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denebolablack · 7 months

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Note: This ended up being a light stuckony's post, because they live rent free in my head and don't want to move out.

Soooo I was listening Taylor's Swift song "Bigger than the whole sky" (Cuz I hate myself and I love to make me sad) and I can't stop thinking about the line:

"Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

I feel that that specific line gives Tony Stark vibes so hard, you know? Because he is an atheist, and for some reason I have the headcanon that Maria Stark was religious, and my mind thinks that at some point Tony blamed himself for his mom's death

Somewhere in the middle of the night when his thoughts are his only company, the idea of his mother dying as a consequence of Tony's atheism haunts him to the point he ends up having multiple mental breakdowns and searching for a drink hard enough to make him forget (and then he cries in the floor because he is been sober for months ann Steve would be so disappointed and Bucky would be so sad and he can't destroy what they have, not the only good thing he's been able to keep so far)

And in my stuckony and winteriron brain, one of the reasons why Tony gets to not only forgive but also understand Bucky's actions and pain is because he also blame himself for something that he couldn't control.

It was easy to pretend that his mother's death wasn't his own fault befor the avengers, he was a atheist after all. But after knowing Loki? Thor? If gods exist, if nordic gods exist, then who says thar there can't be other types of gods out there?

And he doesn't want to believe it, he don't want to think about that possibility cause, if he does, he probably would end up destroying himself as a punishment for not praying when he should.

So he doesn't.

He keep claiming to be an atheist, he keeps acting as an skeptic, he keeps telling to everyone that wants to listen that he was born and will die as an atheist.

And when he is completly alone, when even FRIDAY (Or JARVIS) lets him think they're not listening: he prays. He prays for everyone in the team, he prays for his friends (would they still be his friends if they knew that his hands are the hands of a sinner, of a murderer?), he prays and prays and prays, and he even prays for the dead ones because if he couldn't save their lives then he at least needs to save their souls.

And if he sometimes prays in the middle of a battle and Bucky stares at him like he was an especially difficult puzzle to solve well, no one needs to know that (and no one needs to know about the time when he cried in the brunette's soldier arms after telling him about then reason of his prayers)

And is no one's business if he travels to different countries to learn about their religions because he wants to help the Brooklyn's boys with the process of learning about the world (and if only said Brooklyn's boys are witnesses of Tony praying to different gods well, that's a secret that is not their place to tell)

And Tony doesn't need to know that even if he refuses to pray for himself a sinner, a murderer, a failure, always an angel never a god two pair of super soldiers pray for him everytime they can. They pray for the child he was, for the man he is and for the legend he'll become, for every single one of the scars in his body but mostly, they pray for the ones in his soul.

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starker1975 · 1 year

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Genuinely haven’t been the same since Tony Stark died. 😩🥺🖤

#tony stark #I never ever ever cried like I cried for him #🥺😩🖤

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00ps13-d41sy · 1 year

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Tony: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Peter: You and me!!! <3

Tony, tearing up: Okay-

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loopsisloops · 1 year

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We lose Nat and Tony this November…

#*cries onto my pb&j*#time doesn’t exist #Avengers Endgame #natasha romanoff #tony stark #avengers #mcu #marvel

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superiorkenshi · 1 year

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It's missing him moment (him being Tony stark)

#the fact that I never cried for my grandman death #but Tony stark I was a mess for one year #If someone said his name I would burst into tears #EVERY FUCKING TIME #The day I saw endgame I cried non stop for the entire day #I cried so much that the girls behind us in the cinema huged me at the end #they said that It's gonna be alright they were so sweet #Tony Stark he such a big confort character for me #I could spend days just thinking about him #(big up to my friends that supported the tony stark era I was terrible)#kenshi's life #tony stark

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caspermarvelimagines · 1 year

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf

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Riley stared at the glowing slits where Stark was staring back at her. They didn’t say anything as she realised how she looked and pushed herself onto her feet. He still had a few feet on her while she was human and he wore his suit – could she call it a suit?

“What?” Stark asks as the face plate of the mask lifts and reveals his raised eyebrow at Riley. “No thank you?”

“You’re late.” Riley states and watches the bewilderment in Stark’s stare and the way he shuffles to look around them.

“Didn’t seem so to me, looked like you were tailed from the main city.” He retorts. Riley huffs and rolls her eyes at the attitude that Stark seemed to be soaked in. But he had a point for about half a second before Riley started to think about it.

“If that were the case then why did they come from the north when the nearest city is much further south west?” Riley hums as she finishes and begins walking in the direction that the two men came from. The whirring from the suit’s movement alerts her of Stark following behind her – but then again so did the exaggerated sigh that he let out before he started following her.

“Where are you going?” Stark asks once he comes in line with Riley as he looks around them.

“To find the mystery crew, what else?” Riley throws back at him – a slight irritation building as she feels her wolf shift in discomfort from the suit distracting them from hearing anything.

“Think you could get out of that for a moment?” Riley snaps and turns to Stark as they come to a halt – well Riley did, Stark sort of tripped over his own feet.

“Look I’ve just got out of a serious relationship, I don’t really plan on sleeping with someone-”

“I don’t care or want to see you naked,” Riley interrupts before Stark can continue rambling. “The noise from your suit is messing with my hearing and right now I need that more than I need your sarcasm buddy.”

It was as though she had asked him to cut off his own hand as for the next five minutes Stark tried to explain why he wouldn’t take the suit off and that they should be leaving under their original orders. He then tried to ask what she meant by her use of hearing when all that was heard for miles was their argument.

“Look, these men obviously came from somewhere and we’re running out of time to find out where.” Riley snaps as she turns back to begin walking again.

“What makes you think that you’ll even find anything out here? Besides Bugs Bunny and Yogi Bear, I don’t think you’ll get much out of these woods.”

Stark grabs Riley by her upper arm and pulls her to face him. A guttural growl leaves Riley as she scowls at Stark, causing his hand to drop from her arm as his face goes slack from its previous tension. Riley takes a few deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, but it were as though the wolf inside her decided now would be a great time to pounce.

Riley turned away from Stark and walked further away as he gawked at her and failed to speak his mind – for once.

Tony had taken off the suit and collapsed it back to a brief case before he followed after the woman. The entire time as he took off the suit the only thing he could think of was the way she had switched on him. The way her amber eye seemed to glow brighter and not to mention the growl that reminded him of New York.

It was her.

Fury had sent him to extract an agent from the field in Germany, he never gave him anymore details on it other than to get it done quickly. So Tony had left Bruce to finish their research into more wolf sightings and any trails of the mystery woman who had aided them in their battle in New York and came all the way to Germany. Natasha would be following behind in one of the jets and Tony just had to get the agent to the jet so they could return to base.

But it was her.

Tony hadn’t been able to see her eyes properly once he lifted the face plate, it was pretty dark out. But when her amber eye burned and she growled much like a beast from a horror movie, it all but confirmed it in his mind that this was the woman who saved his life.

And here he was following after her as she crept through the woods towards an unknown location, which could either be full of whoever was after her or could be completely empty.

“So I feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” Tony starts once he was in stride with the woman. She side eyes him before continuing forward with an indifference about her.

“I’m just here on orders, same as you. I’m sure you can understand my urgency to get out of here.” Tony continued but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as the woman pauses and sniffs the air.

“There’s more of them about two hundred metres that way,” she points into the void of the forest before turning to Tony. “I’m going to go ahead, get a layout of their base. You need to contact Fury, tell him I’ve found a base of operations. Then wait for my signal before following.”

Tony frowns as his head draws back at the authoritative tone behind these new orders.

“As much as I’m someone who loves winging it, this plan doesn’t exactly sit well with me.” Tony waves his free hand as he speaks, hoping that it would help him convince this woman of… something. “Let’s just contact Fury and wait for back up.”

“Waiting costs time, which could let them slip away. Whatever information they have could be useful for shield.” The woman retorts and turns back to continue towards where she pointed.

“How will I know your signal?” Tony gives in as he shifts on his feet.

“You’ll hear it.”

Riley couldn’t believe the strength of Stark’s scent. Cinnamon had never been a smell that Riley liked but something made her incoherent when it came from him. It also seemed to become more pungent when he was growing just as irritated as her, which tipped her off to his mood.

After she had given him orders to contact Fury and she could hear him speaking over an intercom, she jogged towards the tobacco smell she scented just before. Riley came to halt when she reached what seemed like the perimeter of a base. There were large tents that lingered around with several armed men and women keeping watch or patrolling the perimeter. A man in a lab coat emerged from one of the tents nearer the centre of the camp and began speaking to one of the guards in German.

Riley sniffed the air again and almost sneezed from a dust like scent that made her feel violently sick suddenly. Acids maybe?

There was no way that Riley was going to be able to take on all these guards alone and she couldn’t see into the tents, but she had scented about seventeen more people inside the tents gathered around. It was lucky that she had Stark here too otherwise this would too messy for her.

Riley backed herself behind a tree as a guard began his patrol closer to her on the perimeter. Riley crouched down as the guard walked past, she opened her bag and took one of the guns out of her bag along with the other clips from the other guns. Thankful that she had taken them from the others as she loaded the gun and stuffed her bag behind the tree.

She’d have to use a gun and not her claws – she was still under orders to not reveal other self.

Aiming the gun at the nearest guard, Riley opens fire and begins her assault. The guard fell to the ground and alerted the man next to him. But his body followed after a shot to his back. Riley advanced into the perimeter and continued to shoot the guards in her path.

She hid behind some crates just as an alarm was sounded and several of the guards shouted. So now they were on the offensive and were aware of her presence.

Now was your cue.

Riley looked over the crate and just ducked back in time as a guard opened fire at her. There were ten more guards emerging from tents and all were aiming their fire at her. She popped up from behind the crates and shot two guards before ducking again. The scientists were being evacuated, so Riley needed to hurry. She stood up and fired upon the guards. Riley saw the scientists being led to the military vans on the other side of the clearing. She aimed for the lead guard and shot him before hiding behind a crate.

Riley heard Stark before he flew past her, he must of saw the scientists fleeing too.

There was shouting in German as some of the guards turned their fire onto Stark as he landed and held his palms out towards the remaining guards around the military vans. Something whirred and then a blast was shot from each palm of the suit and knocked the final two guards down. Riley advanced further into the camp towards the vans when a guard shot at her. The bullet penetrated her right thigh and embedded itself in the bone.

Riley crashed down on her left knee and shot the guard that landed his hit on her. Then the burning started and Riley almost howled in pain but she bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. The bullets were silver. Riley was out in the open like a sitting duck, so she dragged herself behind a crate as more gun fire was aimed her way.

Stark hadn’t seen the mess she ended up in, but when he turned as saw her holding her leg he was up in the air again.

Riley shot more guards down as Stark blasted them from the tree line. When the gun fire ceased, Riley dropped her gun and held her leg and applying pressure to cut the bleeding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she grunted, watching her nails grow into claws. She took several breaths before digging her claws into her thigh to pull the bullet from her bone.

Stark was rounding up the scientists from the camp, keeping his weapons trained on them as they all knelt with their hands behind their heads. He turned and watched as Riley pulled the bloody bullet from her leg; he almost wanted to vomit at the sight. He saw her claws sizzle before she threw the bullet away from her.

So the silver part is true. Now why were these guards using silver?

Riley leant her head back against the crate and closed her eyes. The world taking on a yellow hue a bit too much and she needed to calm herself and assure her wolf that they were okay. She heard the engines of two aircraft's and soon the heavy foot steps through the woods. Opening her eyes just in time to see the red haired woman appear from the treeline followed by several Shield soldiers.

Riley sniffed as she stood back up, leaning more to her left as the wound in her thigh would take some time to heal from the silver burns.

The soldiers surrounded the scientists and began cuffing them. The red haired approached Stark as the face plate lifted from the metal armour. Riley kept her head low as she listened.

“That the agent?” The woman asked.

“Yup. Feisty little thing. Might keep her around.” Stark replies and Riley rolls her eyes at the tone.

“I’ll get medical to prep on the jet for that wound on her leg.”

“Don’t bother,” Riley calls over to them, shocking them both that she was listening. “It’ll be healed within the hour.”

Riley limps over to the pair.

“I’ve left my backpack around the treeline over there, its currently holding the files that Fury wanted. So if one of your guys could collect it and give it to me that’d be grand.” Riley points over to where she originally attacked the base from. The red haired woman signals and orders one of the men to collect Riley’s belongings.

“Natasha Romanoff.” She introduces herself and holds out her hand. Riley curtly shakes it in greeting and then accepts her bag from the soldier to her right.

“If Fury didn’t mention my name then sorry but I’m not one to share.” Riley replies and slightly turns around.

“Which way to the jet?”

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imperialstark · 2 years

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perfect stroke 💋

fills the "Makeup" square for @stevetonygames Team Fuck 💖

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Tony had worn makeup for as long as he could remember. It started as a simple trick to help him look his best. Howard had been so concerned with their image. Taking a cue from his fellow socialites, he had found out concealer hid the dark circles under his eyes so well after a long night out partying like it was his last night on earth.

Slowly he started incorporating it into his daily routine. Blush for color and mascara to accentuate his eyes and a subtle, clear gloss to keep his lips moisturized. Makeup had never been strictly a feminine thing to him. It was as much a part of what made him, him, as his suit. Early that morning, he would go about his routine, as usual, his makeup being the last step, and he was out the door to Stark Industries for a long, dull day of board meetings. He had thought he had escaped them when he had stepped down as CEO, but Pepper had other plans.

He shot Steve, still out on his morning run, a quick good morning text, and he was out the door.

Steve replied right as Tony was walking into his office. "Miss you already. Don't forget about date night," and a string of heart emojis that made Tony laugh. Steve thought they were a cute way to jazz up your texts, and Tony didn't have the heart to disagree with him.

Eight hours later, Tony pondered just what emojis Steve would send to warn him of his impending death. Of course, Tony's last meeting of the day had run too long because his luck was just that shitty. He may or may not have garnered a few speeding tickets in his rush from Stark Industries, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Flowers in one hand, Tony all but flew to his personal floor where Steve would be waiting and, hopefully, feeling merciful.

He willed the elevator to glide faster, not that it would work. He glanced at himself in the chrome panels. His hair had that windswept look that Steve liked, falling into his eyes. He would have to get it cut soon. His skin maintained a healthy flush from his earlier sprinting, lips plump and...shining with gloss. In his mad dash, he had forgotten to clean his face.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Wiping it on his sleeve would only make him look like a clown. Tony knew that Steve was open-minded but didn't want to take any chances. Their relationship was still too fresh. He didn't think he could handle it if Steve ever rejected him. His heart hurt at the mere thought.

Before he could devise a plan, the doors whooshed open to his penthouse suite. His heart sank, his face quickly becoming the least of his worries as he took in the candles and rose petals leading from the elevator to his modest dining table, big enough to seat four. Steve had cooked for him Italian by its smell; the scent of garlic, onions, and tomatoes was as familiar to him as his own face in the mirror. JARVIS had dimmed the lights, smooth jazz playing softly in the background.

And Steve was nowhere to be found.

Tony stepped out of the elevator, the doors closing behind him. If Steve wasn't here, maybe he would have time to get cleaned up. Or maybe...Steve had given up on him all together.

"So much for you guys," Tony muttered to the bouquet of roses and wandered over to the trash can where they would meet their doom.

"Well, don't do that," a voice said from behind him. "They're too pretty. It'd be a waste."

Tony stiffened and slowly turned to face Steve.

He stood with his arms crossed in front of him, head tilted to the side as he looked Tony over. Damn, he looked good. He wore the navy blue button-up that matched his eyes, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and clinging to his biceps for dear life.

"I'm sorry," Tony said in place of a greeting. "Honey, I'm so sorry, the meeting ran late. I swear those old geezers love the sound of their own voices more than I do—"

"Be quiet."

Immediately Tony closed his mouth.

Steve never shouted or yelled at him, even when they were in the field; he had this mesmerizing ability to shut Tony up like no one else could, speaking in that low yet firm voice that didn't demand respect. Tony gave it to him anyway.

"Give me the flowers."

Tony handed them over wordlessly, stomach twisting in knots as he watched Steve go about finding a vase for his flowers and filling it with water. He didn't dare move from his spot, yet that didn't stop him from fidgeting. He drummed his fingers against his thigh just to give himself something to do until Steve finally acknowledged him. Steve had made no mention of his face, leaving him on edge, sweat beading beneath the collar of the three-piece suit he still wore.

Roses squared away, Steve walked right up to Tony until they were face to face. His eyebrows knitted together, and Tony knew there was no more hiding his secret.

Steve grabbed Tony by his chin. Tony tried to turn away, but Steve's grip tightened ever so slightly, a subtle warning that made Tony's breath hitch.

"Look at me," Steve demanded, and Tony did as he was told. He braced himself for the inevitable disgust, for Steve's handsome face to curl in a nasty sneer because that's what they all did whenever a man did something outside of what was "normal." He tried to tell himself that Steve would never treat him that way, but that didn't stop the ugly thoughts from coming.

"You're so lovely," Steve murmured. His thumb swiped at Tony's bottom lip, smudging the gloss he painstakingly applied earlier that day. A familiar heat pooled deep in Tony's belly as he sucked the pad of Steve's thumb into his mouth. Steve pushed it in deeper, eyes darkening at the way Tony's lips parted to take him. Tony whined when Steve pulled his thumb back. He wanted, no, needed any part of Steve to be inside him until he didn't know where either of them ended or began. Tony wanted to sink to his knees and show Steve just how much his approval meant to him.

"You're not mad?"

Steve chuckled, the sound making Tony's heart soar. "How can I be mad at such a pretty face?"

Tony had no choice but to kiss him then, deep and slow like they had all the time in the world. Steve's hand went from cupping Tony's chin to the back of his head. His fingers worked through Tony's hair, massaging his scalp. Tony moaned into his mouth, his hands working at Steve's belt.

"What are you doing?" Steve broke the kiss, and Tony wanted to whine. Sometimes, he craved Steve like a fiend, needed him like he needed air to breathe. They had only been dating for three months, but Tony knew he loved him. It hadn't been at first sight like the movies made it, but there had been a spark there when they first met that fateful night in Germany. A spark they had tended to until it consumed them with its intensity.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Tony said, breathless. He yanked Steve's belt from its loops and tossed it to the side. They'd find it later. Hell, maybe he could convince Steve to use it on him. "I'm saying sorry."

And then he sunk to his knees. The kitchen tile bit into them, and he knew he would be sore later, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Not when Steve looked at him like that, like Tony was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Baby, you don't need to say sorry," Steve said, although, judging by the bulge in his trousers, he wasn't opposed to Tony's idea of an apology either.

"No," Tony agreed, unzipping Steve's fly and wetting his lips. "But I want to anyway."

He worked Steve's pants down to his knees. Instead of diving straight in like he wanted to, Tony took his time. He wanted to make Steve feel good, wanted to make Steve feel his love.

Pushing Steve's shirt up, he pressed kisses to Steve's stomach, tongue darting out to lick into his belly button, savoring the way Steve shuddered against him. Grabbing hold of Steve's thighs for leverage, he kissed his way down, down, down, worshipped the sliver of skin where Steve's hip met his thigh, his breath ghosting over Steve's cock.

"Tony, for fuck's sake," Steve groaned, his hand resting atop Tony's head. "Thought you were saying sorry, sweetheart."

Tony smiled against Steve's hip and, finally taking pity on him, turned his attention to what rose between Steve's thighs. Steve's cock was a thing of beauty, not too thick or long, and flushed the prettiest shade of pink whenever Tony riled him up.

He licked at the pre-come leaking from the slit, its taste salty, but not unpleasant, on his tongue.

Steve cursed, throwing his head back and exposing the long, graceful column of his throat when Tony took him into his mouth. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, Steve easily filling Tony's mouth past its limit. Not that Tony wasn't going to push himself anyway. Steve helped him along, pushing insistently at Tony's head, moaning under his breath, "So fucking pretty, so good for me. You can take it, come on and open up for me."

Steve's cock nudged the back of his throat. Breathing in and out slowly through his nose, he took Steve deeper into his mouth until his nose was flush with Steve's stomach.

Bobbing his head, Tony looked up at Steve through his lashes. He could imagine the image he must have made; mascara streaking down his face, cheeks bulging from whenever Steve fucked into his mouth.

Later on, his jaws and knee would ache for days, and he'd have to send his suit to the cleaners, but right now, all he could think was that he had never felt more beautiful.

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