the gauntlet on, the pain would nearly white out his vision, that it would sear into his very bones and that snapping his fingers would be nearly impossible. He didn’t know that his left side would be severely damaged and broken and wrong.

 All he had known that there was a swarm of aliens heading for him. He was alone, trapped and about to die and he did the only thing he could think of. He had shoved his hand into the gauntlet and snapped his fingers.

 “I,” Peter licked his lips again, voice barely coming out above a whisper. “I did something really stupid.”

 “You did something incredibly brave,” Tony said sharply. “and something that stupid doesn’t even begin to cover.”

 “I’m sorry,” Peter whispered, tears stinging his eyes again.

 “You saved the world,” Strange softly. “You stopped Thanos and returned all those who had been lost.”

 “You saved us, kid,” Tony said.

 “How – how long have I been asleep for?” Peter asked once he had regained control of himself once more.

 “Nearly four months,” Strange answered.

 “We thought,” Tony swallowed thickly. “We thought it had killed you. I thought- Jesus, kid I thought I had lost you again. But, by some bloody miracle you started breathing. Strange opened a portal and got you to a hospital and got you stabilised. Eventually we moved you here.”

 “Where is here?” Peter asked.

 “It’s home,” Tony said.

 Home. Peter liked the sound of that. It was best thing he had heard in a long time.

 “My arm – will it always be like this?” Peter asked quietly.

 “I don’t believe so,” Strange said. “This is a vast improvement from four months ago.”

 Peter blinked at his arm. “This is better?”

 “Trust us kid. It’s better,” Tony winced and scrubbed a hand down his face.

 Wincing at Tony’s action, Peter averted his eyes again. He drew his arm in close, attempting to hide it behind a pillow but he hissed as the fabric brushed against his sensitive skin.

 Strange cleared his throat and stood. “I’ll find you something to eat. While we have been giving you nutrients and a liquid diet, I think something plain might be best for your stomach to start off with.”

 Peter swallowed as he was left with Tony and chanced a look at his mentor. He was surprised that Tony was staring at him with such emotion.

 “I can’t believe you’re here, kid,” Tony shook his head. “I thought I had honestly lost you again and it nearly killed me. You’re my kid and I couldn’t protect you.”

 “It wasn’t your fault,” Peter insisted. “I choose to be there. I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

 Tony let out a breath. “Oh kid, you are never a disappointment. You are the bravest kid I have ever met. What you did, I could never be mad at you for saving everyone. I just wish I could have saved my kid from this.” He waved his hand at Peter’s arm.  

 “Am I? You kid I mean?” Peter asked quietly. “You have Morgan now and-“

 Peter was cut off by Tony lunging across and pulling him into a hug. “You’re my kid. End of story. Morgan needs her big brother, I need you. Don’t ever scare me like that again. I physically cannot cope with you losing you again.”

 “I love you,” Peter mumbled against Tony’s neck.

 “I love you too.”

 Peter embraced Tony’s warmth, sighing at the relief that, for now, everything was okay. That he had a place, a home and that he had saved the people who were most important to him.

#fix it fic #irondad #spiderson #post endgame #peter parker #tony stark #hurt/comfort #family #morgan stark

[d-criss-news]

Members of the Film & TV Music community, made up of composers, songwriters, music editors, music supervisors, studio executives and more, are contributing their talents to SOUNDTRACK OF OUR LIVES: A CELEBRATION FOR THE FILM & TV MUSIC COMMUNITY, an online benefit event for MusiCares® COVID-19 Relief Fund. This specially produced program debuts June 25th, 2020, at noon pacific on YouTube, and will honor the talented people whose scores and songs transport, inspire, uplift and entertain us by creating the "soundtrack of our lives." The fun, delightful and heartfelt hour-long special will feature leading and iconic singers, composers, songwriters, actors, celebrity guests and others while celebrating glorious Film & TV Music moments with heart and humor. Donations to MusiCares® COVID-19 Relief Fund will be encouraged throughout the show.

"Thousands of music professionals and creators are struggling during this pandemic and remain in desperate need of assistance," says Debbie Carroll, Vice President Health and Human Services MusiCares®. "The continued support from the music community during these turbulent times has been heartwarming and inspiring. The power of music unites us all and gives us hope for better days ahead."

Over 75 film and television composers and songwriters, "From A to Z, Abels to Zimmer," will appear in this program. Collectively, this prestigious group has been nominated for 273 Grammys (with 87 wins), 216 Emmys (with 51 wins) and 136 Oscars (with 34 wins).

Confirmed performers and special guests include Sting, Catherine O'Hara, Ming-Na Wen, Patti LuPone, William Shatner, Elisabeth Moss, "Weird Al" Yankovic, Marla Gibbs, Jane Levy, Mandy Moore, Richard Kind, Alex Newell, Zachary Levi, Paul Reubens, Kiernan Shipka, Harvey Fierstein, Ginnifer Goodwin, Anika Noni Rose, Kasi Lemmons, Ted Danson, Auli'i Cravalho, Darren Criss, Drew Carey, Ray Romano, Holly Hunter, Reba McEntire, Bob Saget, Ken Page, Lucy Lawless, Mary Steenburgen, Dave Coulier, Kevin Smith, Peter Gallagher, Naomi Scott, Annie Potts, Clive Davis, Jodi Benson, Harvey Mason Jr., Susan Egan, Paige O'Hara, John Stamos, Andra Day and Rita Wilson.

Composers and songwriters participating include Michael Abels, Kristen Anderson-Lopez, Angelo Badalamenti, Glen Ballard, Lesley Barber, Nathan Barr, Tyler Bates, Jeff Beal, Marco Beltrami, Alan Bergman, Terence Blanchard, Jongnic Bontemps, Kathryn Bostic, Kris Bowers, Jon Brion, Nicholas Britell, Bruce Broughton, BT, Carter Burwell, Sean Callery, Joshuah Brian Campbell, Lisa Coleman, John Debney, Tan Dun, Fil Eisler, Danny Elfman, Charles Fox, Germaine Franco, Harry Gregson-Williams, Hildur Gudnadóttir, Alex Heffes, Joe Hisaishi, James Newton Howard, Justin Hurwitz, Ashley Irwin, Mark Isham, Steve Jablonsky, Amanda Jones, Laura Karpman, Christopher Lennertz, Joe LoDuca, Robert Lopez, Mark Mancina, Gabriel Mann, Clint Mansell, Dennis McCarthy, Bear McCreary, Alan Menken, Bruce Miller, John Murphy, Starr Parodi, Benj Pasek, Justin Paul, Daniel Pemberton, Michael Penn, Heitor Pereira, Rachel Portman, Mike Post, A. R. Rahman, Tim Rice, Lolita Ritmanis, Dan Romer, Anna Rose, Jeff Russo, Arturo Sandoval, Lalo Schifrin, Marc Shaiman, Teddy Shapiro, Richard M. Sherman, David Shire, Rob Simonsen, Mark Snow, Tamar-kali, Dara Taylor, Pinar Toprak, Brian Tyler, Nick Urata, Benjamin Wallfisch, Diane Warren, Mervyn Warren, Paul Williams, Austin Wintory, Alan Zachary, Geoff Zanelli, Marcelo Zarvos, David Zippel and Hans Zimmer.

Some highlights of the special include:

Members of the Film & TV Music community deliver heartfelt messages of hope, solidarity & encouragement.

"Musicians!" - a humorous musical tribute to the Film & TV Music community featuring Zachary Levi, Patti LuPone, Alex Newell, "Weird Al" Yankovic, Peter Gallagher and Harvey Fierstein.

Tony Award winner and Disney Legend Anika Noni Rose highlights the history of African American composers, songwriters and artists who have contributed to the Film & TV Music industry through the years.

Performers Danny Elfman, Catherine O'Hara, Paul Reubens and Ken Pagereunite to perform a song from the film The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Eight-time Academy Award winning composer Alan Menken performs his timeless song, "A Whole New World," alongside his daughter Anna Rose, introduced by Aladdin (2019) stars Mena Massoud and Naomi Scott.

Stars from beloved animated features step out from behind the microphone to lend their voices to inspirational messages, featuring Irene Bedard, Jodi Benson, Auli'i Cravalho, Holly Hunter, Mandy Moore, Susan Egan, Ginnifer Goodwin, Linda Larkin, Paige O'Hara, Annie Potts, Anika Noni Rose and Ming-Na Wen.

John Stamos hosts "Name That TV Tune!" with celebrity panelists including Elisabeth Moss, Drew Carey, Ray Romano, Eve Plumb, Reba McEntire, Bob Saget, Dave Coulier, Marla Gibbs, Lucy Lawless and Kevin Smith competing to identify famous TV themes.

Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist actor Jane Levy invites us into the dreamworld of her Extraordinary Soundtrack Playlist.

Various performers, including members of the original cast of La La Land, sing a parody version of "Another Day of Sun."

William Shatner explores how different scores can give the same film a different meaning as an exasperated director, played by Richard Kind, leads a composer in multiple directions for a short film starring Kiernan Shipkaand Christian Coppola.

Songwriter Paul Williams performs his classic song "The Rainbow Connection," from The Muppet Movie, joined by various special guests from the Film & TV Music community.

Tony- and Emmy-winner and seven-time Oscar® nominee Marc Shaimanperforms an original song tribute to end title sequences.

MusiCares® COVID-19 Relief Fund was created by MusiCares® to provide support to the music community during the pandemic crisis. The music industry has been essentially shut down with the cancellation of music performances, events, festivals, conferences and the many other live events that are the cornerstone of the shared music experience. Since the fund's establishment in March, over 14,000 clients have been served, with many more still needing help.

Show co-creator Peter Rotter says: "When the pandemic tragically hit our world and began to shut down our film music community, I felt that something needed to be done to help those who were in need of support and care. Through MusiCares® we have found the charitable vehicle that can come alongside our hurting musical family.

"Music has always played a role in history; reflecting both the subtle and monumental moments of our lives through its unique DNA. Music connects each of us, acting as a common thread of unification, opening the hearts of all people.

"Regardless of the color of one's skin, status or station in life, music powerfully breaks through boundaries as its message permeates deep within us; healing our human frailties and condition at our cores. Music is transformative and personal. It powerfully underscores our lives."

"Music has always helped transport, uplift and inspire us through wars, economic hardships, health crises and societal upheavals," says show co-creator, Richard Kraft. "When COVID-19 hit, it threatened the lives and livelihood of much of our Film & TV Music community. So, we decided to create an online special that both celebrates the soundtrack of our lives and benefits, via MusiCares®, the artists who create it."

Starting June 25th at noon pacific, watch the video on Youtube via Rolling Stone, Variety & GRAMMY's channels, as well as on www.soundtracklives.com. Donate at soundtracklives.com now!

#darren criss #broadway world #soundtrack of our lives benefit #press #upcoming events #june 2020

[spaceexp]

Earth has captured a temporary “Mini-Moon”

CSS - Catalina Sky Survey logo. February 27, 2020 An asteroid discovered in mid-February is currently orbiting our planet. It is only the second time that such a case has been observed.

Our new neighbor is not in stable orbit and should not be around very long. (Photo: DR)

Earth has temporarily captured a car-sized "mini-moon", according to astronomers who have spotted the celestial object orbiting our planet. This satellite, from 1.90 to 3.50 meters in size, was observed on the night of February 15 by researchers Kacper Wierzchos and Teddy Pruyne, from the Catalina Sky Survey project funded by the American space agency Nasa, in Arizona (southwest of the United States).

2020 CD3

Video above: Kacper Wierzchos via Twitter @WierzchosKacper, BIG NEWS (thread 1/3). Earth has a new temporarily captured object / possible mini-moon called 2020 CD3. On the night of February 15, my Catalina Sky Survey teammate Teddy Pruyne and I found a 20th magnitude object. Here are the discovery images. "GREAT NEWS. Earth has a newly captured / possible mini-moon object called 2020 CD3 ", which could be a type C asteroid (carbonaceous, so very dark), tweeted Kacper Wierzchos on Wednesday. Captured three years ago For the astronomer, the information is "important" because "it is only the second known asteroid to gravitate around the Earth (after 2006 RH120, which was also discovered by Catalina Sky Survey)". Its current orbit would have been captured by Earth's attraction three years ago, he said.

Animated orbits of 2020 mini CD3 moon

Animation above: Tony Dunn on Twitter: Here's an animated GIF of our new 2020 mini CD3 moon, discovered by @WierzchosKacper. The rotating frame keeps the Earth / Sun line stationary. Orbital elements courtesy of IUA MPEC. The Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory's Center for Minor Planets, which collects data on minor objects in the solar system, said that "no connection to any known artificial object has been made," stating that it must have been surely d 'an asteroid captured by Earth's gravity. "Orbital dynamics indicate that this object is temporarily linked to the Earth," according to the same source. Already on departure Our new neighbor is not in stable orbit and should not be around very long. "It is moving away from the Earth-Moon system as we speak," which it is expected to release in April, researcher Grigori Fedorets of Queen's University in Belfat told New Scientist magazine.

Earth has temporarily captured a car-sized "mini-moon"

The only other known asteroid to have gravity around Earth, 2006 RH120, was in orbit around our planet from September 2006 to June 2007. Related links: Orbitsimulator: http://orbitsimulator.com/gravitySimulatorCloud/simulations/1582674492776_2020cd3_mpec.html Minor Planet Center: https://minorplanetcenter.net/mpec/K20 Catalina Sky Survey (CSS): https://catalina.lpl.arizona.edu/ Images, Animation (mentioned), Video (CSS), Text, Credits: AFP/CSS/Kacper Wierzchos/NASA/Orbiter.ch Aerospace/Roland Berga. Best regards, Orbiter.ch Full article

#space #science