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Tony Stark x F!Reader

Prompt: “i can't believe you don't like hugs."

Summary: you come home to the tower to hear that your teammate tony has been awake for days. you take it upon yourself to get to complete some much-needed self-care.

Warnings: fluff.

Word Count: 1,741

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The door sounded with a quiet, welcoming ding as the elevator arrived on your floor, the lights of your suite already on and pleasantly dimmed to accommodate to the tenderness of your eyes this late at night. It was a little before three in the morning, and while your flight had had no major issues and the traffic between the airport and Avengers Tower had been blessedly in your favor, it was still agonizing to be getting home so late.

Home.

It still surprised you how quickly you’d come to think of this place as more than just a place to sleep, more than what had originally felt like a ridiculously over-sized hotel room. It had been only six months since Loki’s attack on New York, and while the renovations to the Tower were not yet finished, your suite had been one of the first floors to be completed. And now it somehow felt far more familiar to you than any of the countless beds you had claimed over the last twenty-seven years.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/L/N,” the cool, friendly voice of Tony’s personal assistant sounded from the invisible speakers above you. “I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, for a nine-hour flight in a broken seat,” you replied with a sigh, stretching out the lingering kink in your lower back. You set your suitcase down by the elevator doors. “And how many times do I have to tell you; it’s just Y/N.”

“I’m sure only once more,” he replied. “As always.”

You chuckled, a small, tired smile lingering on your lips. “Are the others here?”

“Only Mr. Stark is in residence at the moment,” the A.I. informed you as you made your way further into your suite. You toed off your shoes, shedding your jacket and tossing it onto the nearby sofa. “Shall I inform him of your arrival?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to wake him.”

There was a slight pause. “Mr. Stark is not asleep, Ms. Y/L/N.”

How an A.I. could have a variation in tone, you weren’t sure, but you stopped halfway to unbuttoning your jeans. “And how long exactly has Tony been awake?”

“…Almost eighty-three hours, ma’am.”

“I think I hate ‘ma’am’ even more than my last name.” you sighed, casting a glance towards the room to your left. The door was ajar, and you swore your bed was calling to you. “Where is he?”

“In the lab.”

“…Okay.”

***

A wall of sound greeted you as you stepped into the lab, and you flinched. It lowered immediately to a more bearable level, and you silently praised whatever part of JARVIS’ programming it was that could pick up on your discomfort like that.

“JARVIS,” Tony said without looking up from his work. “Don’t mess with my music.”

He was at the far end of the lab, moving between a couple of workbenches and the hologram of his latest designs with the disorganized, staccato rhythm you had begun to recognize as being a sign of sleep deprivation. There was a half-empty coffee pot on the bench closest to you, the scent of it gone stale. Tony’s clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and you frowned when you noticed the shadows under his eyes. They were made darker by the blue light of the hologram between the two of you.

“I think we can do better on these reflector panels, J.,” he continued as though he hadn’t noticed you enter. “If this suit is going to work for stealth, I’m going to need the change to be instantaneous.” He waved a hand, and parts of the suit projected in front of him dropped away. “Scrap ‘em. Take it from the top.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hello to you, too, Stark.” you said snidely despite your concern. “Or am I expected to call you ‘sir’ in here, too?”

“Only if you want me to get all tingly over it,” he retorted teasingly, finally pausing long enough to meet your eye. He gave you a genuine, if distracted and exhausted, smile.

“Most people just say ‘welcome home’.”

Tony returned to one of the benches, eyes fixating on a tablet screen. “Are you implying that I could possibly be ‘most people’?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, sidestepping an abandoned helmet prototype. There was an empty coffee mug sitting inside it. The crockery was stained with dark brown rings. You made you way around to his workbench, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of it beside him. “Tony, when was the last time you got some sleep?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said, pointedly avoiding your eye and focusing his gaze on the work in front of him. “Or did you come all the way down here just for a hug?”

“A hug? Hardly,” you said with a scoff.

Tony met your eye, raising a brow. There was a teasing tilt to his lips, a challenge in his expression. “I don’t accept that.”

“Accept what?”

“I can’t believe that you don’t like hugs.” he said, straightening. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands claiming your knees. You felt a warmth spread up from where he touched you to heat your belly, and you straightened slightly, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. “I refuse to accept it. I mean, for a woman completely capable of breaking every bone in my body with her bare hands, you’re downright cuddly.”

As he said the last words he reached up and touched the tip of his finger to your nose tauntingly, and you wrinkled it in response. He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him. Something about sleep deprivation always made him lighter, more teasing. While his usual jokes were witty and occasionally flirty, when you found him like this, he was… softer. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a massive dork?”

Tony’s grin widened, and he stepped back, holding up his hands as though you’d just proved his point. “See, anyone else would call me an asshole, but you – sweet, innocent thing that you are – go with ‘dork’.”

“Oh, Stark. Trust me,” you snickered, pushing yourself up off the edge of the table. It closed much of the distance between the two of you, your chest almost meeting his. You made a show of casting your eyes down over him before meeting his eye with a smirk. “If you actually knew me, the last word you’d be using to describe me is ‘innocent’.”

Intrigue flashed in his eyes, a curve to his parted lips sending an unexpected thrill up your spine. He made move to speak, but you pressed a finger to his lips. His smile widened against your skin.

“I’m sure whatever you were about to say would have been rife with innuendo, Tony,” you said. “But honestly, you kind of stink. How long’s it been since you had a shower?”

***

“Y’know, I’m not really sure why I had to stick around for this.” you called out over the sound of rushing water, folding your arms over your chest. You were standing outside the penthouse bathroom, your back against the wall beside the door. Steam billowed out of the open doorway, clinging to your bare arms.

The water shut off, and Tony’s reply came a few moments later, his voice echoing off the tile. “And here I thought you were worried about my wellbeing, sweetheart.”

“You’re not exactly at risk of drowning in the shower, Tony,” you pointed out. You heard his answering chuckle and the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. There was a long silence, punctuated only by the quiet sounds of shaving cream being sprayed and a razor against skin. “And you survived it. So, can I go to bed now?”

“And miss out on this quality team-bonding time?” he called out. “Shudder to think.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a smile. “‘Team-bonding’? We’re missing a couple of key members here. Unless you’ve got Rogers stashed in your shower caddy.”

“Not exactly the member I’d pick for that,” he replied as he stepped through the doorway, wiping at his jaw with a towel. Another was slung securely around his hips. Rivulets of water marked his bare torso, droplets clinging to his chest. There was a teasing smirk on his lips, and you swallowed. “Now, Romanoff on the other hand—”

“I’m going to stop you there before this conversation devolves into casual misogyny,” you eye-rolled, holding up a hand.

“I’ll have you know I’m an equal opportunity lech.” Tony shot back, amused. “I just didn’t think Thor would fit in the caddy.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Right…” you said. He’d missed a tiny patch of shaving cream on the corner of his jaw, and you reached up to wipe it away with two fingers. Tony’s smile widened as you wiped it on his bare chest. You cleared your throat as you realized the intimacy of your actions. “Well, you’ve managed to navigate the perils of a penthouse bathroom, Iron Man. Congrats.”

“So, what’s your excuse now?”

Confusion creased the skin between your brows. “For what?”

Tony’s smirk twitched, and you recognized the challenge in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach fluttered. “For turning down a hug.”

You laughed, shaking your head disbelieving. “God, Stark, you are such a—”

Tony took hold of your arm, surprising you by pulling you toward him and bringing his lips to yours. They were soft and warm, teasing with the taste of spearmint. The clean scent of his body wash enveloped you, his fingers gentle but firm on your arm. The warmth of his body – still bolstered by the heat of the shower – leached into your skin, wrapping you in a ghost of an embrace that made you lean into him. The kiss lasted only a moment before he pulled back again, that expression of taunting flirtation still in place.

You pressed your lips together, your skin tingling. “What was that for?”

He shrugged a shoulder, tightening the towel around his waist. There was an annoying note of nonchalance in his expression, and self-assuredness that told you he knew exactly what kind of effect he’d just had on you. “Call it a thank you.”

“I—” you swallowed, forcing your breath to steady. “Most people just say ‘thank you’.”

He grinned, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “Didn’t we agree that I’m not ‘most people’?”

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Sunbeam. Mini Series.

Chapter 1

An: This has had a choke hold on me for days. So now you too have to suffer. Switches POVs, 3rd to 2nd, sorry if it's confusing!

Wc:~5k

Pairing: Tony Stark x Mutant!OFC(Fiona/Sunbeam)

She first met Tony Stark when she was 23. It was an accident, really.

Sitting in the common room at Xavier's School for the Gifted, the TV was background noise as she read her book. Logan was back, and his grunts and grumbles at the TV were distracting.

“What now, Logan? You've been complaining for 20 minutes,” she smirks at him, her toe digging into his side.

“The damn news,” he grumbles, practically crushing the remote in his hand. “Been the same thing for the last 3 goddamn months.”

When she looks over to the screen, it's another newscaster covering the disappearance of billionaire, philanthropist, and arms dealer, Tony Stark.

She hums, “I heard they were stopping military support ‘cause they don't believe he's alive.”

Logan grunts in response, flinging the remote on the coffee table next to his feet. His head falls back against the couch, and she lets out a giggle at him.

When she glances back to the TV, there were pictures of Stark from the last time anyone saw him alive. It looked like he was in a desert, a drink in hand, and the other shaking the hand of some military general.

The newscaster said the last known location was somewhere outside Afghanistan, his convoy took heavy fire, and almost everyone involved was injured or killed.

The more she thought about Stark and how the people in his life must miss him, the more her fingers tingle. The energy of the powers under her skin coming to the surface.

She places the book down so it doesn't burn. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she set something on fire.

“Need to let out some excess energy, Fi?” Logan tilts his head over to his adoptive daughter when he feels the crackle of powers in the air.

Being a mutant was a part of her. Fiona couldn't remember her early life, just living on the streets in Southern California. Until Professor Xavier and Logan rescued her. Fi, as Logan affectionately calls her, can't remember her parents. They dropped her at an orphanage when her powers first started showing.

She shakes her head, “no, just overthinking,” as she rubs her hands together, little sparks of energy pop in the air.

Soon after, she fled. Fiona was 6. She clung to Logan like gum on the sole of his shoes. He may have complained, but he didn't mind.

It was rare to see Logan without her trailing behind him the first few months.

“Fiona,” Logan shifts to get a better look at her. “You can tell me if something is bothering you, ok? I may not be, y’know,” he shrugs and gestures to himself.

“The greatest at sharing emotions?” she smirk.

Logan chuckles and gives a nod.

“Really, Logan, I'm fine,” Fiona reassures him. When she looks back at the television, the segment on Tony Stark is wrapping up, and she gives another fleeting thought about where he is.

Then it felt like she was falling. Straight through the couch, the floorboards, the mansion. Everything.

Logan calls her name, eyes in a panic, as his daughter disappears in the blink of an eye.

***

You shot out into the bright, hot sunshine some 30 feet in the air. However you got here, it was lost on you as you plummeted head over heels to the ground.

As you braced for impact, you couldn't help but notice all the sand. When you crashed down on your side, you tumbled down a sand dune. The scorching sun and sand burned at your skin as you tried to get your bearings.

You coughed the sand from your mouth as you stood, dusting it off your body, looking around.

Vast nothingness surrounded you. Endless hot sand dunes for miles.

Where the hell am I?

“Logan?” Your throat was scratchy from the sand. You coughed again to clear it. “Hello?” You called a little louder.

“You…” a voice called from behind you.

You spun around, flinging sand as you did, and brought your hands up to defend yourself. Little sparks of golden energy tickling your fingers.

The man stood a good 20 feet from you. He was sunburnt, bloody, and blistered. His old worn slacks had holes along the knees, and his gray tank top did little to protect him from the sun.

“You're here,” his voice was hoarse and rough. You wondered how long he's been out here. Wherever here is.

“I thought I imagined it, but” he laughed a little in disbelief, “you. You're here.”

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry, buddy. I don't really know where I am. Or who you are.” You spin in a circle before you face him again, “I don't even know how I got here!”

“It's me. I'm,” and when your brows furrow his shoulders slump, “Tony. Stark.”

You sputter and take a step towards him, “what? How? Where are we?”

“Afghanistan, more or less,” Stark shrugs.

You pace in a circle, still not understanding. “I was just in New York. Are you saying I'm on the OTHER SIDE of the WORLD??”

Stark falls backwards to land on his rear, panting breaths in the hot desert sun. “You’re telling me, I still can’t believe it myself.”

”Tony Stark. Oh my God. Oh my God,” you rush to him and land on your knees in front of him, hands hovering above him. “How are you - why - holy shit. Oh my God.”

”I get that a lot,” he snarks, head falling back as he shields his face from the sun with an old ratty shirt. You notice something blue glowing in the middle of his chest, but there’s more pressing matters to worry about at the moment.

”Wouldn’t happen to have a flare gun in those pajama shorts, would ya, kid?”

You look down at yourself, and sure enough, you’re in an oversized tee and pajama shorts. It was the middle of the night back in New York after all.

”I - um - well,” you bring a fist up in front of you, small sparks of gold form around your hand and then encase it in a golden bubble. You haven’t shown anyone outside of other mutants your powers before.

You can convert the sun's radiation into physical energy. Shooting golden rays of beams and projectiles of pure energy from your hands.

Sometimes when you get anxious, the power in your fingertips becomes a little unstable, and you have to release some of it so you won't cause an accident (which happens more often than not, you're still learning).

Rogue likes to call your abilities akin to the sun, like sun rays for the beams you shoot and sun orbs for the bubbles you throw. She was quick to give you the nickname Sunbeam, so it stuck.

When you glance up at Stark, he’s barely taken notice of the sudden energy emitting from your hand, eyes focused on your face.

”I’ve never - I haven’t…” Stark puts a hand on your arm and squeezes it lightly. He gives you a small nod, eyes heavy with exhaustion and face a little too sunburnt. His chapped lips pull into a thin line, you should do this. You have to do this. He’s been missing for three months. You both could die out here.

With one last big inhale, you raise your fist in the air and let loose a few energy blasts that shoot up like a firework. You open your hand and they explode like one too. Bright golden sparks of energy fill the sky a hundred feet in the air.

***

Colonel James Rhodes was not amused when he asked Tony how the hell you got in the middle of the desert in just your pajamas, when Starks only response was:

“You can see her too? I thought I was going crazy,” and never mentioned it again.

That was almost half a day ago, and now you’re about to touch down in Los Angeles.

Stark needed help getting into the dress shirt Colonel Rhodes had given him, so you tore the right sleeve of the shirt off for him.

”There, that should help,” you grinned at him. You helped him guide his arm into the sling and put it in place. “You should probably go to the hospital once we land, Mr. Stark.”

Stark hummed, picking up the suit jacket and putting it around your shoulders.

The massive Boeing C-17 plane landed on the Air Force base in Los Angeles after what felt like the longest flight of your life.

You followed Rhodes and Stark down the ramp of the plane, it seems he had people waiting for him. When your bare feet meet the tarmac, you look around, and across the lot, you see a sleek black jet, the ramp down, and two people you knew all too well waiting for you.

You ran past Stark and his group, not sparing them a second glance, “Professor? Logan!” When you reach them, you launch yourself at Logan, and he catches you with one arm around your back. He squeezes you just a little tighter than usual, but you don’t mind.

“Jesus Christ, kid. You scared the shit out of me,” Logan sets you down and puts a hand on your head. “Look a little sunburnt, too.”

“Professor, do you know what happened to me?”

Xavier hums, bringing one hand to his chin, “It seems there's more to your powers than I first thought.” He hums again, bringing a hand down to turn his wheelchair around. Before he can make it up the ramp, he pauses, “I believe someone wants to say goodbye, my dear,” he smirks.

You turn and see Stark standing a few feet away, he clears his throat, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Logan growls behind you, and you glare at him, but he doesn't move. Instead he steps closer to you and crosses his arms over his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you go over to Stark, “I guess this is goodbye,” you fiddle with your fingers, golden energy sparking along your hands. “It - um - it was nice to meet you.” Your sentence ends in a small question, shoulders up by your ears when you say it.

“You saved my life,” Stark scoffs, “I think you can do better than ‘it was nice to meet you’, kid.”

Something about him calling you kid, didn't sit well with you. It was different when Logan, Scott, or the other older mutants would say it. But hearing Tony Stark say it sounded wrong.

“I'm not a kid,” you mumble.

“Fiona,” Logan grunts from behind you, “it's time to go. Now.”

Well that leaves little room for anything else when Logan says ‘now’.

You make the quick decision to give Stark a hug, going to the side where of his uninjured arm.

It's an awkward side hug, and he definitely wasn't expecting it, “take care of yourself, alright?” And you're back tracking toward the Jet before Stark could respond.

***

“Again!” Logan shouts across the training yard. He has singe marks littered across his uniform, every hit you manage to land isn't enough to knock him on his ass.

And Logan is getting frustrated at your lack of focus.

“C'mon, Logan,” you pant, hands on your knees as you catch your breath. “We've been at this for hours! It's been nonstop for the last few months, I need a break.”

He growled, and you could practically feel it vibrate across the room, “You need to get a handle on your powers, girl,” he started stalking towards you.

You shook your hands out, golden energy sparking at your fingertips.

To give Logan credit where it was due, your bubbles of energy were getting stronger. The more you fight with the Adamantium-boned mutant, the sturdier the bubbles become. You could even create small defensive shield-like energy bubbles.

“Pay attention!” He shouted right before his clawed fist came at you.

On instinct, or panic, your arms shot out wide, a large golden shield appeared between Logan’s fist and your chest. You sigh in relief, only a small part of his Adamantium claws pierced the shield this time.

You could see his arm flexing, his foot shifting to push his fist forward. He was hardly straining, and you were struggling to keep the shield up. Your arms straining to keep the bubbles around your hands connected to the shield in front of you.

Logan pushed, claws breaking through your shield and it began to crack. When his fist finally connected with your shield, the force of the break exploded and threw you backward. You landed on your back, and the force knocked the wind out of you.

“I told you, kid,” Logan began stalking towards you again, “get your shit together!”

Before he could reach you, he was stopped mid stride, and he flew backwards as well. Landing on his feet and skidding to a stop.

When you sat up, you could see Jean glaring at Logan, her hand coming down from her temples.

“That's enough, Logan,” her voice is finite. There's no room for arguing.

Jean kneels down next to you and places her hand on your shoulder. Her face is full of concern when she sees a gash on your cheek. You feel the blood trickle down and bring your hand up to wipe it away.

“Ow,” you pull your fingers away, and they come away soaked in blood, “must've been from my shield.”

Jean helps you stand, a few cuts are on your uniform, small specs of blood seeping through.

“Come on, Fi, let's have Hank take a look at you,” Jean leads you out of the training room, and before the doors close behind you, she waves her hand and you hear a loud thud. Logan plummets to the floor and shouts a curse out just as the doors close.

***

Turns out, the cut on your cheek was from Logan’s claw nicking your skin. Hank had to stitch it closed, or it wouldn't heal right. All the other small cuts were from your shield shattering, but nothing some antiseptic and a few band-aids couldn't fix.

Your hands had seen better days. They took the full force of your energy breaking. They looked burned, but Hank assured you they weren't.

“It most likely occurred when the build up of force from Logan’s punch and your energy containment orbs couldn't withstand the pressure,” Hank was wrapping your hands in gauze. Careful, clawed blue fingers handle you with care. He went on to explain how to care for the injury, and if you needed help, to find him and he'll do it.

You zoned out as Hank continued to talk. The voices growing in volume outside the medical room doors caught your attention.

Hank turned his back to you as he cleaned up, and you made your way towards the door, pushing it open just a crack.

“He's being reckless with her, Professor!” Jean's hands were wildly articulating to get her point across. “She’s in there right now because Logan can't control his temper or his strength,” she huffs.

Xavier seems to sense your eyes on him, and he looks up, going to speak, but you're sure he can read your mind without even trying.

Logan is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He scoffs, “yeah, and she'll never figure out how t'unlock those Teleportin' powers unless I push 'er to do it,” he rolls his shoulders and gives the Professor a knowing look. “She asked for my help, and I'm doin’ just that.”

You open the door and step out into the hallway. You can see the group of eyes scan your body. The tank top and gym shorts Hank had you change into doing little to hide the cuts, scrapes, and bruises littered over your body.

You meet Logan’s eyes, and you notice the moment he sees the stitches on your cheek from his claws. His shoulders slump, and his arms drop to his side.

When he goes to speak, you hold up a hand, “I'm not a kid anymore,” you lift your chin just a little bit, “I appreciate you looking out for me, Jean, but I can handle myself. And Logan is right, I did ask him to help me because I knew he wouldn't hold back.”

You take a deep breath, and you feel something change in the air around you, “don't be sorry. Because I'm not,” and you step back into a crack that's formed behind you.

One second, you're staring at your friends in the Manson. You're sure you see the Professor give you a smile. Then, the next, you're in a garage. A half dozen expensive and fancy cars line the one side of the wall.

“Uuhh, how did you get in here? Who are you?” A voice says behind you. You haven't heard it in almost 5 months. “JARVIS?”

You spin around, and there stands Tony Stark in a wife beater and dark jeans. Hair a little disheveled. Some weird red and gold gauntlet adorning his right hand.

Sir, should I notify the authorities?

A disembodied voice says from around you, it makes you jump a little, fingers sparking, and then the energy dies out.

“No, it's fine, J. Fiona,” Stark's shoulders slump, and he makes his way toward you.

“Surprise?” You say, giving him little jazz hands, as much as your bandaged hands allow. You look around the garage. Behind Stark, there's a bunch of broken glass. The television on the wall talks about another attack in the Middle East.

“What happened here?”

He ignores you and brings his left hand to your cheek, right below the stitches on your left cheekbone.

“What the hell happened to you?” There's concern in his eyes, and you tilt your head to look at him.

“Training gone wrong,” you shrug. Stark picks up one of your hands by the wrist, bringing it to his face.

“And this?”

“The energy had to go somewhere,” you shrug again. Flexing your fingers, little sparks of energy radiate from the tips and travel down to where his hand is on your wrist.

Stark's eyes widened, fingers tightening a little, “What - I didn't imagine it?” You shake your head no. “What is it? How can you do that?”

You were expecting him to pull away in disgust or ask what you were. Maybe it's the genius in him that wants to figure out how your powers work.

“I'm a mutant,” that should explain everything, but his eyebrows pull together in confusion as he meets your eyes. “y’know, individuals with unexplained powers. The X-gene? I was born this way.”

Stark hums, stepping away and letting your wrist go. “Yeah, let's put a pin in that,” he takes his gauntlet off and holds up a finger as he runs up the stairs.

***

“Wow…” is all you say. Stark had his robots, or whatever they were, help him into this… suit. Different arms and parts are coming up out of the floor.

“That's amazing. You built this? What - what does it do?”

“Sit, watch. You'll see,” his tinny voice comes through the helmet on his head, and then he is off like a rocket up the ramp and out of the garage.

A moment later, the screens on the desk came to life, showing Stark's face on one screen and a HUD display of what he could see on the other.

“This - this is amazing. You're amazing! You can fly!” You laughed. You weren't new to people being able to fly. Some of your close friends could fly, but they were mutants. Stark was human. And he could fly.

Tony wouldn't admit the praise made him blush and a little flustered. He cleared his throat as his thrusters pushed him faster through the sky.

“Yeah, I'm pretty badass.”

You watched through the screens as night slowly turned to day. He cleared the Pacific Ocean in less than 10 minutes. You could hear the sonic boom from the sound barrier breaking as Stark flew faster.

Soon, he was landing at his destination. The chaos around the war-torn village quickly came to a halt as Stark used some kind of energy blasts out of his gauntlets.

Well, that looked familiar.

Just as he turned around, armed men grabbed hold of innocent villagers, the threat making your breath hitch.

“Tony…” You breathed, and he lowered his hands. Then the HUD scanned the faces of the people around him, labeling them hostile or civilians. In the next breath, small projectiles shot out of the suit and incapacitated the hostile forces.

You breathed a sigh of relief as Stark left Gulmira, but not before destroying what looked like Stark Industries labeled missiles.

***

“What was all that?” You asked.

Stark had just returned after his harrowing run in with the Air Force after his impromptu trip to Gulmira. Now, the robotic system was trying to get him out of the suit.

You rolled the chair away from the desk with a flair, pushing off and slowly coming to a stop to the side of Stark. He looked over at you with a smirk.

The robotic arms tugged and pulled, trying to get the suit off him, “Hey, ow! Watch it - ah ow!”

Well, it is a tight fit, sir.

You giggle at his discomfort, swinging the chair back and forth.

Sir, the more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt.

“Be gentle, it's my first time,” his leg was in the air as an arm tried to undo the bolts.

“Maybe you need an emergency release, Stark,” you laugh when he sends you a glare.

“What's going on here?” A voice startles you, and you jump out of the rollie chair that it gets sent backward into some cabinets.

Stark slowly turns to the woman, giving her a deadpan look, “Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing.”

“Are those bullet holes?” She breathes. “And who is she?” The strawberry blonde turns to you.

“Pepper - wait. Hey - ow!”

***

It took several hours for Pepper Potts to calm down, mostly because Stark was still trying to get the suit off. She left soon after, less in shock and more emotionally drained.

“I'm going to bed,” she announced and quickly left the garage.

It was quiet for a while. You stared down at your bandaged hands, fingers fiddling with the gauze. Whatever meds Hank had given you wore off a few hours ago, and the pain had slowly returned.

“Stark,” you called to him, he turned in his chair. He looked a little worse for wear, covered in grease and dark circles under his eyes.

“I should go,” you shrugged. His brows pulled together as he studied you.

“I did some reading, by the way,” Stark got up from his chair and began fiddling with the tools lining the bench. “That little X-gene of yours.”

He looked up through his lashes at you, one eyebrow raised.

You nodded, coming up to the other side of the tool bench from him.

“A lot of articles published by a Professor Charles Xavier,” he continued. “Pretty smart, your Professor. Attending Bard College at age 16. Graduating with a bachelor's degree in biology in only two years. A world-renowned geneticist with multiple Ph.D.s.

“And he'd rather teach at a school full of children. In the middle of Westchester? Never really added up. Until I met you.”

Stark had made his way around the bench to stand next to you, “what can you really do?” His eyes bounced between yours, a look of wonder in his irises.

You laugh lightly, “I'd show you if I could,” You hold your hands up. The bandages need to be changed soon. You wiggle your fingers, “all out of juice, sorry Stark.”

He studies you for a moment, leaning his hip against the table, “can you get back?”

You hum, you suppose you could. “It's different, making the portals and shooting a beam out of my hands,” You put a hand on his chest, a zap running up your arm and down your spine when you do.

Stark inhales sharply, eyes wide as he looks down at your hand on the glowing circle in his chest.

He explained to you that it was keeping him alive, keeping the shrapnel from the bomb explosion from reaching his heart. The arc, or something.

“Whoa,” you both said in unison.

The air around you is thick and charged. Whether it's from your powers sparking in the air or the closeness between the two of you, you can't be sure.

Stark leans his head down, tilting to the side to try and catch your eye, but before he can open his mouth to speak, you take a step back. Hand falling to your side as you go.

Sir, the diagnostics are finished. Seems to be multiple–

“Yea, ok JARVIS, I got it,” he cuts off his AI as he watches you back up.

“It was good to see you again, Stark,” you say, one hand coming up next to you, “stay out of trouble, ok?” A spark ignites at your fingertips. A bright tear like line appears in thin air. It opens, and it sounds like ripping paper in half.

The portal glows a golden orange like your powers, it's long enough for you to step into. You give him one last wave and a smile before you step through, the garage and Tony disappearing in the blink of an eye.

***

A week later, your cuts and the energy burns on your hands have healed almost completely.

Hank had taken the stitches on your cheek out. The gash would leave a scar, but you don't mind too much. A butterfly bandage keeps the gash closed so it can heal more.

Now, as you walk down the halls of the mansion, you're stopped by Rogue. She has a coy smile on her face.

“Have ya heard, sugah?” Her accent shines through as she nudges her clothed elbow against yours.

“Heard what? What's got you all giddy for?” You both stop near the library, her pulling you to the side like she has a secret to tell you. Well, maybe she does.

“That guy ya saved a few months back? They say he's the man in that red n’ gold suit we saw on the news the other night,” Rogue is grinning from ear to ear, her gloved hand grabs yours and pulls you further down the hall.

A few others are in the common room, crowded around the TV. Colonel Rhodes is talking about the explosion that happened the next night after you left Stark's house.

The marquee under the podium reads: STARK INDUSTRIES CEO TONY STARK TO READ A PREPARED STATEMENT TO THE PRESS IN COMING MOMENTS.

“You think he's a mutant, too?”

“No way, just some rich guy with too much time on his hands.”

There's chatter around the room, and Rogue leans into you more.

“Ya think his body turns inta’ all that shiny metal or sumthin’?”

You scoff at Rogue, and she elbows you again, giggling.

“Ya should go n’ see him,” she says quietly after a few minutes.

“What? No way would Logan let me go,” you roll your eyes at your best friend. “And he's not a mutant, Ro.”

“Says you,” she sticks her tongue out, “I won't tell him, sugah, swear.”

It takes hardly any more convincing for you to sneak out of the common room and into the library to make a portal and be where Stark is.

The sound echoes in the library, a loud rip sounds like 10 ripped pages of paper, the golden yellow portal opens, and you step through it.

You step into a hallway, you can hear chatter on your left, and you follow the noise.

It's the same room you saw on TV only moments ago back in New York. The room is filled with reporters and news crews, Rhodes is finishing up his speech and introduces Stark.

You're standing in the back, sticking out like a sore thumb with your ripped jeans and crop top. You may have borrowed Rogue's leather jacket, but you know she doesn't mind.

Your breath catches as Stark takes his place behind the podium, small bouts of conversation flair as he looks around the room. A few cameras flash, reporters raise their recorders up higher to make sure they get every detail of Stark's speech.

His eyes catch yours, and the corner of his mouth turns up a little, his lips pursed.

“Um,” he clears his throat as he looks around the room again, “it's been a while since I was in front of you. Figure I'll stick to the cards this time.”

You smile, and some people around the room chuckle. He's very personable, but you suppose he has to be.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Stark,” a woman reporter interrupts, “but do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared–”

Stark cuts her off, “I know that it's confusing. It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I'm a superhero.”

“I never said you were a superhero,” she crosses her arms.

“Didn't? Well, good, because that would be outlandish and fantastic. I'm just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I've made, largely public,” Stark word vomits everywhere. Rhodes leans in and whispers in his ear. Stark nods.

He holds the cards up and clears his throat, “the truth is,” he stalls, eyes roaming the flash card in his hand. He glances up and finds your eyes on him, a glint in his irises as a smirk pulls at his lips.

“I am Iron Man.”

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[caspermarvelimagines]

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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[slothspaghettiwrites]

🎵in times of trouble, daddy Tony comes me, speaking words of love and acceptance. 🎵

1200 words deep into the next part of Sleepless... It's a doozy with some very important call backs. 👀

(this is obviously unedited, but then again my editing skills have always been shit.)

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[vbecker10]

Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

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: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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[navybrat817]

April Reading List

Hey, lovelies! I haven't had much time to read and will add more as I can, but here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of April. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

What's Up, Buck? by @late-to-the-party-81

Hope is a Dangerous Thing For a Woman Like Me to Have by @buckets-and-trees

Bandaged with Love by @jobean12-blog

SALT by @buckets-and-trees

Triage by @writing-for-marvel

Hello, Neighbor by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Burning Desperation by @rookthorne

Take Some More by @slyyywriting

Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer

I Wanna Be Yours by @buckycuddlebuddy

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Pound the Alarm by @rookthorne

Other Sebastian Stan Characters

God the Bounty Hunter x Reader

Call Out to Me by @mickeyhenrys

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Dead End by @shadeysprings

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rewritten by @intrepidacious

Other Chris Evans Characters

Ari Levinson x Reader

Stoned Sex by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Bad Moon Alphas by @biteofcherry

After Hours by @flordeamatista

Curtis Everett x Reader

Within the Shadows by @shadeysprings

Jake Jensen x Reader

Husband Material by @thornsnvultures

Miscellaneous Characters

Blind Dates and Secrets by @alicewonderao3 (Dean Winchester x OFC)

Through the Eye by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (John Wick x Reader)

Trapped by @ironlady1993 (Tony Stark x Reader)

March ⚓ February ⚓ January

#navy's fic recs #reading list #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #lee bodecker x reader #god the bounty hunter x reader #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader #jake jensen x reader #john wick x reader #dean winchester x ofc #tony stark x reader #show writers some love

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140

Welcome to Week 139 & 140

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni

A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen

If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993

From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch

Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 6 - @spnexploration

Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #stucky x reader #lee bodecker x reader #tony stark x reader #thor x reader #brock rumlow x reader #frank adler x ofc #lloyd hansen x reader

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

favor

tony stark x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“Hey,” you said lightly, a soft, surprised smile curving your lips as you looked up from your book. Tony was standing in the doorway, cast in shadow by the darkened hallway behind him. His hair was dishevelled and there were sadly-all-too-familiar shadows under his eyes, but he gave you a sweet, affectionate smile that always managed to warm you from the very middle of yourself. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.”

“Shouldn’t you have been in bed an hour ago?”

“Yeah… that isn’t exactly the ‘daddy’ vibe girls usually go for in their older boyfriends.”

Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. “You used to be so innocent.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t.” he agreed, amused. “I never stood a chance.”

You grinned back up at him, tucking a bookmark between the pages of the novel laying open in your lap. You set it on the coffee table beside you, sighing as you stretched out a kink in your lower back from sitting still for so long. “So, Mr. Stark… are you darkening my doorway at this late hour because you’ve decided you’re coming to bed?”

“Ooh, I love it when you get all formal and dramatic.” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do it more.”

You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Are you coming to bed or not, Tony?”

He sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair ruefully. “I think I’m going to be working a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you frowned. He hadn’t come to bed at all the last two nights, and with you out of the tower all day, you weren’t sure if he’d left the lab much at all. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”

He shrugged a shoulder, and your frown deepened in concern. He recognized your expression and offered you a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, baby.”

“Do me a favor?”

“Always.”

Your lips twitched in a small smile at his readiness, and you shifted in your seat. You were sitting on one of the large, plush sofas bordering the coffee table, your back against the arm of it. You lifted one side of the blanket on your lap invitingly. “Take a break. Just an hour. Please.”

Tony looked as though he was going to deny you for a moment before he relented, his shoulders relaxing in defeat. “You don’t play fair.”

“No, I don’t.” you agreed, your smile widening as he approached you. Tony climbed onto the couch, and instead of sitting beside you, he stretched out on top of you, his legs tucked between yours and his arms banding around your waist. You chuckled lightly as he settled against your chest, feeling his own chest heave with a sigh. “You really didn’t take a lot of convincing, did you?”

Tony hummed appreciatively as you scratched your fingers softly through his hair and pulled the blanket back over the two of you. “Do I ever when it comes to you?”

“I love you too, Tone.” you murmured as you felt his breathing begin to slow.

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[marvelvillian23]

Does anyone know any Basement Wife fics. Multi chapter preferably but any fic will do.

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[caspermarvelimagines]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

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The labs were much more advanced than the ones Bruce had access to back before his accident. Tony had given him full access to all the ‘toys and whistles’ and told him that he was more than welcome to use the labs as he pleased.

Bruce didn’t know where to start.

Tony finished giving him the low down of the place and was just stood waiting for a reaction out of him as Bruce gawked at the tech around him. Though his mind was awakening with all the possibilities that these labs held for himself and his research – maybe even a cure for his green problem – there wasn’t enough answers to what he had saw in that bar.

“I get it, you’re totally in awe of the place but honestly the silence is kind of a buzz kill here.” Tony interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back to the present of him still having said nothing about where he wanted to start.

“Sorry Tony,” Bruce shook his head and pushed his glasses further up his nose from their slipped position. “Just taking it all in.”

Tony purses his lips in thought as his eyes glint with curiosity. Seeing Bruce’s eyes looking around the lab but Tony recognised the hollow look as his mind was else where.

“I have tracking software,” Bruce’s head snaps in Tony’s direction after his announcement. Tony rolls his eyes as he explains, “Started it when I announced the closure of the weapons program back in the day. Used it to track down any and all weapons with my name plastered on the side of it. Had offers from the US army to use for keeping track of soldier lost in battle. Still working out some kinks before I consider signing anything though, need to make sure it’s ready and not going to land someone else’s hands.”

“That kind of tech could help save hundreds of soldiers, but how would it be implemented?” Bruce asked.

“I was thinking something along the lines of putting it in their uniform or weapons, but that’s for another day.” Tony waves it off and stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets. “I reckon we could find that wolf.”

“Well, funnily enough she wasn’t exactly hiding.” Bruce mutters and Tony raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘she’?” Tony asks. Bruce clears his throat as he remembers how he hadn’t mentioned to the others yet how he had found their mystery helper two days after the attack.

“Well… I thought it would be worth finding the missing party that aided us that day-”

“You went solo on that?” Tony interrupts and Bruce stutters over his own words.

“I-I didn’t tech-techincally go solo. No, I did. But it wasn’t under direct orders or anything Fury knew about.” Bruce admits as he scratches the back of his neck.

“So when we were grilling Fury about telling us about the werewolf of New York knock off, you had already met the party involved?” Tony wraps up his thoughts as best he could. Mostly though he was slightly irked that Bruce had been able to find them before he could – specially seeming as it was Tony that they saved from becoming part of the tarmac.

“She wasn’t exactly thrilled I’d found her, I didn’t want everyone to suddenly bombard her too.” Bruce tries to calm the air between the two. Tony leans back against the counter behind him and rolls his tongue against his teeth.

“Tony I’m not sure if Fury was lying or telling the truth, but there was definitely something that was keeping her guard up.” Bruce reveals. He had thought it was strange how cold the woman had been, she didn’t give him her name neither – though he doesn’t blame her. She had been rigid through the entirety of their conversation and when the other woman – presumably the owner of the bar – came around, she had taken up a protective stance as though ready for another fight. Bruce didn’t understand anything about that interaction; hell he still couldn’t get his head around the fact he had willingly fought aliens.

“Fury knows. He just won’t let on that he does.” Tony tuts as he pushes off the counter and moves over to another table that held several screens and a monitor. “Like I said on the helicarrier, his secrets have secrets.”

“Well maybe this one is worth leaving alone,” Bruce suggests as he watches Tony fiddle with the keyboard to one of the screens. “Maybe there’s a reason we haven’t been introduced.”

“Maybe there’s a reason we saw her though.” Tony ponders aloud. Bruce sighs defeated. Tony was stubborn and there wasn’t enough energy in the day to convince him otherwise about his decision.

Bruce knew that Tony felt a gratitude towards the mystery woman for saving his life after he went on a self sacrifice with the nuke into the wormhole. But if this woman didn’t want to be thanked when Bruce went to her, what makes Tony think that’ll she accept his thanks?

“Even if she were under Fury’s guise or orders, I highly doubt he would’ve kept her in New York after we grilled him.” Tony mutters to himself as he begins his search for the mysterious wolf.

***

Riley had spent two months in Germany for the mission that Fury sent her on. She went under a fake alias and wore contact lenses to keep her most identifying figure disguised as she searched for the informant. She had been running in circles for a while trying to find a lead on where the informant could be hiding and when she found him, oh lord did she get that information out of him. It appeared that the old Nazi funded organisation Hydra was still making it’s rounds in the modern day and were still trying to perfect the serum that was used on Capitan America.

Riley had done her research through Shields network to find out more about Hydra and what she read made her sick to her core. The experiments, the horrific acts of terrorism, everything about the organisation filled her with disgust.

But she wasn’t going to take on the entire organisation alone, she would have to await further orders for that.

For now she was packing up the rucksack she took with her to the hotel that she had stayed in and was preparing to meet at the extraction point and head home. She was mostly looking forward to getting Mittens back from Wendy and getting as much love out of her little feline friend as she could.

Riley made sure that she left everything clean for the housekeeping, left a nice tip under the pillow and put the dirty sheets together at the end of the bed. She pushed the button to the elevator and waited for it to ascend to her floor. With her hands in her green jacket pockets and her rucksack on her back she patiently waited when she noticed the dark shadow out the corner of her eye. Scratching the back of her neck, she turns her head in the direction of a man slowly making his way down the hall. Riley also clocks the gun in the back left of his trousers. Riley smiles politely to the man before returning back to her previous position. Sniffing the air as though she had a runny nose she caught the scent of a metallic tang to all but confirm her suspicions.

She’s been compromised.

Riley had to think fast, because if she got into this elevator with this man she was a thousand percent sure he was there to silence her. She couldn’t create a scene, otherwise she’ll be putting the lives of innocent people at risk. She’d have to do this carefully. But hell, she was a bit rusty at this part of the job.

The elevator dinged to signal its arrival on the floor. The man gestured for Riley to enter first and she did with him following shortly behind. Riley pushed the button for the ground floor and kept one hand out of her pockets for now. The man stood behind her to her right and Riley made sure to keep her ears pinned on him and only him. Listening to his deep breathing, the fabric of his trousers rubbing like sand as he fidgeted behind her and to the click of him releasing the safety on his gun.

Riley spun to her right and grabbed the man’s arm and slammed it down twice over her shoulder until he dropped the gun. She then spun around him and used his arm to wrap around his neck to begin choking him. He struggled against Riley, throwing his elbow into her gut to find some freedom from Riley’s iron grip on his other arm. Riley rushed forward and slammed the man against the wall of the elevator to stun him and pulled harder on his arm around his neck and trapped his other one between his back and her front. The man’s struggle weakened until he fell limp against Riley and she lowered him to the elevator floor. She picked up the gun and put it in the back of her jeans just as the elevator dinged it’s arrival on the bottom floor.

When the door opens Riley looks up at the small group waiting as they gasp.

“Help me please, he just passed out!” Riley panicked, putting on the act of an innocent bystander. The group help Riley move the man out into the lobby and members of staff come over to survey the situation.

In the panic of helping the man Riley slips away and leaves the hotel. She pulls the hood of her hoodie up from under the jacket and weaves herself through the busy path of holiday goers and locals.

It takes her two sniffs to realise that she was being followed by two people. Both smelt of smoke and the same metallic tang that the man from the elevator had. So Riley took the next right along the street and the following right after that. Luckily she spotted an alley way and with a brief look over her shoulder she turned down the alley. As quick as she could she scaled the building on her right along the drain pipe. Half way up she turned and saw the two men following her come down the alley. They dart around looking for her with furrowed brows – oh how Riley wished she could use her claws. But Fury warned her not to shift by any means during the mission.

Her wolf was growling in her head, filling the world around her with a yellow glow. Riley drops down onto the first man, wrapping her thighs around his shoulders and using her strength twists his neck until she hears the killing crack. The second man goes to pull his gun on Riley as she crouches down when the first body falls from between her legs. Riley leaps the second man and points his gun up in the air as he pulls the trigger – luckily this amateurs used silencers so no one would be alerted. Riley headbutts the man, stunning him as he stubbles back holding his nose. Riley kicks him in the gut causes him to bend over and Riley knocks him to the floor.

She kicks the gun from his hand across the alley and presses her foot on his throat.

“Who sent you?” Riley growls at the struggling man. The man curses and spits at her in another language and Riley rolls her eyes as he spits on her boot. Riley drops on her knee on his throat and snaps his neck much like the other man.

Looking up and down the alley to check the coast is clear, Riley set the two bodies up against the wall of the left building in between two bins and takes their guns and puts them in her rucksack. She jogs out the alley at the other end and continues her way to her extraction point.

*

It’s night by the time she makes it to the extraction point. Riley climbs out of the back of a truck that she stowed away on and thanks the driver before walking across the empty field. It was eerily quiet for being an extraction point and Riley couldn’t see anything mode of transport. She decides to sit down on the ground and wait around for anyone to turn up. She checked her watch and saw she wasn’t late, maybe an even a little early so that would explain the absence of an extraction vehicle.

She stands to attention when she hears rustling come from the trees behind her as two men approach her. Both again carrying the scent of the same metallic tang of the previous men she’d killed.

Shit.

Riley stood her ground as the two came closer, both already holding out their weapons. A growl rumbled through Riley as she tamed the wolf in her; she couldn’t afford to shift now. She needed to act fast and swift if she was going to get out of this fight unharmed like that last two.

Her ears prickled at the sound of a fast approaching object. It sounded like a jet, but jets were much larger than whatever was approaching them and it was coming from behind Riley. The two men seemed to catch sight of whatever it was as their eyes grew and their aim went to the object above and behind Riley.

Riley ducked down just as the whirling engine sound flew over her, followed by the shout and grunt of the two men being shot by some kind of barrel shot.

Looking up from the grass Riley saw the same red and gold suit that had been falling out of the sky in New York was now stood before her. Riley pushed herself up onto her knees just as the metal cased man turned around and the scent of cinnamon hit her senses and filled her lungs like fire setting a building ablaze.

“You’re welcome.”

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[noshitbarnes]

Anti-Hero Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

updated 02-21-2023

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[ana-swritings]

Merry December 2022 - Day 12

Day 12 of Merry December

Prompt: Reunion

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Tony Stark x OFC (Raelynn)

Words: 508

T.W.: N/A

Summary: Coming home.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but after a serious death threat had been made against Tony and Raelynn and an attempt on their lives, they had to leave the country for a little while. At the time neither one of them was happy about it, but they both agreed to do it for the sake of the other. No one knew where they were or if they were ever coming back, having had no contact with them since the day they had left.

Rhodey was throwing his usual Christmas party at the compound, and everyone was there. Well, everyone minus Tony and Raelynn. Looking around the room, Rhodey felt a pang in his heart not seeing his best friend hanging around the room with a beer in his hand and his arm firmly wrapped around Raelynn’s waist, laughing at some silly joke Sam or Clint had made.

He was making his way to the kitchen to grab another beer when he heard a few gasps of surprise. Turning around, he was glued to his spot when he saw who was standing in the doorway of the common room, smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

It wasn’t planned. Tony and Raelynn weren’t supposed to be back in the country for another two weeks due to bureaucracy and having to get a flight to New York. But after a few calls and with Raelynn pulling some strings, they had managed to get a seat on a cargo plane and make it just in time for Rhodey’s yearly Christmas party.

Walking in the compound was a mixture of feelings, but the most prominent one was definitely happiness. They were home. Seeing everyone’s faces going from shock to happiness all in one go was priceless and watching Rhodey being speechless was icing on the cake.

Tony couldn’t resist taking a jab at his best friend. Asking him if all it took for him to learn how to shut up was for him to have to go underground, Tony watched the man roll his eyes before taking long strides towards them and enveloping him and Raelynn in a tight hug.

Letting go of the pair, Tony saw how all the people he and Raelynn had been missing throughout the whole year they had been away. Going down the line, getting hugs and kisses from everyone there, Tony couldn’t help but think of how fortunate they were.

Grabbing three beers from the kitchen, Rhodey couldn’t shake the smile on his face as he returned and gave the beers to Tony and Raelynn. Silencing everyone, he very quickly raised a toast to new and old friends, but also to the return of Tony and Raelynn and said how happy he was to have them back, a feeling echoed by everyone present.

Everyone cheered in response, making Tony and Raelynn feel something they hadn’t felt in over a year. They were home, they were finally home and there was no better feeling than the one they were feeling in that exact moment.

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[lishielish]

A Stark Absence - Chapter 3

Pairings: Tony Stark x OFC

Summary:

Evelyn struggles to find a way home, to Tony.  Battling a demon was one thing, surviving plot points might be a different beast entirely…

Tony struggles to find Evelyn.  All of time and space had bent to bring her here–to him.  Now he needed all of time and space to help him bring her home–to him.

Will he be able to find her?  Or has Evelyn been lost to him forever…

Series Tags: Work In Progress, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, characters listed in order of appearance, Additional Characters to be added, roughly edited, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Related, Isekai, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Dreams, Drinking, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Swearing, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Omniscient, Self-Indulgent, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, remnants of previous triangular configuration, Avengers Tower, Post-Iron Man 3, takes place during, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, elements of kidnapping and all that goes with

A/N: Please see Masterpost for a note regarding this and upcoming chapters’ tags

Word Count: 1,984

Chapter 3 of ?

AO3

In A World With Gods and Monsters

The rest of her first day in the holding cell passed slowly.  Evelyn was left alone in the room, with only the table and two chairs to entertain her.  Her mind wandered around her current situation, and fluttered from Tony, to her friends, to noting how sore and tired her body was becoming.

Ward returned after an unknown length of time, offering to escort her to a bathroom.  While ignoring him completely was somewhat satisfying, she had to acquiesce to the necessities.  The black cloth bag was placed back over her head, and he held her by her upper arm as they walked.  When they stopped, he released her handcuffs.

“You can take the bag off inside, but it needs to be back on before you come out.  Knock when you’re finished.”

A single, short nod marked her understanding.  Then she was gently pushed forward, the door closed behind her.  She pulled the bag off and quickly surveyed the small room.  Nothing suspicious.  Nothing helpful.  Just a basic bathroom.  She stole a glance at her reflection in the mirror.  Nothing suspicious.  Nothing helpful.  Only her.  Suppose that’s a relief.  She took a moment to appreciate having a minute to herself without being monitored, and splashed a few handfuls of water over her face, letting the water drip as it may.

When she was finished with the facilities, she sighed, and rubbed a hand around each wrist, not looking forward to being cuffed again.  They hadn’t been tight, but resting her hands against any surface pushed the hard metal into her skin.  A quick stretch, extending her arms out to either side as far as she had space to, then she lifted the bag off the counter.

Returning to the room, she found a cot had been placed against the far wall, and the table and chairs had been moved from the center to allow easier access to it (and a better view for the camera, she was sure).  She dismissed the cot--it was useless without a visit from Stephen--and sat in one of the hard chairs again.  Ward hovered in the middle of the room, watching her closely.

“I thought you’d be all worn out by now.”

Evelyn kept her eyes on the seat across from her, thankful he hadn’t sat in it.

“Still not talking?”  He left the question hanging in the air for a few moments, allowing her space to answer.  She didn’t.  “Sweet dreams, then.”

Her eyes went wide, holding steady on the empty chair until she heard the door close behind him.  She turned to the cot.  The mattress had been fitted with a sheet, and stacked at the foot of the cot were a folded blanket, and a pillow.  Why had he said that?  Did he know?  Was he taunting her?  The demon.  The whisper man.  Her nightmare.  Was that what this was all about?  They wanted the demon?  They can have him.

If this wasn’t about the future, or her being from another universe, it had to be about the demon.  Unless it was about all of it, everything that could make her stand out in a world with gods and monsters.  She had no idea how best to proceed.  How could she keep the demon a secret?  Why would she want to?  What would they do to get him?

The lights dimmed, dark enough that she’d be able to sleep if she wanted to, but light enough to see her fingertips tapping to her thumb in her lap.  She wondered if it was really even nighttime.  With no clock or windows, time marched on, leaving her with no indication of the time of day.  Her internal clock would surely try speaking to her soon enough, but her body was, as Ward had said, all worn out by now.  Fighting, kicking, screaming, and standing up to him had taken every ounce of well-rested energy she’d had stored.  

The room offered little by way of stimulus.  She’d only had a few sips of her coffee in the morning before… before Tony had her full attention.  Concern over how to best stay awake was starting to take over, Ward’s apparent goading having triggered a snowball of worries.

“God damnit, Coulson,” she said under her breath.

If he would just come in, just come talk to her.  Surely he could see she didn’t pose a threat.  He could release her.  The longer she stayed, the more tired she’d get.  The more tired she got, the more the demon would reach out to her.  The more he reached out to her, the more crazy she’d look.  The crazier she looked… Oh boy, she did not want to revisit that line of thinking.  What if Coulson came to talk with her, but didn’t see things her way?  Questions I don’t have the means to answer…

A deep breath in, a deep sigh out.

Have faith in Tony.  Not just Tony, she reminded herself, but the whole team, and Stephen and Wong.  She needed to stop worrying about situations that probably wouldn’t even have a chance to happen.  Because her team, her friends, her new family would have her out of there before anything had a chance to go wrong.  She held on to this thought, this hope in her heart, as she picked a song she knew all of the words to then began singing softly to herself.  She would get through the night on hope and a song, and face whatever came next when it came.

Ward returned to the command center, where agents Coulson, May and Fitz were watching the live feed of his interactions with the team’s latest possible 0-8-4.  He stood beside Fitz, watching the screen as Abel sat still as stone, jaw tight, back rigid, eyes unblinking.  Fitz looked over at him then back at the screen.

“Never seen anyone get so anxious over being told goodnight,” he said.

“Stark sure has strange taste,” May muttered, her eyes not leaving the woman on the screen.

Coulson also kept his focus on the screen, his arms folded, brow furrowed.  “There has to be something else about her.  Romanoff reported the apparent attachment to a teleporting demon, but she also mentioned that the girl might say things from time to time that sound out of place but we should take heed of.  There’s gotta be more to that.  How else would she know to ask for me?  Unless it’s connected to the demon.”

“What?  That’s it?” Ftiz asked.  “No further details?”

“No,” the word left Coulson in a thoughtful, low tone.

“Do you think Romanoff held something back?” May suggested.

“Probably,” Coulson was quick to respond.  “Fury thought she’d been reluctant to make the report.  Abel’s been living in Avengers’ Tower; I’m sure Stark wasn’t the only one she’d gotten close with.  We need to figure out what Romanoff didn’t want us to know.”

“I’ll tell you one thing,” Ward said, mimicking Coulson’s pose.  “I don’t like the way she looks at me—like she knows me.”

“But you don’t.”

“Never met her before in my life.”

“Me either,” Coulson said, thinking over her demand to speak with him.

“Neither has anyone else,” Skye said as she joined the others, open laptop in hand.  “Stark is surprisingly thorough.  Her identity has been completely wiped out.”  She set the laptop on the table, everyone but Fitz turning to see the results of Skye’s efforts.  “Not a single reference, or mention, or photo.  No credit cards, bank accounts, work history, social security number.  No matches on her prints or facial recognition scans.  As far as the internet knows, Evelyn Abel has never existed.”

Coulson frowned.  “Hopefully Simmons can find something.”  He turned back to observe the woman on the screen, unmoving entirely apart from her lips.  “You’d think Stark would create a new identity for her if he took the time to erase her old one.”

“Did you see that?” Fitz asked urgently, pointing at the screen.

Ward leaned in, scrutinizing Abel’s still figure.  “See what?  What’d she do?”

“Nothing, she’s just sitting there, singing, but,” he hesitated, doubting himself at the thought of saying it out loud.  “I just--I thought I saw a shadow move.”

Coulson followed suit, leaning in closely and searching the room on the screen.  “Make a note of it.”  He straightened himself.  “That goes for everyone.  If you see anything unusual, even if you’re not sure, write it down, date and time.  Start a log, Fitz.  We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.  The smallest detail could be important.”

Simmons bustled in, wearing a worried look as she focused on her tablet.  “Sir, are you quite certain the sample you provided hadn’t been contaminated?”  She looked up to see everyone’s attention on one screen or another.

Ward looked over his shoulder at her.  “Not a chance.  It went straight from her finger to your hand; I did everything like you told me to.”

“Right.  Everything appears to be normal, but--I… It’s just,” Coulson turned his attention to Simmons as she struggled.  “Sir, there aren’t any matches on file.  Anywhere!  Not a single hospital, private clinic, not even the donation centers.  It’s almost like-”

“She doesn’t exist.”  Coulson turned back to the screen.

“Exactly,” Simmons agreed with a hesitant, nervous smile.

“Wow.”  Skye turned from the laptop and leaned back against the edge of the table.  “I would have never thought to erase medical subdata; I would have just cleared any initial files that could be recalled by text.  Stark is good.  Like, crazy good.”

“But why?”  May looked at Coulson.  “What would motivate him to wipe her identity so thoroughly?  What is she hiding from?”

“Or,” he said, eyebrows raised, “who is she running from?  Ward.”

Ward stood tall, awaiting instruction.

“You need to make nice with Abel and get her talking.  We need to get this sorted out.  Fast.  I don’t like the idea of looking over our shoulders for Iron Man everywhere we go.”

“Yes, sir,” Ward said with a nod.

“Skye, you’re on first watch tonight.  Log anything that stands out.”

“You got it.”

“Everyone else, rest up.  We still have a Clairvoyant to find.”

Tony set his empty glass down on the desk and poured another dram.  “Alright, Jarvis.  Our amazing appearing Abel has disappeared.”

“Apologies, sir-”

“Nope.  Don’t start with that.  I’m getting her back,” he declared.  “I need you looking for her 24-7: every satellite and security camera you can get into, social media feeds, videos, apps, if her face shows up anywhere, I need to know about it two seconds later.”

“Of course, sir.”

He emptied his glass.  “Factor in any changes they might try: different hair colors, and styles; colored contacts; hats; glasses; clothes.”  He poured another measure.  “Anything, Jarvis.”

“I have Miss Abel’s face biometrically mapped, sir.  Any changes will be overlooked at once.”

“Ya.  I know,” he sighed.

He was going to get her back.  He knew that.  The only question was: how?  Well, more like: where?  How was the easy part.  The second he knew where she was, he’d be suited up and on his way.  Then he would get Evelyn back, whatever it took.  Damn the consequences.

He just needed to find her first.  Strange not being able to open a portal to her was alarming, but unsurprising.  Leave it to SHIELD to have her locked up so tight even a wizard couldn’t reach her.  Waiting for them to slip up and let her step foot in front of an accessible camera would take too long.  There had to be a better way.

You’re a mechanic, right?  Why don’t you just build something?

“I have been, kid,” he murmured into his glass, considering the incomplete droid prototype he’d been tinkering with, then the collection of suits he’d been steadily adding to.

A legion of suits he could command at his fingertips, and nowhere to send them.

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[raith-way]

multiverse scenes that (most likely) won’t be in the original fic

archaic kings

“Anyone seen Jo?” Darcy asked as she walked into the den. So far, only three people had made it to their designated meeting spot before leaving for the night’s festivities. She looked over at the closest person to her, Tony, who just shrugged. Tony was reclined back in a chair, practically laying down in the thing, and the closest he came to wearing a costume was putting on a tee shirt that read: left my cape at home. Dig at Strange? Most likely.

“She’s still getting ready,” Bruce answered. In a chair across from Tony, Bruce was sitting in the same relaxed manner as Tony and was showing more skin than she’d seen outside of training or a mission. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she gave Bruce a relaxed costume, but did an unbuttoned shirt and jeans count as a costume?

“As her favorite superhero, allegedly,” Tony added. He sounded bored, but his eyes were alert on the opening to the den where Darcy was still standing. Darcy wasn’t focused on Tony now though. Her attention had been pulled to Steve, another lazy costumer just wearing a Superman shirt with his usual jeans. He had shifted though, something unlike him, and was resolutely not looking towards the den doorway. He hadn’t even looked her way, and Steve always looked at people when they entered a room.

“Who is Jo’s favorite superhero?” Darcy didn’t ask the question aloud, but she was curious. As the girlfriend of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, had she picked one of them? Jo could definitely rock an iron suit, but Darcy would pay to see her covered head to toe in green paint.

“Avengers!” The loud yell came from behind Darcy, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump and spin away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. She even backed up a few steps to let the captain walk into the den properly.

“Steve is your favorite superhero?” Darcy got out around a startled laugh.

“Aw, c’mon! Cap is the best!” Jo declared and raised her borrowed shield, but her fierce captain look only lasted for a moment before she started grinning. “Steve, stop blushin’ or I’m keepin’ the shield!”

“So, you two, what’s the verdict?” Darcy asked as she looked between Tony and Bruce. Neither looked upset at not being their lover’s favorite. It actually looked like Tony couldn’t stop checking out the new America’s ass.

“Lovely!” Bruce declared for both of them. Darcy smiled and tried not to laugh at the way the two scientists watched Jo with open affection as she tried to get Steve to spar with her in the den, and she collapsed onto the arm of the chair that Tony was in.

“Happy Halloween,” Darcy whispered to Tony.

“Happy holidays, kid,” Tony said without looking away from Jo. Bruce looked at Tony with the same open affection he’d had aimed at Jo, and Darcy relaxed more against the chair. Hopeless, the three of them.

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