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The Mission

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Stark!Reader (adopted)

summary: Y/N was snapped away, and when she returns five years later, she’s shocked at how much Peter has changed. They don’t get along well, so when the mission they're put together on goes horribly wrong, the two have to band together in order to get through it. With their lives on the line, will they be able to stick it out for one another? Or will they be lost in time? (or Y/N and Peter go on the mission to return the stones instead of Steve) (requested by wattled user @/dream_rxses)

word count: 7413

warnings: gun shot wound, talks of death and pain, a bit of angst but also a dash of fluff

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Y/N fell to the ground as one of Thanos' mutts had attacked her. She turned onto her back, trying to get a good aim to blast him. She was having trouble, however, and didn't want to miss the mutt for fear of hitting someone on her team. Her heart raced as she watched the mutt rear it's head back, and she felt her chest tighten as she realized that she hadn't even seen her dad yet. Stephan had said it had been five years, and she was sure her dad was waiting for her.

In a flash of red, the mutt was kicked off of her. She turned to see Thor slice his head off, winking before running again.

He looked... different.

"Y/N," She turned at the sound of her name to see Peter Parker, maskless, towering over her.

"Holy shit," She muttered, pushing herself up and having her own mask be taken off. She knew that it was Peter Parker, of course, but damn. It was apparent he hadn't gotten snapped - his broader shoulders and taller frame made it immediately obvious that Peter Parker was now twenty-one.

Peter Parker was now older than her.

"Parker?" She muttered, watching his eyes widen as she said his name. She remembered Peter as the teenage lab assistant, the high schooler who would do anything she said because he was for some reason infatuated with her.

"Y/N!" She turned to see her dad coming toward her, and Y/N immediately ran to him. She threw herself into his arms, holding on tightly as if she would turn to dust once more. Tony held her head, reminding her of when she was a baby, his breathing quick. "I'm so happy to see you, sweetheart." Tony muttered into her hair, kissing her forehead. Y/N let tears run down her face, holding her father closer as well.

"Dad," Was all she could say, never wanting to let go. True, Tony Stark wasn't her biological father. But it obviously didn't matter much to Y/N. She was abandoned at a young age - she didn't even remember her bio-family. Tony Stark was her father, and he always would be.

"You're here," Tony whispered, arms still tight around her.

"Has it really been five years?" She asked, pulling back. "Is that really Peter Parker?" It was out before she could contain it, and she watched her father's tear streaked face break out into a smile.

"Y/N," Tony said, putting on hand on her shoulder and another on her face. "Pep and I had another daughter." The way he said it, another daughter, a daughter that Y/N hadn't been there for, it made her heart both swell and break at the same time.

"Really?" She muttered, more tears falling down her face. She put a hand on Tony's, wanting to say more when T'Challa kicked away a mutt that was barreling toward Y/N and Tony.

"Can we get back to fighting now?" He asked, causing Y/N and Tony to share a look.

"Be careful out there." Tony squeezed Y/N's shoulder once more before he was off, fighting again.

If she knew that was the last time she would have been able to talk to him, she would have done it differently. She would have said more, asked more.

Now she was running full speed at her father, who was sitting up against part of the crashed spacecraft. She hadn't realized it at first, hadn't noticed that her father had been the one to make the sacrifice until Cap had called her name, tears in his eyes as he looked toward her.

"Dad!" She screamed as she slid down next to him. Pepper had been next to him, but she stepped back slightly next to Rhodey and Peter in order to give Y/N space.

"Y/N," Her father breathed out, barely audible. The whole right side of his body was burned, and it hurt Y/N to look at.

"FRIDAY?" She whispered, putting a hand over his arc reactor.

"Life functions critical." The AI responded, making Y/N's heart shatter into a million pieces that could never be put back together.

"Dad," She couldn't think of anything to say, watching Tony move his mouth slightly as if he were going to speak. She had so much to tell, so much to ask, but none of it sounded good enough for her dying father. She shook her head slightly, throat hurting with the weight of tears that she hadn't yet shed. "You saved me." She took a deep breath, watching Tony's lips upturn slightly. "It's okay, Dad. It's okay." Tony put out a hand, bare against her own, and Y/N smiled at Tony while keeping the tears at bay as she watched his reactor burn out. His hand slipped from hers as his body went slack, and Y/N leaned forward, pressing one last kiss to her father's cheek and letting her tears fall finally. Sobs wracked her body as she leaned her head on his chest. She felt Pepper come over and put a hand on her back, her own cries being heard just barely under Y/N's.

Her father had saved the universe, but he was gone.

Peter motherfucking Parker.

He was about to get bitch slapped out of the solar system if he wasn't careful.

"Cap said we had to return the soul stone last." Peter said, making Y/N roll her eyes. They were currently in the 70s, waiting in a small room to hopefully see Tony leave so they could bring the Tesseract back. After this, they only had the time and mind stone, which they were returning to 2012, and the soul stone, which they had to return before 2019.

"Damn, Parker, finally a man yet you're still their little intern." She teased, stopping at an open box and looking inside.

"I don't remember you being this mean." Peter grumbled, arms folded. That made Y/N pause, looking forward.

"If you don't want to have a black eye, I suggest you close your mouth." She turned to him, watching the hurt show on his face.

"Oh, yeah, you definitely weren't this bitchy." Okay, so apparently Peter wasn't as much of a kid as she still thought. The Peter she remembered was super bashful, shy, and reserved. This Peter was still following every single order, but now he had the confidence to make the difference.

"I'm sorry, you try sleeping for five years straight before waking up to your dad dying! Then you can tell me I'm bitchy!" She was definitely too loud, but Peter just stood taller, eyes narrowed.

"You think it was so easy for those of us that stayed? I'm terrified that at any given moment everyone will disappear again! I lost almost everything!" He cried, and Y/N took a deep breath, because she had lost her dad, but Peter had lost his friends, his aunt, his mentor. In that group, May was the only one he was still close with.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mea-"

"What are you two doing down here?" A man asked, gun raised as he stepped into the light of the room. Y/N eyebrows shot to her forehead in surprise; neither Peter nor her had any weapons. They thought that they would be in and out. "Hold your hands up slowly. Drop what you have in your left hand!" The man commanded. Y/N set the tesseract in the box as she raised both hands. Now, the two just needed to get their nano suits on and-

"Sorry! Sorry, sir. My wife and I, we just got married. We were looking for some alone time, if ya know what I mean." Peter winked, and Y/N tried to play the part even though she still wanted to throat punch Peter.

"Alright." The man lowered his gun, and Y/N sighed in relief. "Just let me see some ID and you two can be on your way." Shit. They didn't have any ID - not even their own, which wouldn't have been helpful anyway since it said they were born in the 'future.'

"Honey, could you give this man our IDs?" Peter asked, and Y/N nodded, taking this as a sign to change into the suit and fight. The two sorely misjudged the timing, however, and the security guard had his gun raised as soon as Peter had pressed the button. Just as Peter had shot the web to disarm him, he had already let off a fire. The bullet grazed Y/N's side, hitting her PYM Particles and causing them to shatter to the ground. Peter quickly knocked the man out by pulling his face into a desk, turning quickly to see Y/N with her hands on her side.

"Are you alright?"

"No!" The words had barely left Peter's mouth when she yelled back at him. His hands were outstretched on both sides of her, but he wasn't sure what to do. "I can't get back now! I can't leave the 40's!"

Oh shit.

"Fuck, okay," Peter ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the blood pouring from Y/N's side. He was surprised that wasn't her first complaint. "Okay, we have to go to Plan B." Peter nodded, both hands pressed together against his lips.

"We have a Plan B?" Y/N asked, voice high pitched due to the pain of her injury. "Does it involve a hospital? Or at least pain killers?" Y/N asked through clenched teeth.

"No," Peter said, trying to ignore the look of anger on Y/N face at that response. "I mean yes, but in the future like-" Peter's senses started to go off, and he turned to punch at the security guard, who was not as knocked out as Peter originally thought. He spun around, the security guard already throwing a punch. Peter ducked, kicking his legs out from under the guy. The security guard grabbed Peter's shoulder as he fell, and Peter rolled forward as he landed on his back. He rolled over to get up, but the security guard was already jumping up and stomping Peter's side.

Shattering the PYM Particles.

Y/N let out a cry as Peter flipped around once more and brought his legs up to take the man to the ground, where he hit his head again. Peter hoped this would knock him out more.

"We're stuck here." Y/N muttered, looking at the broken vials on the ground. Peter got up quickly, seeing Y/N's face slack and her eyes wide and filled with worry and sadness.

"No! Well, not forever. In the meantime, yes." Peter put a hand on Y/N's side, which made her let out a groan.

"We have no PYM Particles!" Y/N cried out, breathing quickly. Peter took a deep breath. "That was your Plan B, wasn't it? To go back to the present?"

"It was actually to send you to get help and hopefully then someone would come back for me." Peter corrected, looking around. "Alright, this is definitely the worst time to be stuck in. Cap's already in ice, everyone else either doesn't exist yet or is a toddler." Peter took a deep breath, trying to think. This was worst case scenario, and they had no way out. He thought about if the Avengers had noticed yet - if Peter and Y/N were able to get back to present day, then the Avengers wouldn't have noticed. If they were stuck, well then the Avengers already knew.

And the world could possibly be ending, because they still had three Infinity Stones left to put back. So it's couldn't be that bad, right?

But what if they were stuck? That meant they'd have to live here for years, alone with no friends or family, unless the Avengers had somehow found them. They'd have to wait until 2023, fifty years in the future, to reintroduce themselves to anyone. By then, they'd be older than all their friends.

"It's not like we could have stayed with them anyway. They don't know who we are!" Y/N freaked out, wincing and gritting her teeth as she tried to block out the pain of the literal gun shot wound in her side.

"Well it's better than knowing literally no one and having no help!" Peter defended, thinking Y/N would snap back and they would figure out a plan together.

"Shit, Peter," Y/N said, tears falling from her eyes. It surprised him, how serious she was, but even as he thought it he felt guilty. He wasn't the one in pain. "I barely even got to know Morgan! I won't be able to be there for her! I won't know what it's like to have a sister!" She cried, and Peter tried to keep his tears at bay. He had a plan.

Of course.

The plan.

He didn't have a plan.

"We'll figure it out. We have to. Tony and Cap came here to get the Tesseract, and in order to do that they had to of gotten more Particles. We'll find them. But first, we need rest, and you need to be bandaged up." Peter smiled at her, and Y/N grimaced. She didn't care about her stupid wound that was making her torso throb, because without the PYM Particles it wouldn't matter if she were alive or not.

"We're stuck in 1970, Peter! My father isn't even alive!" Y/N screamed.

That's when it clicked for Peter.

"What if they're still here?" He asked, turning and running. Y/N followed him as quickly as she could, hissing in pain as she held her side. She knew exactly what Peter was talking about, and she was hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, her father and Steve were still in the 70s.

"We don't know where they are." She said, leaning against the wall of the elevator, head thrown back in pain.

"Can you stop being so goddamn negative for one second?" Peter begged, looking at her and feeling his heart crack at the sight of her in pain. She was strong about it, but being shot was never a good feeling.

"I'm sorry, I have a fucking bullet wound right now!" She screamed, tears falling out of her eyes quickly.

"It's just a skim." Peter said, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched Y/N turn her face to him slowly, and his eyes widened.

"Parker, sometimes I think you want to get punched." Y/N groaned, breathing heavily through her nose.

"I didn't mean that." Peter said quickly, almost talking over her.

"Then why'd you say it?" She asked as she pushed herself away from the elevator. Peter noticed her hands were now covered in blood, and he knew they were going to draw attention. They pressed the button on their bracelets to make their suits come off, and Peter saw Y/N's side was covered in blood. They would still draw attention to themselves.

"We're gonna have to make this sneaky." Peter said, but Y/N shook her head.

"We can't change the future anyway. We need to find my dad, and then get back to the present." She told him, walking straight out of the base and looking around. She spotted a familiar face, but it wasn't the one they were looking for.

Howard Stark, technically her grandfather, was facing toward her, talking to someone else.

"They're still here!" Peter exclaimed as the two hid behind some boxes. Sure, they couldn't change the future, but it wouldn't hurt to be out of plain sight and draw less attention that could potentially ruin their mission. Well, ruin it more than it already had been.

"What? How do you know?" Y/N asked, still not taking her eyes off of Howard.

"Isn't that your Dad?" Peter pointed to the man that Howard was talking to, who had just looked off to the side and gestured to the case he was holding.

"Oh my God," Seeing her father, so full of life, made her eyes prick with tears. It made her heart burst because he was alive here and shatter because she would never see him like this again. She wanted to take it all in, but Peter was pulling her up before she was ready.

"Come on, he's leaving!" Peter said, running to where Tony and Steve were meeting up. Y/N hobbled behind him, trying to ignore the pain in her side. The two heroes had just suited up when they came into view, and Y/N felt her heart leave her body. "Mr. Stark!" Tony's head turned but he was gone before their eyes could even meet.

Y/N let out a cry as her side pulsed. She fell to the ground, still clutching her bleeding wound, and Peter was on the ground next her.

"Why did we think that would work? Steve would have told us if they saw us in the 70s." Y/N cried. She felt defeated, knowing there was no way out of this. They were stuck.

"We'll figure out a new plan. Maybe we can ask Peggy, or-or, um-"

"And say what? Hey, we're from the future and we know who you are even though you don't have a clue about us?" Y/N asked, lifting her head up. They were making a scene now, and Peter looked around with a worried glance before grabbing her and helping her up.

"Let's just get to a safe house and then we can devise a plan after we fix you." Peter led her out of the compound.

"What safe house?" Y/N asked, looking at Peter as if he were crazy. What safe house could Peter possible be referencing? They had no way of knowing if their safe houses from the present were built this far back, or if someone else from SHIELD would be staying in it.

"There's one really close to this base, about a mile away. Close enough for us to walk." Peter told her, continuing through the people until they made it around the building and out onto the road.

"I'm so tired," Y/N muttered. The weight of her wound was hitting her hard, and she had been alert for awhile now.

"No, no, no," Peter told her, putting his arms around her and letting her lean on him. "Come on, there will be supplies in the safe house." Y/N couldn't even think about how Peter knew this, how he knew there was a safe house and how he was leading them to it without a map.

"Maybe we should have gone to the hospital." Y/N muttered before she closed her eyes and let go.

When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room. The pain in her side came roaring at her, and she groaned. She had no recollection of how she got to this room, but she assumed it was the safe house. It was dark, and she had no idea what time it was.

"Here, eat dinner and then you can have some pain killers." Peter told her, putting the bowl of cereal and glass of water on the bedside table.

"What happened?" Y/N rasped, letting Peter help her sit up. She realized she was back in her normal clothes, the ones the Avengers had chosen specifically incase they had to interact with people. It was a blouse and some slacks, an outfit that would have looked fine in the 70s and 2012. The only place it didn't was Asgard, but there wasn't much they could do about that. Luckily, they were able to quickly inject Jane and get out of there before anyone else had seen them, which was better than Thor and Rocket on their go.

And now they're here, covered in blood.

"I tried to fix you up, but we need to get back to the present. We need a game plan." Peter sat on the bed next to her, grabbing a water glass from the nightstand and helping her drink it. Her side was throbbing, and she knew she hadn't been given any pain medication.

"The problem is no one knows us." Y/N told him, sighing as she leaned her head back.

"Let's go through everyone we know. Your dad is about to be born, which means Steve is already in ice. Thor didn't come to Earth until 2011."

"Exactly. We need to find someone was in New Jersey in the seventies." Y/N said. Peter nodded.

"Let's just go through all the Avengers. Rapid fire." Peter suggested, and Y/N nodded.

An hour and a half later, Peter was laying on top of the covers with Y/N still under them, shivering. Not a good sign.

"Who are we missing?" Y/N asked, eyes closing. Her head was spinning. They had gone through the obvious people, like Nick Furry (way to young and not in New Jersey; same with Phil Coulson), all of the original heroes (none were alive - except Thor, who they had previously agreed was off world), and all the newer ones. The problem was, even if they were alive, they were too young to help.

"We have Peggy, but she's a last resort. We don't know enough about her to get her to trust us, and we don't have a way of meeting her yet." Peter sighed, trying to think through how they would talk to Peggy if it came down to it.

"What about parents? We could ask Howard Stark?" Y/N suggested, opening her eyes to speak before closing them again. In all honestly, she did want to meet her grandfather. She also may have already been delirious, the pain driving her crazy even though she had just woken up.

"And tell him what? What can we say to make him believe us?" Peter turned to her on his side, then narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She answered, opening her eyes and looking at him. Her side was throbbing in pain and she wanted to just pass out and forget about it.

"We're gonna figure this out," Peter told her, scooting closer. It was dark outside by now, and the two probably needed to sleep. Y/N took a deep breath, forcing herself up. Peter jumped up when he realized what was happening, and he quickly made his way over to help her stand. She made her way, slowly, to the bathroom, not saying a word as she shut the door and turned on the shower.

Peter laid on the bed, his mind racing. It seemed like the only thing he could think that was remotely possible would be to find Fury or Coulson, hoping at least one of them was already in SHIELD - it was a shot in the dark, because they both knew that the two weren't that old. Even if they were, how would he get them to believe him? He wouldn't even believe himself. He didn't have any intel that he could use to make them believe him - most of what he knew was from the future. He'd have to wait until something big in history happened, something like... like...

The only thing he could prove at the moment was the Elvis Presley died in 1977, which was seven years from where they were.

Fuck.

Peter was so lost in thought, trying to figure out concrete evidence, that he didn't even notice Y/N walking slowly out of the bathroom, bloodstained shirt and black slacks still on.

"Do you think they have extra clothes here?" Y/N asked, toweling out her hair. She looked uncomfortable in the clothes she had on, and Peter knew the feeling all too well - they'd done all their missions in these clothes. She only had a clean bandage.

The two searched the small house, looking in random cupboards and hideaways until they finally found two sets of clothes in the living room - a pair of pajamas and a casual outfit for both of them. The two quickly took out the pajamas and changed, and Y/N released a sigh when she was finally in comfortable, clean clothes. She set her old clothes aside and let herself fall onto the bed softly, sighing in pain because of her side and in pleasure because she was exhausted.

"We should go to Howard." Y/N said, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn't watch Peter get dressed.

"And say what?" Peter asked as he put on the white shirt. It was too big for him, and he had to roll the pants up like a child, which made Y/N calm down a little. He looked more like the Peter she used to know. The one she thought of as a kid and didn't think was hot as hell.

It was weird even now to think that Peter Parker was attractive, because in her mind she had barely noticed him a couple months ago. Now he was broader, his arms actually filling out the suit. He was still short, but he had gotten a little taller and that made Y/N even more pissed.

Y/N didn't have an answer to his question, so she just listened as he laid down on the other side of the bed. The two were silent, their thoughts running rampant as they tried to figure out how the hell to get out of the 70s.

"This whole time thing is so weird." Y/N said, voicing her thoughts. It was weird to exist at a time that her parents - bio and adopted, hadn't existed in.

"Yeah." Peter agreed, not turning to look at her. "I'm conflicted, because if we're stuck here, the Avengers already know. They would have known within ten seconds of us leaving, because we wouldn't have come back. But that means that we would have died, before they became the Avengers, right? Because if we were alive, why wouldn't we have gone to them? And if we did go to them, why would they have let us go on this mission where they knew we got stuck?" Peter's logic was twisting Y/N's brain, and she shook her head.

"We're getting out of here, Peter."

"That's the thing, though. What if we aren't?" He turned to her now, and she turned her head to see his eyes wide and moist, which surprised her. "I mean, what if this is just how we die? We have no way of getting back. You have a bullet wound, and," Peter shook his head, moving back to lay down once more.

"They would come get us. They know we're putting the stones back." She tried to reassure him.

"But they have to guess when we are. They're not behind us, because they would have already been here. So either we get out on our own, or the aren't coming." Peter said, groaning at his own logic. He wasn't sure how it made sense.

"Peter," Y/N started, her voice soft. When Peter continued to stare at the ceiling, Y/N let out a grunt as she shifted to lay on the side of her body that wasn't injured. "Peter, look at me." She said more forcefully. He turned slightly, a couple tears falling from his face. "We will figure this out. Maybe after we sleep." She added, eyes closing as she felt her body relax.

She fell asleep quickly and didn't have any dreams.

~ Y/N woke up completely on her back, pressure on her front. She blinked her eyes open slowly, yawning as she looked down to see Peter's arm across her chest. This immediately made her heart race, his fingers tickling her side. She blushed until the pain in her side kicked into gear. She pushed his arm off of her, groaning and sitting up. Peter grumbled, and she used the light from the windows to check her wound.

"Oh, that looks bad." Peter spoke as he leaned over her to see the the blood soaked gauze.

"It hurts bad," She groaned out, breathing through her teeth.

"We need to do something." Peter was worried; he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he should take her to the hospital, if they would even be able to help her, if they would throw the two of them into a jail cell because there was no record of them. He got up and walked through the house to grab his clothes, thinking the whole time. Peggy was a good option, but they didn't know her well enough.

The only thing he could do was get PYM Particles somehow and-

"Holy shit," He muttered, running into the bedroom. He began pacing as he thought out a plan - he wasn't sure how he hadn't figured it out before. "I know what Tony and Steve were doing here. Why they went to this time." For this to work, he was going to have to take a risk. He wasn't sure how many particles he was going to be able to grab, and with the bare minimum he would be stuck on Vormir.

But Y/N would be okay.

"Are you going to share?" She hissed out, jaw clenched in pain.

"I'm going to get the PYM Particles from the base. I don't know how many I'll be able to grab, but it will be enough to get you to New York and me to Vormir. In New York, you need to put the stones back and find Hank Pym, or wherever his lab may be, and get enough to go back to 2023." Peter said quickly, still thinking through it.

"But you'll be stuck at Vormir." She whispered, sitting up. He shook his head.

"Only until someone comes to get me. Once you're in the present, you have to get more Particles, get someone to find me." He was already getting dressed, right there, and she closed her eyes and leaned back.

"But Hank would have to make more. And what if I don't make it out of 2012?" She asked, heart racing as she realized that she could die in 2012. She was sure the wound was infected, and if she didn't get help soon then she wouldn't make it.

"Y/N," Peter was suddenly next to her, and she opened her eyes to see Peter sitting there, only his jeans on. She tried not to look at him too hard. "You're gonna make it out of 2012." He reached forward and pushed some hair out of her face, rubbing his thumb along her cheek to comfort her. He frowned, however, feeling her forehead warm.

"You don't know that," She said, closing her eyes again. Peter didn't stop his comforting motion, and Y/N tried to keep her heart from racing. She hadn't known Peter - this version of Peter - for very long, and she had hated him two days ago.

"I do," His voice was soft, and Y/N wasn't sure if it was actually him or if the fever was getting to her. "Because if you had gotten stuck in 2012, the Avengers would know, and they'd go find you." He was reassuring her, and she felt herself calm down slightly. He got up, and she tried to get up too.

"You said it yourself, they wouldn't know. If we got the stones back and then died, they'd have no way of finding us." She was unraveling, and Peter just walked over to her side of the bed and put his arms around her.

"They have always found you, Y/N. They knew you in 2012. They will find you." He soothed, and she just nodded as he let go over her and walked away.

"We have to get enough for you to come back." She said, slowly making her way to the living room to grab her clothes.

"We aren't going!" He yelled to her as he shuffled out of the room, still putting on clothes. Peter's were a lot like his previous clothes - slacks and a button up, now including a tie - but Y/N had to wear a dress. At least it made it easier to put on. By the time Peter had buttoned his shirt, Y/N was groaning at the zipper.

"I need some help." She muttered, not listening to what he had been saying. "I can't reach around."

"You don't need a dress because you aren't coming." He had his hands on his hips, a look of annoyance on his face. Y/N matched him with a hand on her noninjured side.

"We need to leave as soon as possible!" She defended. She reached around, hissing in pain as she tried to zip her dress. Peter sighed and walked over to stop her, zipping her dress. She was glad it started further up, and not near her ass, because she still let out a shaky breath as Peter's knuckles brushed her skin. It was silent as Peter stood close behind her, even though he had zipped the dress all the way up. She suppressed a gasp as his hand lightly rested on her side over the gauze. She could barely feel it because of the throbbing she felt from the inside, so it didn't hurt anymore than she had gotten used to.

"We should have rewrapped it." He said, and Y/N felt his breath next to her; he was standing so close.

"Probably." She whispered, turning to him. She felt her heart race as she realized the blood was soaking through not only the gauze but the dress as well - good thing it was a dark color.

"You're going to call Hank, tell him, um," Peter snapped his fingers as he tried to think of a good excuse. "Was he married to Janet?" He asked, as if Y/N would know.

"She 'died' in 1987, so probably not yet." She replied, walking slowly to put her tennis shoes on.

"Okay, what about his mom?" Peter asked, putting his own shoes on as well.

"We need to lure him out of his office." Y/N said, taking a deep breath and trying to will her pain away somehow. It wasn't working very well.

"If Tony and Steve stole Particles yesterday, then he's gong to be on high alert. We're going to have to get creative." Peter stood, eyeing Y/N. She was obviously struggling, but he knew that she was right; the faster they could get to the times they needed to, she would get better sooner and they would be done with this nightmare over with.

"We could tell him we heard about the robbery of his Particles and the police need to talk to him." She suggested, and Peter snapped his fingers - she had it.

"We're going to have to be quick about it and find a room that he can meet the 'police' in." Peter said as they both stood.

"Just say downstairs." Y/N said, wishing she had some kind of pain medication.

"Right," Peter nodded, grabbing her hand and helping her up. He was helping her walk. "You're going to sneak into the office and call Hank."

"How am I gonna sneak in?" Y/N asked as they left the house. It felt weird to leave the house without anything. She wasn't sure she'd be able to walk very far unassisted, especially not showing pain.

"Just walk up and look professional. If someone questions you, you question them." She smiled slightly at Peter's advice - it was weirdly good. "When you call, sound concerned, but not too concerned. I'll be waiting by the door, and I'll sneak in to the grab them."

What could go wrong?

Y/N raced to the rendezvous point - well, as fast as she could go. When she got there, Peter was already there, handing her PYM Particles.

"Set your coordinates," He told her, and she nodded, putting in 2012, New York. She look up at Peter, who was putting in his own coordinates.

"Sync up," She said as he looked at her. He stared at her for a second too long, making her nervous.

"On my mark." He took a deep breath, thumb hovering over the button. "3, 2, 1," She only realized once she pressed the button that he had never told her if he got enough to get out of Vormir.

And fuck, he hadn't told her his coordinates - so she had no idea what year he had gone to.

Y/N appeared on top of the Sanctum Sanatorium, right where she wanted to be. She knew she wouldn't be able to bring back both of the stones, so her plan was to give them to the Ancient One and hope she would help.

Her heart was racing and she felt like she was going to be sick. The pain in her side was ramping up, and she felt more and more ill at the thought that Peter was lost and she wasn't even back yet and she was sure they were both dead.

"Back so soon?" A soft voice made Y/N turn. She assumed she didn't look too great, because she watched the Ancient One's eyes widen.

"I need," Y/N had to pause and try not to throw up, especially after traveling through the Quantum Realm. She didn't want to think about the fact that Peter could have been stuck on Vormir. She fell to her knees as she tried to reach into her pocket and grab the stones. She steadied herself on one hand, taking a deep breath before grabbing the stones and reaching out. "I need you to use the time stone and put the mind back into-" She was sure she was about to die, she was sure she was going to just throw up all her insides, and she wasn't sure how long she could stay awake. She had been through so much pain, and she didn't know how she was still alive, honestly.

"I will." The Ancient One grabbed the stones, putting the time stone in the Eye of Agemotto first before grabbing the mind stone. "You need to go to the hospital."

"I was shot yesterday," Y/N was shaking, freezing cold now. The Ancient One instantly reached forward.

"Don't worry," That was the last thing she heard before she passed out.

Once Y/N had stollen the PYM Particles - much harder this time, since she had to sneak out of the hospital that the Ancient One had sent her to, she set the coordinates and made it back to the present.

"Where's Peter," Is what they all asked at once as Y/N fell to her knee, a hand on her gauze. Actually, she wasn't sure if they all said it or if one person's voice was just rattling and echoing in her head. She had gotten stitches, but she had left before she was supposed to. She also realized as her nano suit came off that she was still in her hospital gown, since they took her clothes and she wasn't able to grab them before her escape. They weren't her clothes anyway - her own clothes were in the 70s.

"What happened?" Bruce asked as Steve rushed forward to her, helping her up.

"Is Peter here?" Y/N asked, trying not to breathe to heavily and bust her stitches. She was looking around, but everything looked the same as when she had left. She knew that Peter hadn't gotten enough PYM Particles, but she could hope. If he was there, then she would be able to just pass out and be able to sleep peacefully.

"No, why wasn't he with you?" Bucky asked, him and Sam walking forward. They were all confused as to why Peter and Y/N had split up, and why they hand't met back up at the same time.

"Why the hell are you in a hospital gown?" Sam asked as he took her in. She leaned against Steve, exhausted.

"Fuck," Y/N said, falling once more. Steve had his arms around her, but pulled at her stitches as she fell and he tried to grab her. "He's on Vormir." She groaned out, feeling a stitch pop. She tried not to scream at the pain, and she just wanted everything to be over. She wanted to go back to five years ago, before everyone was snapped, and somehow stop it from happening.

But if she stopped it from happening, however that would have played out, then Peter would still be younger than her. He wouldn't be the Peter she had come to know and the Peter she had argued with their entire trip. He wouldn't be the Peter who risked his life for her, who trapped himself of Vormir so that she could get help and survive.

"What the fresh hell?" Sam stepped onto the platform and looked at her side, which was starting to soak the hospital gown in blood. She had almost forgotten the pain as she thought about Peter, but it came crashing back and she felt it flood through her body and into her head. All she could think about was the pain.

And Peter. Peter, who was stuck on Vormir.

"You have to get to him." She looked at the heroes, barely able to keep her eyes open. It felt like the pain was forcing her eyelids down, like a large weight. She was exhausted, and she knew that if she just went to sleep then she wouldn't have to deal with the pain for longer. "Please, you have to get him." She fell further, making Steve fall with her in order to keep her supported.

"What happened? When is he?" Steve asked, trying to keep her awake.

"I was shot," She muttered, eyes closing. A hand to her face - Sam's hand - was comforting until he pinched her cheek, making her eyes open more. "The rest of the stones - they're returned. Just - we need Peter. Peter." She repeated, and this time she was out. Colors swam above her as she opened her eyes once more, only for them to be weighed down.

"Y/N?" Steve shook her slightly, but she was too tired, in too much pain to wake up for anything. "Where is he?" She took one breath, trying to force herself to wake up enough for this.

"Vormir," She muttered, body going slack as it began to shut down. "He's on Vormir."

When she woke up, she was in pain. She's pretty sure that's what woke her up, and when she opens her eyes she sees Peter. She almost doesn't believe her eyes, staying very still and blinking slowly incase this was some kind of illusion. She was sitting up slightly, so their faces were close.

"I heard you freaked out." He muttered, grabbing her hand. She just stared at him, disbelief evident on her face.

"How did they find you?" She asked, causing Peter to chuckle.

"I went to Vormir right after Clint and Nat in 2014. I could have gone any time between then and 2018, when Thanos went." He leaned forward and pushed some of her hair out of her face. "I'm lucky they checked there first." Y/N put her hand on his face, still not believing it. How had she not realized that there were only four years he could have gone?

"God, I freaked out over nothing!" She let her hand drop, looking up at the ceiling. Her mind had been so jumbled - granted, she had been shot - she had completely forgotten about the fact that there was only four years Peter could have gone to, not since the beginning of time. And of course, they had been instructed to return the stones to the place they had been taken - of course Peter would go to the moment Natasha and Clint had gotten it.

"Well, you had been shot." Peter smirked, grabbing her hand and making her cheeks heat up slightly. "And we both know you fell madly in love with me." Y/N scoffed at Peter, trying not to show anything.

"As if," She couldn't look at him, because of course she had fallen for Peter. Her world had practically ended when she thought that he was stuck. Her and Peter needed each other, she realized. They had both lost so much, and although they both had their moments, Y/N knew she wasn't going to make it through without him.

"Oh, so Steve was lying when he said that you came back and split your stitches because you were hysterical?" Peter squeezed her hand and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"That's a little dramatic, don't ya think?" She asked, finally looking at him. He was smirking. "I had to sneak out of a hospital to get back, alright?" It was obvious that she was bluffing.

"Sure." He finally leaned in and kissed her, and she felt her heart race as their lips touched.

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @roxaya @iluvblueberrymuffinz @thefandomplace @punzoquack @icequeen1371 @edgycatx

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#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #spider-man #spider man #spider man imagine #spider man x reader #spider-man imagine #tom holland spiderman x reader

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holistic-alcoholic · 2 years

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A list of prompts I will write someday (maybe):

(totally not connected to the fact that I’m participating in MTH noooo siiir don't you go and look at my auction)

identity porn / stuckony

Steve has feelings for Tony but he’s too busy dealing with supervillains Iron Man and Winter Soldier. Tony likes this new Cap, but it’s kinda weird that the guy is called Captain America, especially considering that Tony’s married to Bucky. Bucky saw his second husband kissing his first husband (apparently not dead?!) and isn’t sure how to deal with it. At all.

gilmore girls au / winteriron

I made a longer post about it a while back, but basically: Tony as Lorelai, Bucky as Luke, Peter as Rory. Howard gets no redemption. A surprise addition of just-thawed!Steve & Tony identity porn (oh yes this is canon divergence actually).

texting fic / winteriron / irondad / identity porn yet again

Bucky is Peter’s teacher. Tony is Peter’s bio dad. They text a lot. Peter is very confident in his matchmaking skills. Also— Tony, trying to keep on the down low: I need that kind of anonymity because I’m a minor celebrity. No big deal but still recognizable. Bucky, who turned on the TV with the Avengers press conf a second after he talked to Tony and is now recognizing his voice: I’m sorry, a minor celebrity?! also, you look like you’re hurt, leave this shit and go home

soulmate au / winteriron

Steve & Bucky were both found earlier, and now they’re famous heroes. The fact that the serum stops them from aging only helps that. Tony wishes he knew them but unfortunately they had a big fight with his dad when he was a toddler and haven’t interacted with the Starks ever since. In other sad news from Tony’s life, he has a colored soul mark, meaning he has met his soulmate, but he doesn’t remember it, meaning it happened when he was a kid. Howard refuses to tell him anything about it, making Tony think it was some boy he met during one of the fancy parties. On the eve of his 21st birthday, Tony gets kidnapped. But his longtime crush Bucky Barnes is luckily there to help him escape! (yeah, sure, a total coincidence).

BDSM youtube fic / winteriron

Bucky is a youtuber who does a lot of sex ed stuff, especially on BDSM. He has a side series of him getting an interview from some fancy business guys and acting like a character from 50 shades. Then he explains the prank to the person, asks their permission, blurs their faces, and posts it. It’s hilarious. He doesn’t expect to get an answer from the Tony Stark, but guess what? Tony watches his series. (they decide to make a video together playing it up more and debunking myths. it’s mostly pining)

the good place au / winteriron

Tony gets dusted and goes to the good place. Good news: he has a soulmate, and it’s Bucky! They both call bullshit immediately and manage to fix the afterlife before the undusting. also: fall in love.

#prompt #winteriron #stuckony

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every-marveler-ever · 2 years

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Marvel Pet Bingo

This came up on me so quickly and i still have so many WIPs in progress for this! Oh well this is still I think the most fills I've ever had for a bingo and I'm pretty proud of that!

Thank you to @marvelpetbingo for hosting!

Every-Marveler-Ever

GOATS (BUCKY BARNES): Roses That Match The Colour Of Flushed Skin - Steve moves out of the city away from the war field and has the privilege of meeting Bucky Barnes the town flower shop owner who apparently owns goats because that's normal here. [0.7K] [TEEN]

FIGARO (SAM WILSON): Missing Him - Tony and Sam live their lives missing Rhodey. [0.6K] [MATURE]

FAMILIAR: Carrying The Weight - Peter loses Tony and gains Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange just wants to make sure that Peter is okay. [0.7K] [TEEN]

FREE: "Puppy!" - Just some cute young Peter and bio dad!Tony [DRABBLE - 0.1K] [GENERAL]

MARSHMELLOW: Sticky Marshmallow - Tony Stark does not like pets, but Peter knows that at one stage Tony didn’t like him and so what’s the harm in a small pet? [0.5K] [GENERAL]

FAVOURITE SPOTS: Peter Parker is Possessive Over His Things (Including Harley Keener) - Peter meets Harley and he’s, uh, cooking? [0.7K] [GENERAL]

ALPINE (BUCKY BARNES): Cat In The Box? - What is Alpine Schrodinger’s cat? [0.4K] [GENERAL]

LUCKY (HAWKEYE): Steve, Lucky and Golden Retrievers - Bucky surprises Steve for his birthday. [0.5K] [GENERAL]

ANIMAL TRAINING/ACTIVITY #1: Summer Home - Just Peter visiting his dad for summer holidays but this time he brings a friend along. [0.3K] [GENERAL]

#marvelpetbingo #marvel pet bingo #every marveler ever #every-marveler-ever

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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What a weird day

#rescue 2020 #pepper potts #a hydra youth who should reconsider who his friends are #tony stark’s bio dad apparently #who doesnt know tony died; again #stealing a fingertip to clone a tony from #talking a robot into killing itself

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Do you think you could write an Au where Bruce Wayne is Marinette's bio!dad, but they don't learn that until she interns under Tony Stark, please?

@jumpingjoy82

Okay so disclaimer I mainly know marvel through fanfics and a couple of the MCU movies. Having said that this was a fun write hope you like it.

Oh and Marinette knows Tom isn’t her bio dad. Tony is Sabine’s cousin.

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Marinette was a lot of things. She was a dancer, a gymnast, a bio chem major, an engineer, an amateur detective, a superhero, and completely over her class at idiots who followed a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Marinette was actually done with high school. In fact she was two years into her first Masters degree along with skipping two years. Making her two years younger than the sheep in her class and at least four years younger than those in her university class.

Mari was sitting in the back of the class during her last period when she received an email and several texts, thank kwamii her phone and tablet were on silent.

She decided to open her email first.

You have been selected as one of the lucky seven applicants to study and intern at Stark Industries for two weeks this summer. Below is the date, location, and mentor you will report to. We hope to meet you then. -Sincerely Co-CEO Virginia Potts

She would have answered her text had the projector not began to glitch and calling her name. "Mari bug answer your phone!"

'Ugh' she sighed running her hands down her face. "I would have Uncle T if you hadn't started yelling from the projector!"

"But Peps just told me and..."

"Wait," her head snapped up. "How many screens are you projecting on." She started to look around, her uncle, who never not used the camera unless... Then she saw the Iron Man suit.

"I dunno maybe the whole school, the city, the country I don't know."

"Ya I'm not dealing with this at least not here." She walked down the stairs her bag packed hung from her shoulders. "Oh and Uncle T, fe...male 4 o'clock." He began to sputter but she didn’t stay in the classroom and walked out without looking back.

Thank kwamii that her uncle was only projected in her class. It did have the unfortunate side effect of her class sending confused and curious looks at her. Even Lila seemed to stop her tirade for a while. But all good things must come to an end.

"Alright do I have all the permission slips for the summer graduation trip." Miss Bustier started counting the slips. “Marinette your permission slip is missing."

"I'm aware."

"If you want to go you need it in by the end of the day."

"Seriously Mari, if you want us to beg you to come save it. We don't want a bully on this trip wit us." Alya huffed before Marinette could speak.

"One only my friends call me Mari, you are not one of them so it's Marinette to you Cesaire. Two you save it I don't want to hear any of you beg me for anything. Finally three, I already had plans for this summer. So this trip I’ll be a no show so have fun."

“Y...Yes but this is a class trip,” Miss Bustier stammered.

“I understand that but it would still be a class trip even if I don’t go.” Was Marinette’s retort.

Miss Bustier would have continued had her Uncle not burst into the room. Her head was now banging against the desk. To his credit he was not in a suit, Iron Man suit included. He was in more ‘Civilian wear' with a baseball cap and shades.

"Ready to go Bug! I already signed you off."

"How mad is Auntie Pepper going to be when she finds out you came to Paris." She was now next to him at the door still in the classroom.

"Pete's here!" He shouted.

"Fine our secret." She smiled leaving the class behind without a wave or goodbye.

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Interning with her Uncle Tony was great. Especially because she could get his input on her projects and learn from him directly.

It also helped that she stayed in Avenger's Tower and that ment leaving for akuma's was easy and was expected. Every summer she would spend with her uncle for the past five years. Meaning that they knew when she became Ladybug since it's kind of hard to keep a secret identity from FRIDAY, who is constantly monitoring the tower.

On the plus side that meant she had adult guidance and mentors.

"Mari bag mind going to pick up the Bats and Hood?”

"Suit?"

"Suit."

she left and was swinging between the sky scrapers, until she landed at the meet up point. She didn't have to wait long.

"Who are you?" Red helmet, so Red Hood, asked.

"I'm Ladybug. My guess is he just sent that bug was going to meet you guys."

"That's night how did you know?"

"There's three bugs at the tower right now Black Widow, Spider Man, and me so it's understand able, come on."

They made their way to the tower and she dropped her transformation. "If you guys want to change FRIDAY will guide you." she faced them, smiled, and walked off.

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Something had been bothering him since he first saw the girl, Ladybug. Two days had passed and that feeling was not going away.

"Don't even think about it Bruce." Tony glared at him. "You are not adopting her she already has loving parents."

"I wasn't... why would you think that."

"We told you you have a problem B!" Jason yelled from across the room. "So what is your name anyway everyone just calls you either Maribug, Buginette, or just bug."

"Those all sound more like nicknames," Bruce now added having made his way across the room with Tony.

"That's because they are," she gave them a bored and a 'duh' look. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

A memory flashed in his mind from 16 years ago.

"You wouldn't happen to know a Sabine Cheng?" Bruce asked.

Now both Marinette and Tony turned on him and the glare Marinette was giving him. Well he would recognize it anywhere, he trademarked it after all.

"Why would you ask that?" Tony was the first to answer, but not soon after Marinette spoke.

"Yes. She's my mother." Then she looked at him as if she were analyzing him. "Oh fuck" she groaned.

"Language!"

"Oh not now or kwamii help me I will beat you to a pulp later during sparing Uncle Steve."

"I'll bring the popcorn." Natasha piped.

“You’re not helping.” Steve argued.

“We both know she can take you. She added as they left the room.

"Mari Sweetie, what's up."

"Eyes, hair, build, complexion"

"Glare," he added.

"Not helping but yes. Ya know apparently being a hero is genetic," She had began to laugh.

"No don't tell me, that my sweet smart niece is related to..." Tony Just motioned at him not finding the right words.

"Ya well it looks that way uncle Tony."

"B. Demon spawn is not going to be happy." Jason scolded once he seemed to grasp the concept. "Hey at least you have a kid who already knows your a vigilante and a hero to boot.” Jason grinned.

Of all the ways Mari had thought she would meet her biological father, this was not one of them. Who would have thought interning with her uncle would lead to meeting her father. This is by far better than a class trip with those sheep she calls classmates.

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imaginesmaimasterlists · 3 years

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FIC REC 13/04/21

A bunch of fics that I reccomendated on my Instagram @ irondadiscanon!

It's above my clearance level: In which Peter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Tower, and no one knows why this kid has such high clearance.

To my son: Tony teaches Peter how to shave.

Let's go home: Peter has a panic attack at school, but luckily Tony is there to help his kid.

Don't talk to me or my son ever again: Tony is having the worst day ever, and now he has a meeting with the Rogue Avengers. What he doesn't expect is certain spider baby to proclaim himself Tony Stark Protector.

Darkness will be rewritten: Tony finds a tortured and experimented-on Peter Parker in a HYDRA base and decides to help him because who else will?

Don't you forget about me: “Just throw it one more time.” Sam calls again to Steve. Falcon is hovering up near the ceiling. “One more time, man!”

Steve throws it, but’s too high and a little too fast, clipping Falcon’s wing and ricocheting back. Towards Tony and Rhodes.

“Tony!” Peter screams, throwing a web that catches the edge of the disc, but it’s already too late. His web stretches, elastic against the force of the moving shield.

My old man: Tony takes Peter on a weekend trip to try and change his mind about college and things go wrong. Then, they go even more wrong.

Hold on I still need you: What if Peter was there when John slammed the shield? He calls Tony because the new Captain America is now running behind him, with the shield ready to kill. Tony might not make it in time.

Unless it was for a reason: Attachments and emotions were never his strong suit. Sure, he cares for Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and of course the Avengers, he knows it. But ever since Peter comes into his life after Berlin, Tony begins to experience feelings that he can’t quite understand until now.

After the events of Peter’s homecoming dance and the Vulture, the high school vigilante and billionaire spend more time together. As their mentor relationship develops further, astonishing news finds its way to Tony. What he finds out leaves him in utter shock.

Fuhgeddaboudit: A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

Someone's watching over you: Peter tells Stephen that it's all his fault and it almost makes Stephen's heart break into thousand pieces....

Dear god: after the snap, peter feels as if everything in his life had changed. his home, his family, his feelings had all taken a huge turn. and for once, he feels ignored by the only family he has left.

Make me strong: It all started when Tony introduced Peter to Skip Westcott. He just didn't know until it was too late.

Premature love: Baby Peter was born to early for this world, but it didn't mean that Tony didn't love him any less.

Kid Peter Parker and his over stressed dad: A group of angst fics about kid Peter Parker and bio!dad Tony Stark

Our last breath, alone and apart: Just because Peter had survived the snap, that did not mean he, Tony Stark or Nebula would survive the failing rocket home.

Idyll interrupted: Peter is just trying to enjoy his book out in the sun. Cue three way too bold paparazzi who ruin that for him, and fiercly protective parents Tony and Steve.

Elephant's memory: Peter and Ned are the targets of a horrible bullying act. Tony finds them and deals with the people responsible.

Paparazzi: Peter is swarmed with Paparazzi at school and freaks out. Tony, of course, comes to his rescue.

Birthday kisses: It's Peter's third birthday and his parents are on a mission to get his food in his mouth.

Stardust: Sometimes a Star Wars reference can save the day.

Peter Stars: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

You're always Spiderman: Harley Keener moves into the Compound. He and Peter don’t get on.

Maybe a touch of kidnapping will help with that.

Don't vlog your field trip: When Peter finds out some of his classmates are heading to Stark Industries on a field trip, with Flash eager to "expose Peter's fake internship" to his YouTube viewers, it shouldn't bother Peter in the least. So why is he so focused on it? and what will Tony do when he finds out this has got Peter so upset?

#irondad fic rec #irondad fic #iron dad #irondad imagine #irondad angst #iron dad imagine #irondad and spiderson

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garbinge · 2 years

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My Best Girl (2/?)

Summary: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts fell in love as teenagers and had a kid, Maxine Stark, who would grow up to be a bio engineer. Here she was, now an adult and learning how to navigate the world she wanted to live in, as well as the one her father lived in.

Enjoy these slices of life moments that happen throughout different periods of time along the MCU timeline.

Pairings: Tony Stark!Dad x OC Maxine Stark Steve Rogers x OC Maxine Stark (eventual romantic pairing)

Chapter Index

TW: cursing, arguments, violence, guns, etc.

A/N: A little first time meet for our girl Maxine Stark and Cap. This takes place during The Avengers. Also figured I’d mention, I tried to stay close to canon but took some liberties where I felt it’d fit better.

Word Count: 3.8k words

May 3rd, 2012

“It’s a stabilizing agent. That’s what he needs iridium for.” Max spoke up confidently.

“I called in a little back up.” Tony said as he made his way into the main headquarters of the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier with his daughter behind him. “He needs it so the portal won’t collapse on itself like it did at S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“And this is?” Thor asked as he stood at the head of the table staring at the girl who he had never met before.

Just as Tony was about to introduce his daughter she stepped forward.

“Maxine Stark. Bio Engineer.”

Her hand was now outward waiting to be shook by the tall God-like man. His eyes moved down to her hand and a smirk played on his lips.

“Ah, a little Stark,” just as his hand was going to shake the girls, she pulled away.

“Max or nothing at all.”

She was not fond of being stuck in her father’s shadow. It was great for opening doors and she appreciated the privilege that came with it, along with the opportunities but she had worked hard on her own to get where she was in life and she wouldn’t let anyone take that away.

Thor frowned but shortly after, smirked again and nodded repeating the woman’s name. “Max.”

“This means the portal can be open as wide and long as Loki wants.” Tony pressed on buttons on the screens and played around with the mechanics of the helicarrier. “And yes, this is Maxine, my daughter but we don’t refer to her as that because she apparently will bite your head off,” Tony joked with a serious face as he turned around.

“Max, meet Point Break, Capsicle, Triple Imposter who you’ve actually met, and Jolly Green.”

Maxine offered up a wave and a polite smile, Steve was now standing to introduce himself to her.

“Steve Rogers, pleasure to have you at our service, ma’am,” he stuck his hand out for her to shake.

Steve stood tall compared to Max’s 5’5 height. The stars and stripes weren’t exactly Max’s style, she found herself in a bind with the U.S. government more than she liked to admit when it came to her experiments, but she also wasn’t the type to judge before knowing someone, so she had planned to keep an open mind. Until he called her ma’am.

“Again. Max or nothing. I’m 25, not 100 years old,” she said sarcastically in which she immediately realized how insensitive the comment was when Agent Coulson spit out his drink with a chuckle.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t think–”

“Max. Not a problem,” he smiled still with his hand out.

His kindness surprised her, she had come across men with a third of the power and strength Steve had who would have jumped at the opportunity to argue with Stark’s daughter. But not Steve. And that didn’t go over her head.

Her hand extended out and she shook his, the grip was firm and confident. His eyes were blue as the sea and for just a moment she got lost in them but quickly let the moment fade when Agent Hill’s voice was bursting through her thoughts.

“So when did you get so well versed in this?” Agent Hill seemed skeptical as she took in the immense amount of superheroes and geniuses in front of her.

“I called in Max over here last night to the Stark tower and we did some research together.” Tony stuck his hands in his pocket. “Speaking of, don’t tell your mother I brought you on a S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier about 20,000 feet above sea level.” Tony turned to the daughter.

“Don’t tell her I came to the tower without seeing her first.” She retorted back as she made her way around the table to greet everyone.

Banner started to discuss some logistics of Loki’s plan and the tesseract. Explaining that he’d need a certain degree level to heat the cube and break the barrier unless Loki had figured out a way to achieve heavy ion fusion. Maxine smiled, like a kid in a candy store as the man talked and eventually pointed at him when he finished his statements.

“This guy, am I right?”

She looked around the room amazed at his explanation of the situation. The comment earned her a look from Banner and she smiled. “Big fan. I listen to your lectures while I work.”

“When she’s not blasting ACDC,” Tony pointed at her.

Max didn’t offer Tony’s sarcasm a response, just stepped aside to let her father introduce himself.

“It’s really good to meet you Dr. Banner,” Tony greeted the man. “Shall we go play?”

With that, the trio was off to the lab to get started on pulling any information they could on the tesseract and track it. Banner spent time scanning the cube and gathering information on the gamma rays while Tony figured out how to bypass things to save time.

“You know you should come by Stark Towers sometime, top 10 floors all R&D. You would love it.” Tony said as he walked over to where Banner stood.

“And if that elevator pitch didn’t sell you, I’d really like it if you could look over some of my beginning stages behind regenerative AI limb work.” Maxine smiled from behind the computer she was on.

“AI limbs, huh?” Banner smiled innocently. “Haven’t they already done that?”

“I’m not talking prosthetics, I’m not even talking about robotics, I’m talking full sensory nerves, connected with human tissue that is interacting with your brain through an AI. I’ve also looked into an AI concept for regrowth and if we could turn the internal tissue or muscle graft into a micro AI system that communicates with the receptors in one’s brain to jumpstart regeneration. Essentially, an extension of yourself, we’re not trying to weaponize, we’re simply trying to recreate.”

Both men were staring at the women, one more in awe while the other smiled proudly, as he heard the pitch time and time again, but everytime it became better than the last as her research continued. Tony glanced over at Bruce who had his eyes widened at the girl's explanation of her project, not expecting such profound findings from the young woman.

“And that was my elevator pitch.” She smiled and moved back to her computer screen and began typing in code to figure out more ways to bypass the time restrictions on the mission Tony had brought her aboard for.

Banner glanced over at Tony who was still smiling as he picked up a bag of dehydrated blueberries.

“What can I say? We started her young.” He chuckled as he picked up a pointy tool. “But in all seriousness you should come. I can promise you a stress-free environment.”

Just as the words left his mouth, he was poking Banner with the tool to see if he turned into the big green monster. At the sound of his annoyed complaint, Max glanced up to see what was about to happen. Her curiosity was at the same level of her father’s but for different reasons, scientific reasons while her Dad was just being a curious jerk.

“Are you nuts?”

Max’s head jerked back to see Steve walking in, very upset at Tony’s attempt to turn the doctor.

“Jury’s out.” Tony said seriously, turning back to Banner with a confused look. “You’ve got a tight lid on it. What’s the secret? Yoga? Weed? Jazz? Cause I know a great Jazz place, good food, good music,” Tony mocked.

“It’s true, he does.” Max said, averting her eyes back to the screen.

“Is everything a joke to you?” Steve said, annoyed still.

The comment had gripped Max’s attention back away from the screen and on the people in the room. No one ever had the nerve to speak to her father like that, except her. So the fact that this man, this very attractive man at that, was coming in here and not only sticking up for Banner, but the other people on this ship, by standing up to her father, who people generally quivered in front of, made her smile.

They began bickering back and forth, mentioning that Fury was being shady behind all of their backs. Steve hesitated at the thought, but got a little more understanding as the two made some fair points. That was until Tony opened his mouth again.

“I should look into why they never reached out to me for the whole clean energy thing. Once Max finishes breaking into all of S.H.I.E.L.D’s secure files, I’ll add that to the list of things to find out.” Tony brought out his phone to see the files Max had already decrypted.

“I’m sorry you two are doing what?” Steve said, looking back and forth between the two Starks.

“Well technically, Max is bypassing time barriers and decryption loads while Jarvis is doing the real dirty work.” Tony shook his head side to side.

“I heard that.” Max said monotone as she typed away at the machine.

“Yet you’re confused why they didn’t want you around.” Steve said with an unbelievable tone. “I think Loki wants to wind us up. It was far too easy to get him, it seems like he wants to be here...because of that we have orders and we should follow them.” Steve said, looking now at Max who was staring back at him with a frown.

“You have your orders, I have mine.” Max said not wanting to argue but prove a point.

Steve wasn’t one to argue, especially with someone he didn’t know so he left after telling the trio to just find the cube.

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“Dad.” Maxine said as she stood up and shared her screen onto one of the large touch screen monitors in the lab.

The information spread across the monitor, mapping out information on something that was deep in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s encrypted files.

“It’s called Phase 2,” she stepped back to gauge Tony and Bruce’s reactions.

“So what is Phase 2, Fury?” Tony asked as the man entered the lab.

Max made herself move to the background of the conversation, she might have been the reason the information was found, but she wasn’t going to get in the middle of something she didn’t understand the way her father did. She was smart, most people would argue a genius, and that was why she knew when to use the sarcastic mouth her father had cursed her with, and this was not that time. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t absorbing the information being explained around her.

“Phase 2 is S.H.I.E.L.D uses the tesseract to make weapons.” Steve was now throwing a heavy weapon on the table.

Ah, Mr. America doesn’t trust the powers above him either. Max thought to herself as she realized the man had snooped around to find answers, not much different from what she did.

“Now that doesn’t mean we were–” Fury began to explain when Tony expanded the file to showcase the weapons file.

“What were you lying?” Tony frowned and showed him the screen that displayed a large gun that had plans to harness the power of the Tessaract.

As Natasha and Thor entered the room, she mentioned having Bruce removed from the environment which seemed to irk the doctor more.

“I was removed in India before you forced me to come here,” he took a step back to insinuate he wasn’t leaving.

“India?” Max turned to him with her eyes widened. “I’d love to go with you next time, they have tons of people who could use the type of regenerative work I’ve been researching.” Max said before realizing this wasn’t the time. “Sorry.” She took a step back to let the superheroes do the discussing.

The group of them began bickering, pointing blame, explaining what had happened for them to create these types of things. Then mentioning the weapons of war Stark Industries had made and turning it into a blame game on everyone. Voices grew loud, interruptive and angry. Max stood arms crossed, annoyed, knowing this was going to get all of them nowhere but this wasn’t her fight. She was brought along to help decipher and find the cube, and she’d be lying if she said the true reason she came along wasn’t to meet Bruce and shoot her research shot.

Just as they began really digging deep into the insults, the system found the source of a large gamma radiation and a beeping sound to alert them. Everyone stopped and looked over at one of the computer but before they could even assess that, a large explosion shook the entire ship causing everyone to either fall into the ground, thrown through the windows or be tossed upwards just to hit the ground from that height.

Max was laid out by Tony and Steve, who were quick to help her up.

“You okay?” Tony asked as he looked her over in a rush.

“I’m fine.” She stated as he continued to move her around to make sure there were no injuries, she said she was okay but adrenaline had the tendency to make one not realize they were hurt.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” She yelled in a frantic tone because she was truly scared.

“Come on.” Tony grabbed her hand as they left the now destroyed room.

The three of them moved down the hallway to escape out of the lab that was now blown to pieces. Everyone on the ship was moving around and trying to figure out how to solve the problem, and once they figured out that the one engine was blown. They knew what had to be done.

Tony suited up, but before putting on the helmet he grabbed his daughter by her upper arms. “You stay close. You do what I say. You don’t die.”

Max shook her head in agreement, while she wanted to keep her cool, she was absolutely losing her mind. She took one large deep breath and looked at her father with another nod.

“I’ll keep her with me.” Steve said, approaching the two.

“Your mother is going to kill me.” Tony kissed the girl's head pushing her towards Steve and then placing his helmet down as they raced towards engine 3. “You hurt her I hurt you, Capsicle.”

Steve brought Max to the blown up engine while Tony flew to the propeller that powered the engine. Tony gave everything a look over and realized he’d need to dislodge the debris and have Cap do some work on the engine control panel.

“Stay there.” Steve said to the girl who was in the far corner of the space, as far from the edge she could get as he jumped over to the panel.

As he got to the panel he realized he truly understood nothing about it. I mean he was asleep in the ice for 70 years, he had time to try and assimilate into this century but the jump from the 40's to 2010’s was a lot to account for.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity,” he said frustrated and defeated.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Tony understood Cap’s mindset. “Get Max’s eyes on it, she’ll know what to do. I have to focus on dislodging the debris so when you turn the reload on, it’ll give me a moment to get out of here.”

Steve looked over at the girl and jumped back over the large gap between them.

“Do you trust me?” He said, holding out his hand. Max looked down at his hand and then at the large gap that was just an opening to fall to their death.

“Not at all.” Max laughed in an unbelievable state before she grabbed Steve's hand.

He picked her up and jumped again, landing perfectly on the other side where the panels were.

Max had her eyes shut and a death grip on Steve even after they had landed perfectly on the grates.

Max started doing work on the control panel, seeing exactly what needed to be done to fix the issue as long as the debris was dislodged. Steve made a move towards the red lever to pause the movement of the 3rd engine, allowing Tony to get out of the engine before it hit full speed.

Before Steve could reach the lever, a few of the people who attacked the helicarrier were now at the edge with them, throwing grenades and shooting. One grenade was tossed over to Max, but luckily Steve dived back over to deflect it away from her with his shield, having it blow up mid air, causing the girl to jump in fear. Before she could take a moment to calm herself back down, gun shots were ricocheting off the helicarrier all around them. Steve blocked them both with his shield but Max was already freaking out.

“Cap, tell my kid to press down on the bracelet I gave her for her birthday last year,” Tony said still stuck in the engine fan.

Cap looked over at the girl for the moment that the shooting stopped, which he assumed was the attackers reloading.

“Max,” Steve started to say, before she cut him off.

“And to think I used to make fun of the shield,” she huffed out a laugh.

Steve frowned for a minute processing what the woman said.

“I just– it’s a rare material and Howard thought let’s make a circle shield? There were so many other ways to use it.” She explained.

“Howard?” Steve questioned, forgetting she was a Stark. In that moment he realized he was looking at the 3rd generation of Starks that he knew, which was mind blowing to him.

“Never met the guy, but Dad talks about him enough,” Max managed to get her statement in before the enemies began shooting again.

“Your bracelet!! Tony said to press your birthday bracelet!!” Steve yelled remembering what Stark had said.

Max looked confused but before she could think Steve was reaching over and pressing the gem on the only bracelet the girl was wearing. Suddenly, black iron was whirring out of the bracelet, the laster scannable pattern molding against her skin.

The black iron man suit was now formed completely around her body, the helmet being the last of it, allowing her to now talk directly with her father and the team.

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to shoot the bad guys.” Tony’s voice echoed in the suit.

“You put a fucking suit in my birthday gift.” The girl got accustomed to her new state and powered up so now she was flying over that large gap that she was trying so hard to avoid before.

“You can never be too careful.” Tony said.

“When I told you I wanted more father daughter bonding time this is not what I meant,” The girl said as she felt the bullets ping against her suit and she turned around and powered up her hand to blast the group of men away.

“Your mother is literally going to kill me.” Tony said hearing her so easily get into the thick of the fight.

“Get her a suit for her birthday and I’m sure she’ll forgive you.” Max barked back.

She continued to move around eliminating the bad guys that Cap wasn’t able to get by fighting through hand combat.

“I have to say, it’s obvious that this is not the first time you’ve done this.” Cap called out after seeing her punch out who they thought was the last threat.

“Not my first time in a suit,” The girl spoke before pressing down the lever to free her father from the engine fan and move back into the helicarrier to assess next steps.

Luckily, they manage to keep the ship afloat, but not without their own loss of men. The group of superheroes were now scattered, Hulk being who knows where, Nat in the infirmary with a recovered Clint, Thor also no where to be found, and Cap and Iron Man sitting at the conference table changed from their suits with Fury and Hill. The room was tense, filled with disappointment and sorrow from losing Agent Coulson. Max walked into the thick of it, throwing her recently washed hair into a ponytail as she moved to sit next to her father at the table.

“Pack your bag, you’re going home,” Tony said before the woman even got a chance to sit down.

Max’s face contorted and she moved her head back in shock.

“Not sure why you’re mad at me?” She asked leaving her hand on his chair, hoping maybe he wouldn’t double down on the harshness and would offer her some compassion.

“Not mad, just not risking your life. Go.” He didn’t even bother look at her just waved his hand to signal her out of the room.

Steve looked between the two, if the room didn’t already have enough tension in it, this surely pushed it over it’s limits.

Max shook her head and bit her lip in anger as she turned around to leave the room. But as she got to the doorway she turned around.

“You know, it's funny how you bring me into these situations time after time on your terms, and time after time you push me out of them on your terms.” She began to say calmly but with a frown on her face. “Wonder when you’ll let me live on my own terms.”

With that she said nothing more, waiting for Tony to say something. Preparing for an argument, while she hoped there was nothing more. Tony stayed silent and didn’t even turn to look at his daughter.

“I’ll let mom know you love and miss her,” she added, Steve feeling the bite in the comment, but also understanding where she was coming from.

Tony stayed silent still.

“Bye Cap,” Max said, changing her demeanor and tone slightly to wish the man farewell. “It was nice meeting you.”

Steve knew it wasn’t the right time for anymore words to be exchanged, especially coming from him, even though he desperately wanted to. Figured if he was lucky, he’d catch her packing before Fury put together a ride for her. So all he managed to do was nod towards her, offering up sympathetic eyes and a small smirk. Max reciprocated the smile, it was a little more mischievous.

“Call me when you get home,” was the last thing she said, still with a smirk on her lips.

Tony hummed in agreement, thinking she was talking to him since his back was still turned but Steve didn’t miss out on the girl’s slyness. She was looking directly at him when she said it, it was meant for him.

So he would. He would call her when he got home.

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It’s The Avengers (03x14)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 14: It’s Not What It Looks Like

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: ehehehehehe

Word Count: my anxiety was through the roof this time. and that too on the thing that I know was not achievable. But noooo my boss just wants results. Well, fuck you and your boss who gave me anxiety. You will know the pain of these tears soon.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The familiar sports car shining in its red shade came to a halt right outside the door for Tony to get out and greet the lone camera covering him. "How's it going fellas?" He seemed comparatively chirpier than the last few days as he whistled his way to the boot of the trunk to take out five boxes of large pizzas along with a whole bag filled with soda and side dishes. "It's pizza party today, my lovely unicorn," he announced to the camera person; mostly because there was no one else in his vicinity.

Tony: *standing next to his car* I have come realise that I have been a bit hard on my team because of the anxiety I've been feeling ever since Y/N disappeared from right in front of me. Like last Monday. *camera switches to the video recording of Last Monday* Tony is seen in the kitchenette making detox juice for himself after a workout. Sam comes and grabs the coffee pot, looking around for a mug to pour himself some. The only mug hanging on the stand is your Brooklyn Nine-Nine themed one. "Well," he mutters to himself, "no one's using this for a while." Just as he finishes the sentence, Tony's hand slips on the juicer switch and the green spill out everywhere in the space, making Sam yell for help. "You are excluded from my will," Tony announces while looking dead into Sam's eyes before pouring the coffee from his pot into the sink and walking away. *back to present* Tony: Pepper says I went overboard but Sam didn't have to say that now did he. *makes a cringe face* Anyways. This is my way of showing them that I have made peace with the situation for now and that I trust our alien friends to get my daughter back to me asap.

Tony walked into the facility to be greeted by dead silence. "Did I miss something?" he wondered out loud for the camera while looking around the lobby and the waiting area. "I am pretty sure we were not supposed to go out anywhere thanks to that stubborn virus." He walked up the elevator to be greeted by Clint coming back from the security room with his self-regulated watch, carrying two glasses of iced Americanos- one of which he offered Tony. "Pizza-" he seemed happy to see the boxes, taking the bag from Tony- "what's the occasion? Are you firing one of us? Is there a budget cut because of the 'Rona? In that case, just know that I spot a person without a mask from miles. And I can end them right there." Tony pressed the button for the lounge and waited for the camera to record his wink and smile till the doors closed to let the other handy camera in the elevator- following Clint- take over. Clint did a survey of the bag and was quite content with the contents. Tony, still with his glasses on, walked his usual walk that displayed well that he owned the place. "No one's getting fired unless they are eating my choco-chip ice cream." "You have set the bar pretty low." "It's pretty much up to the expectations I have from you all."

Clint shrugged and went on to agree with him, walking behind the Iron Man as the elevator dinged. The camera followed Clint and Tony out to film the scene unfolding in the Lounge. Manoeuvring away from their shoulders, the camera caught that deadpan silence in the room filled with nearly every Avenger staring at the screen with the seriousness of defusing a bomb that may go off any time. Peter was hiding under Scott's arm, peeping at the screen through his hands while Scott was biting his nails, nervousness dripping from his forehead. Wanda held Vision's hand while she muttered something under her breath- most probably a chant. Sam seemed to have forgotten he was watering the plants for the water-can was already empty and yet he still went on to pour the contents while his eyes were glued to the screen. Bucky's hands were busy brushing Zuko's fur- while the pupper took this opportunity to lay in his lap and snooze- monotonously, his gaze too stuck on the screen. "Come on, come on. Do it," Steve muttered while on the edge of his seat on the sofa. The camera swivelled back to Clint and Tony- both of whom had confused looks on their faces by now. Both of them turned to the screen in sync to witness what exactly was it that had all of them in such a grim state. And it was something like this.

On the screen was a barely lit space that seemed like it could have been a small closet under somebody's staircase. In that barely lit space, you could be seen from your abdomen up. There you were, panting, sweating, your hair a literal mess, your bra strap dangling out of your tank top's straps. "Again," you panted, wiping the sweat beads from your forehead while positioning your hands on a surface where the camera was seemingly recording you from. And in that same dim light, a movement was discovered behind you. That movement was of the exposed muscles and skin that the viewers had never seen in their daily life. Well, neither had they seen that very person pant and sweat like this before as well. Green eyes shined in that bare light, as the familiar face came out from the shadows to apparently hover just above your shoulder. One pale hand was used to remove those clammy hair strands coming in his way before both arms mimicked your position and came to rest on either side of your arms. "Are you sure?" Loki's voice, breathless and heavy, questioned you with sincerity while his body did not budge from behind you. You nodded. "Again." The frame caught you adjusting your hips to position your butt right with his front- something that was not covered by the camera. He towered over you, adjusting to your height while grounded his arms on the surface. "Okay then," he whispered, taking one arm to move your butt a little closer to your frame before going back to anchor himself to the surface, "here we go."

The iced Americanos created a crackle and bang louder than expected- thanks to the already looming silence- when they hit the floor. The pizza box and other snacks? Not so much. Every other person jumped where they were to turn and watch the colours from Tony and Clint's faces drain away by the second, their jaws unhinged, their hearts at a pause and their lungs just no longer working. Steve- the only one in the room to have deciphered what had just gone down in those Dad brains- got up and raised his arms till his chest as of sign of caution. "It's not what you think. Tony, Clint it's not-" The elevator dinged and out came Natasha and Bruce with four feet long bags of Cheetos and popcorn, the former quite excited to rush out into the Lounge. "We found the snacks from the pantry! Did we miss something? Did they put it in yet?" Steve winced just as Bruce blurted out those words. Tony was already heaving audibly, no air going into his lungs as he nearly collapsed on the floor if not for Natasha holding him up like she was used to it. Clint, on the other hand, had 'disgusted' written all over his face, judging every single person in the room before storming out. "OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GAAAAA~" the screams could be heard from outside while the camera zoomed in on Natasha's face- already bored and tired.

Natasha: If they had more than one working brain cell they wouldn't have fought like twelve-year-olds in the middle of an airport and then stopped talking for a whole year. *camera pans in on her face* *faces the camera* And to think they can procreate. .

One Hour Ago Eight Hours Earlier In A Galaxy Far Away One of the camera drones stepped over a stone wall and passed over a dozen guards, buzzing its best to enter the first window it could find. Passing over ogres guarding the small galleries, another drone accompanied the first one down the maze of hallways, parting at the stairway leading down to the dungeons and up to the meeting room. The way to the dungeons was one dark path that only lit up at the very end of the hallway- few lamps burning with constant flickers. The space was divided into walls and covered with iron bars. A few of these cells were empty while others housed creatures who are only spoken about with the name of their shadows. In the last cell was a shadow that seemed similar to that of a human sleeping under the lone ragged excuse of a blanket. If one tried to focus, they could hear light snores coming out of that creature too. The drone came to rest upon one of the iron bars, sending in the live feed to the cameraman behind this whole shebang. The other fly had already found the 'throne room'. The throne- as one could make out with the setting of the hall- was made out of a tree trunk burned till all that was left was an ash-covered dead piece looking up at the sky. The seat was carved right through the middle with one of the ashened branches housing a black adder with red eyes. And in the throne sat the one person no one wanted to see. "Aellae," you mumbled in the most derogatory sense, your eyes wanting to hurt her there and then through the screen in Javier's hand. And lo! Right then the God stepped in the frame, standing in front of the witch with his usual demeanour. Well, that's what it looked like. "Why do you have to bow to her?" You whispered at him a bit viciously. White entered the frame that was recording your end. Looking at the screen he furrowed his brows and wondered how you could tell that. "He stands straight," you stressed, already sensing the question from White, "and right now he is not. And he does not not stand straight for anyone." "I see you have found yourself a fine pair of pets on your galactic travels, my love," you and White hear Aellae from the screen, bringing your attention back to her. "Just a bunch of humans and a kitten to entertain me on my way," he chuckled and shrugged a little, that Asgardian charm resurfacing in his smile. Aellae smirked at him. "On your way to where?" The question had a hint of anger even when she added a wave of curiosity, something that was easy to catch of the one who was listening to layers in her voice. Loki waved his hands in the air. "You know how it is for me. Here and there, always on the move. A nomad exploring the universe." "No more," she announced, her head high, her stare stern, "now you stay with me. You will be my advisor in the day, guiding my army to every corner of this world, with nothing to spare." She got up from her throne to walk an inhumanly seductive gait to reach the God and place her finger under his chin. "And in the night, you shall be my pacifier," she whispered, making your whole face cringe for the camera to zoom into it. "You shall satiate all my bedly desires till I the very. last. drop." Something cracked on the other side, making Javier and White turn in every direction to look at the source of the sound. Lulu too was a bit confused. You were the only person not taking your eyes away from the screen.

You: I swear to God if she was not such a bitch, I would have asked her out. Would have even gone to lengths of being her *makes air quotes* bedfellow if she was not such a fucking bitch?? Javier: *turns the camera to himself with the dazed look on his face* *signs for the camera* I am supportive and all in for this but is now really a good time for her to be questioning her sexuality? When we can literally die for just breathing wrong???

"Now," Aellae snapped everyone back to the screen, "as for those pets of yours, I'll send someone to take care of them. They are just hindrance if nothing more." "Aellae," Loki's honey laden voice was now implying a sternness. "What." "They are not to be given enough importance to be-" Loki sighed and closed his eyes- "taken care of." "All the more fun to watch them die in misery." Her eyes widened with excitement at the thought of murder. "Especially that Midgardian who is living in the illusion of being your friend." Loki's jaw tightened. "If you decide to harm h-them, I will not aid you in your irrational quests, Aellae. Going after those weaklings proves that you are still the reckless stubborn creature that I left you." There wasn't an exclamation of surprise on her face but rather that particular smirk of the devil who has walked its prey right into its trap. "So, she does mean something to you." Loki kept mum. "Guards!" she yelled for the two orcs standing outside, "bring me the head of the woman!" "Aellae, stop," he begged casually. "Enough humour." "And do whatever with the rest of her!" she ordered with her eyes piercing through Loki's soul.

The next thing you know, the last fly drone that got lost on the middle floor somewhere was recording two orcs throwing Loki into a room before shutting the door behind him. His grunts echoed through the room with no windows. All around him were walls coloured in a dusty cream shade, lamps lining up the four walls with one dressing table sitting with one of the four walls, housing heavy chains, the purpose of which Loki did not want to know. He huffed as he stood up, looking at the door before letting his gaze land on those shackles on his wrist that now seemed permanent. The tension on his jaw did not go unnoticed by the tiny roommate before he slammed those bracelets- along with his wrist- into the wall in pure animalistic rage.

Witch's Den- Down the Hall Two orcs stood guard to the entrance coming to the floor via the stairs. One of them seemed to be snoozing with all the pressure sitting on his nose and brows while the other one was trying to drive away this one stubborn fly that kept buzzing around its head. Eventually reaching the threshold of irritation, he followed the fly out towards the stairs, his curved sword being swung into the air to strike the buzzing creature; only to be taken by surprise with a bright source of light. The next thing the fly was recording was the other orc waking up to the clunk of a sword dropping, this one finding gasping and taking an attack position before the camera went dark.

But not for long.

The fly in Loki's room recorded the God catching the sounds outside while he was in the middle of surveying the whole room for an escape route. The grunts and gasps of orcs outside have stopped, making him all the more cautious to the steps that steadily approach the door. He took one of the chains in his hand, with calculated steps, walked towards the door to catch whatever tried to come in next. With the sound of a heavy key twisted inside the keyhole, the wheels turned and the door opened a smidge to let someone in. Without losing even a second, Loki wound the chain around your neck from behind you, nearly choking you. "Not now, dammit!" you choked, trying to free yourself from the hold. "Y/N?" the surprise stirring along with confusion was a new shade on Loki that you would have appreciated any other day. "Wha-what are you doing here?" That God wasn't even able to squeak on realising it was you. The chains came off as fast as they had gone around your neck, giving you room to breathe and widen your eyes in horror. "No! No no no no noooo!!" You ran towards the door as it clunk shut, leaving you to pull at it with all your might to no avail. "The door opens from outside," you groaned with a sob, thumping your head on it with low winces before a tiny realisation hit you hard enough to stop and look back at Loki. "Ow!" He yelled at the hard slap that came for his back, looking at you in simmering confusion. "You could've waited to choke me after we got out, you fucking IDIOT!" The slaps and punches got more vigorous with each word until Loki had to gab your hands with his to stop you from wasting your energy anymore. "And what makes you think coming here was a good idea?" He struggled to keep your writhing form from hurting itself more than him. You were ready to kick him in his shins and you would have absolutely done that if Loki had not shoved you into the wall with him towering over you to restrict any movement of your limbs. The little buzzing drone came to sit over Loki's arm and capture the frame where both of you were flaming with anger and still trying to breathe enough to keep that rage alive. "I'd already told you were on your own," he grunted, his eyes drilling through your soul. "And I'd already told you I am a psychology major. I can see the denial routine from miles away, you stupid blob of six-foot galaxy brain! You think I haven't sacrificed myself to a professor for the sake of my friends?" "...what? Wait. What do mean by sacri-" "Now get off me and find us a way out of here." You pushed him back. Well, at least you thought you did. But he pushed closer to you, shooting emotions of mild surprise in your eyes before you caught yourself slipping. Fortunately, this little drone caught everything in 4K. From the veins popping in Loki's neck to the parted lips and wavering gaze of yours. "This world is not a joke, Y/N. There was a reason you were left behind. And you have done the exact opposite of that which is supposed to keep you alive." It felt as if Loki had to restrain from spilling that anger over the rim. To make that hypothesis true, he punched the wall to dissipate this emotion he did not want to be running him. And there he stood, his head hanging above you in defeat, his eyes closed and his breath wavering. "I was supposed to send you home safe," he was barely able to mutter. The drone focused on your hands coming around his torso, your arms taking as much of his frame in a hug as possible as you softly patted his back and soothed him. Loki's body twitched a little at this new touch, still like a stone before giving in with every wave of your soothing touch. "You're family, idiot. I'm not gonna leave you behind with some crazy bitch that isn't me?" A chuckle resonated through you and then the room. The next moment when you looked at him, he was looking lighter. "Now come on, use your muscles and drill through one of these walls." Raising his good brow, he judged you while tapping his fist casually on the wall. "What exactly do you take me for?" "A cheesy brooder who's all soft inside," you commented without skipping a beat, looking around to find some kind of a loophole in this square room. "Say that outside these walls and watch what this brooder does to you." "Sounds like an invitation," you sang under your breath, tapping the walls. It took a while. A while that was long enough for you to move around the room to come and sit on the lone drawer by the wall, feeling the heat of the room bursting out the sweat in your skin, other than turning your brain into an irritated mush. You groaned while taking off your top and throwing it on the floor. You wanted to cry out loud to blow off some of the unbearable heat but stopped short at the sight of that overcoat coming off. Followed by that black shirt. Muscles. No matter how he moved or what he did, his back lived in that moment to tease you with those muscles. And what was that? Sparkles? No, sweat, glistening in the dim light. Wait, why was it glisten- You looked around and realised the lamps were at their wick's end. "Same," you sighed as you looked back at Loki's back, only to find him turned around to face you. "Oh, Gods!" you jumped down from the drawer with quite the surprise in your eyes. "This is your first time seeing me shirtless?" It almost felt like he was genuinely curious. "What? No! I don't know. That wasn't the-look!" You signalled him to come closer and let your hand hang right above the drawer's top that touched the two corners of the wall. Loki mirrored you and realised it instantly. "That's a cold breeze." He looked at you with pupils expanding wide in that dim lighting. Taking over from there, he tried his best to get a look as to which section of the wall it was coming from. "There's an opening-" he immediately shifted his position to standing parallel to the length of the wall, his hands grounded on the varnished top- "we will have to either pull it-" he tried his best but the structure did not budge- "or push it towards the opening in that section." You got to work as well, standing next to him and giving your end of the small corner a good push that only ended up in failed grunts. "Okay, let's try another way," you inhaled, "I'll push the top, you be the bottom."

The drone was sitting on the drawer now, capturing all those failed attempts from every angle both of you thought possible before you nearly collapsed due to lack of air. "We're are clearly doing something wrong here," Loki huffed, his puffed-up chest, the centre of the camera's frame. You flipped your wet hair to show your tired face in the lone lamp that burned in the room. "There weren't any more of those BDSM chains inside it, were there?" Loki's breathing stopped for a moment. You looked at him for an answer. Both of you moved to open the drawers. The drone captured the disappointment in your own IQ in high definition before watching you both taking them out with nothing but pure spite. "Take a break, I'll try-" "No," you shook your head and wiped the forehead sweat, "let's do it together." Loki wanted you to stop but that you gave him was more than adequate to let anyone know you won't listen right now. "This time you stand behind me and let's use the wall behind as a supp....ort? Wait how is this room looking shorter?" You were looking around in dazed confusion while Loki closed his eyes. "It's not a normal room. Those two walls will keep closing in until..." He didn't have to say more. "Well, then what are we waiting for?" the drop of panic in your high pitched voice was evident as you positioned yourself- putting your palms on the edge. "Come on." Loki came to stand behind you, copying your position, just a bit more charismatically- and with a bit more skin- till he felt your hair come into his mouth. "One, two, three!" This time the push did budge the drawer chest a bit but your strength had been used for that movement of a centimetre. Your breaths almost felt like your lungs were on the verge of crying. "Again," you panted, wiping the sweat beads from your forehead while positioning your hands on a surface where the drone was seemingly recording you from. Loki looked at your back, clearly concerned. This time he used his hand to remove those clammy hair strands coming in his way before both arms mimicked your position and came to rest on either side of your arms. "Are you sure?" Loki's voice, breathless and heavy, questioned you with sincerity while his body did not budge from behind you. You nodded. "Again." The frame caught you adjusting your hips to position your butt right with his front- something that was not covered by the camera. He towered over you, adjusting to your height while grounded his arms on the surface. "Okay then," he whispered, taking one arm to move your butt a little closer to your frame before going back to anchor himself to the surface, "here we go." Both of you had your eyes stuck on the wall with a fiery gaze and an aura that would have burned this place to the ground. His muscles tried to take all that you could not. And just when the grunts were turning into screams, the drawer started to move from its place with a screeching noise. As soon as Loki noticed a decent enough opening in the wall to your and his side, he pushed you and himself in through the opening before the death walls came for your limbs. The drone fly followed. Both of you rolled through what seemed like a tunnel slide through the walls for a minute till that just did not seem to end. It did end though. It ended in a noisy fall of thuds and groans- you on top of him. "You okay?" you winced through your broken voice, not moving a muscle for the fear of breaking something. Also because it was awkward lying over him on your stomach. Loki replied with a quick wince. A ruffle came from next to you. Followed by a lazy groan. Your head turned to the noise. So did Loki's. "You two could have easily waited for another hour." The drone swerved around to bonk into the one that was already there, covering the dungeons. There under the rugged blanket, laid Carol Danvers, looking at the two of you with sleepy eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. She looked at her watch and put her head inside the blanket again. "Five more minutes."

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babybluebex · 3 years

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english love affair [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.1k ➽ summary: you attend the bronx school of science, and you’re immediately taken by the new student: ben perkins. ➽ warnings: deception ig? ➽ a/n: PART 1! no idea how many parts this is gonna be, but stick around! (taglist link is in bio)

As soon as you stepped off the bus, you heard the chattering that only came from one occurrence. A new kid. That confused you, though. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for kids to drop in halfway through the semester, but, at your school, it was rare. The Bronx School of Science was an elite high school and it took amazing test scores and the grace of God to get in, so a new kid in the middle of the year was a rarity.

You saw him the moment you walked into your first period chemistry class. After all, he was the only face you didn’t recognize. Dark, curly hair that was just a bit long, with rosy cheeks and wide brown eyes. He seemed nervous; as new kids usually were. He wore a red hoodie, his hands shoved deep into the front pocket, and he was looking all around the room. The seat next to him was empty and, while it wasn’t your usual place, there was no formal seating chart. “You new?” you asked, swinging your backpack to the floor.

The boy looked at you with a keen alertness in his dark eyes, and he swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he laughed softly. He sounded a little Queens, maybe; perhaps even Brooklyn. “Just, uh… Just moved here.”

“Nice,” you said. “From where?”

The boy clenched his jaw. “Queens,” he said, and you nodded.

“Well, welcome to the Bronx,” you laughed. “I’m Y/N.”

“Ben,” he said quickly. “Ah, Ben Perkins.”

“Ben Perkins from Queens,” you repeated. “What brings you here?”

Ben shrugged. “Parents,” he mumbled simply. Ben seemed like a guy of few words, but you didn’t mind too much. It was a welcome change from the other guys at your school who wouldn’t shut up.

You decided to not really say much to Ben. If he didn’t feel like talking, you didn’t want to push him and make him uncomfortable. The first day at a new school was stressful. “If you need help with any classes or anything, just let me know. Getting into the routine here is hard as shit.”

“Thanks,” Ben told you with a nod. “That’s quite nice.”

You couldn’t place why the usage of the word “quite” tickled the back of your brain. Maybe because you had never heard anyone use it like that. “You’re quite welcome,” you replied, biting the tip of your tongue. Ben looked at you and the rosiness in his cheeks grew deeper as he smiled.

The class started normally, until your teacher got to the Ps on the roll sheet. “Oh!” she cried. “We have a new student! Benjamin Perkins!”

Ben’s face grew red, this time not from laughter. He gave a quick two-finger to the class, and he mumbled, “Just Ben is fine, actually.”

“Welcome to the Bronx School, Ben,” your teacher said. “I’m sure you’ll do great here.”

About halfway through the lesson, you looked at the boy sitting beside you. He wore jeans and scuffed sneakers with the red hoodie, a dark curl bouncing along his forehead as he looked at the board and diligently copied notes. He was cute, a lot cuter than any boys you knew, and you wondered what he was like when he was in his element. His hands were big, veins popping as he gripped his pencil tightly. You took a second look at the mechanical pencil, and your heart soared. Quickly, you ripped a page out of your notebook and scribbled a quick “i like your pencil :)”, and you passed it over to Ben.

He tore his attention away from the lecture for long enough to look at your note, then at the pencil. It was red and blue with various white spiderwebs all around it. You liked the Spiderman pencil; your dad had practically raised you on the Toby Maguire Spiderman movies, so you liked anything Spiderman. In fact, you had been Spiderman for Halloween three years in a row when you were little. Not Spiderwoman, you said, Spiderman. Ben wrote something down and gave you the paper back, and you bit your lip as you read his message.

“spiderman’s pretty cool i guess. you like the movies?”

“yeah!! toby maguire’s awesome”

“cool. i like them too :)”

You invited Ben to sit with you at lunch, and he did. You usually sat alone, and you secretly liked having Ben there with you. You two talked about Spiderman, mostly: how Toby was a better Peter Parker but Andrew Garfield was the better Spiderman. “You know,” you started. “In the comics, Peter Parker becomes, like, an intern for Tony Stark. Tony makes him this suit and he becomes the Iron Spider.”

“Really?” Ben said. His eyebrows went up, and he scratched at a few upturned hairs. “That sounds cool.”

“I wish they’d add Spiderman to the MCU,” you added. “I think he’d fit really well with everyone, ya know? I mean, I guess they’d have to cast the right guy, but…” You shrugged. “A girl can dream, right?”

“Sure thing,” Ben said. “I like Robert Downey Jr. a lot, he seems really fun.”

“Oh, definitely!” you agreed. “And Chris Evans! Man, I’d love to meet them, I would just die right there.”

Ben smiled and nodded along with you, and he slotted his chin into his palm as he listened to you chatter about Avengers: Age of Ultron and Ant-Man. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and you stopped mid sentence when you noticed it. “I just think Elizabeth Olsen is so underrated, and-- Ben. You alright?”

Ben blinked a few times. “Yeah,” he said. “M’all good. Just listening to you.”

You flushed. “I’m not talking too much?” you asked, feeling the urge to sink into yourself. “I’ve been told I do that.”

“No, not at all,” Ben said quickly. “I like it. I like how people get when they get excited about something, you know? It’s cute.”

“Cute,” you repeated, rolling the word around your mouth. Did Ben just call you cute? Or did he call the whole concept of your dumb blathering about some movies cute? Did that still qualify as calling you cute? You raised your eyes to his and, nervously picking at a loose thread on your sweater, hazarded, “You think I’m cute?”

Ben shrugged. “I mean, yeah,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You just seem so passionate about those movies. I would listen to you talk about them for a long time.”

“You wouldn’t want to.”

“I do,” Ben said quickly. “I promise you, I don’t mind one bit. I’d tell you if I did.”

You nodded again, and you scooted just a bit closer to Ben. “For the record,” you started. “I think you’re cute too.”

Ben smiled, little dimples appearing in his cheeks. “Cool.”

Before the day ended, Ben had given you his phone number. “I don’t have Snapchat or anything,” he said. “Strict parents, ya know? But I’d love to talk to you.”

You liked the way that Ben texted. He used a lot of emojis and even a few goofy emoticon faces, a la 2012, and he signed every text off with xx. With texting, you felt like Ben was a little more open than at school, probably because it was just the two of you, completely private. And, man, did the boy talk. He sent two, three, four messages in a row, just spewing thoughts the second he thought them. You didn’t mind one single bit, though; but your parents did.

Even though the sound was off and your phone was in your pocket, the entire dinner table could hear your phone buzzing. “Is someone calling you?” your dad asked. “Your phone just keeps going off.”

“Oh, no,” you said, your face going warm. Quickly, you pulled out your phone and set it completely silent, and the buzzing ceased. “Sorry. Just texts.”

“From who?” you mom asked.

“A boy from school,” you began, fully intent on explaining the situation, but your little brother was quicker to the uptake than you.

“Ooh, Y/N has a boyfriend!” he squealed.

“Shut up, you little fungus!” you hissed. Brothers of any age were unbearable, but 13 was an especially difficult age, you had come to find.

“Don’t call your brother a fungus,” you mom sighed. “That boy’s texting you an awful lot, though, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “He’s new,” you said. “Just asking questions about school and stuff.”

“And his name?” your dad asked.

“Ben Perkins,” you said. “He just moved from Queens.”

“He’s a senior?” your mom asked and, when you nodded, her eyebrows creased. “That poor boy, moving schools in the middle of his senior year. Well, good for you, making new friends. I bet he really appreciates you.”

Tom slumped himself down on the couch. You weren’t answering his texts and, while he knew that you probably had homework or were eating dinner or any number of other things, he couldn’t help the anxiety that filled him at the thought that maybe he had scared you off.

Tom hadn’t had a normal high school experience by any means. Sure, secondary school was a thing that was semi-normal, but normal in the sense that everyone around him was in the same boat. And he was certain that British secondary school was a hell of a lot different than American high school. Hence, the joke that had landed him here.

“It would be funny if I went to an American high school for a few days. Just to see what it’s like, ya know?”

Apparently, Anthony and Joe Russo didn’t seem to understand his British sense of humor, because he was on a flight to New York within the week. The Russos had helped him come up with the bare bones of a backstory: Ben Perkins, originally from Queens. American. 17. Quiet. It was a far cry from Tom Holland, originally from London, British, 19, and loud. But the Russos, in their infinite wisdom, had seen through Tom’s joke and understood something that was integral to the character that had taken Tom a few days to really see.

Peter B. Parker was a high schooler. A smart one, an unusual one, but he was still 15 and trying to understand himself and the world. Tom didn’t have that knowledge; at least, not in the way that Peter Parker would have had it. He needed to see the inside of an American high school to get to the core of his character, and even Tom understood that. The filming for Captain America: Civil War hadn’t started and the news of Spidey’s introduction into the Marvel Cinematic Universe hadn’t hit the airwaves yet, but Tom knew that, if his contract was to be upheld in the way that Sony and Marvel had promised, he would have plenty of time to use this high school experience to better the character.

Tom really and truly did not intend to develop a crush on a girl. Yes, a beautiful, smart, and funny girl that shared a love for the same things he did, but he was sure that the Russos would disapprove of it. After all, he was only slated to go to the Bronx School of Science for three days. There wasn’t nearly enough time to have anything more than a crush. But you. There was something about you, something intangible. He had felt a pull in his stomach when you first walked into the room and, when he had texted Harry about it, his brother had only laughed at him and made a joke about wanting to get his dick wet. And, yes, while that thought was in Tom’s mind, you were already so much more to him than that.

As much as Ben Perkins was a character, Tom felt like he could be himself around you. He had shared stories from growing up, mostly about his brothers pulling shenanigans, and had shown you pictures of him and Tessa when he had first gotten her. The little squeal and sigh that had left you when you saw the puppy made his heart swell. Then, he had said something that still made his stomach turn: “Maybe you can meet her soon.”

What a great fucking thing to say to someone that he would have to abandon in three days. Sure, he could keep texting you after he left, but he would have to explain everything to you. He knew what your reaction would be, too; somewhere along the lines of laughing at him and going, “Dude, you’re fuckin’ nuts, bro.” Or, on the other end of the spectrum, getting mad at him for lying to you. He was sure that you would be more mad than amused. And, after the conversation that you two had shared about your requited love for Spiderman, he knew that trying to tell you wouldn’t land him anywhere except alone again.

And, God. Tom was tired of being alone.

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kittybellestark · 3 years

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Falling Apart At The Seams

Hey so this is the bio dad Tony fic I was working on !!

Thank you so much to @peter-is-a-bean @superherotiger @thedumbestavenger @marvelous-1015 and @himaboroshi736 for helping me pick out a title !! I really appreciate the help and all the different opinions !

Summary: Tony was Iron Man and yet he was weak. He should have been able to pull it together, to find his child and raise them. It should have been easy, to be a good father. Yet he can’t bring himself to look for them, he doesn’t even know the sex. It was all his fault. He should have been stronger, better.

TW: PTSD, mention of Rape, Rape/Non-Con elements (no actual described rape), self victim shaming, alcohol, drugings

Read on AO3 Part 1/5

Tony had been kidnapped many times in his life.

It was old hat. Get kidnapped, sit and wait, find out the motive, what the ransom may be. Sit and wait some more. Eventually get released or found. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Of course there were a few kidnappings where Tony was underestimated just enough that he was able to sneak away, but that didn’t happen too often. Lucky for him, he was small enough to get out of tight situations, and smart enough to trick his captors.

But then it happened.

Mid 2000. He was at some party. Happy and Rhodey were there too. Tony had a little too much to drink and found an opportunity to leave with this girl, Mary, without his friends noticing. She was beautiful and smart, quick-witted and fun. Her eyes were a striking blue and hair golden brown.

Tony shouldn’t have left with her.

When he had woken up next, in bed, naked, it wasn’t much of a surprise. Sure, he couldn’t remember anything that transpired after he left the party and Mary had given him a drink, but that’s normal, really. Tony didn’t enjoy waking up with no memories but he did it to himself.

What surprised him though, was that he was tied down to the bed. And Mary wasn’t actually a nice person, at all. She had wanted a child, and had found out her husband was infertile. Apparently he was not aware that he couldn’t have kids, but Mary felt that Tony looked close enough to him.

It was January of 2001 when Tony was finally released. Mary was confident enough that she wouldn’t lose the child and that keeping Tony around was a waste of time. So after months of being chained down Tony was finally free.

Tony was far too skinny, and he couldn’t help shaking, not unlike a chihuahua. He tried stepping back into his roll of CEO and pretending everything was normal and fine. He had built this sort of a reputation for himself hadn’t he?

The world was more than aware that he was taken, that he wasn’t being held for ransom. It didn’t stop the rumours that he was on a bender, or in rehab though. Obie had stepped in as acting CEO and the world went on without him. But it’s not like he could really tell anyone what happened. He was a man, no one would believe it. He was Tony Stark, playboy extraordinaire, everyone would say he was asking for it.

And now there was a child in the mix. A child he didn’t want. A child he had no choice to help create. He couldn’t be responsible for that. Not when every time he thought about it he’d had such horrible panic attacks that Rhodey had thought he was having a heart attack. They were so bad he’d completely dissociate, or vomit, or pass out. Tony couldn’t deal with a child, he never wanted one, and certainly not one that he was forced to help create.

There was no reality where Tony could tell people what happened to him. Nothing that he could really do. Mary never came asking for child support, or wanting another child. So Tony was grateful. He hoped that the child was well taken care of. That it didn’t inherit it’s mother’s crazy, and that the father was a good person. Tony didn’t feel good about leaving the child in Mary’s care, but he couldn’t do anything about it. It was too much for him.

As years went on Tony learned not to flinch at a persons touch. Of course when Afghanistan happened and all the progress he made in the years of his freedom vanished. He hated being touched, he hated being handed things. Parties were not a place he wanted to be and being left alone in a room with only one other person was enough to send it spiraling.

Tony lived with the overwhelming guilt of knowing he abandoned his child. He would try to talk himself up, search up Mary, find the kid and take it. But as soon as he was in front of the computer, with the search bar open and keyboard cursor blinking, his brain would take him right back. Back to the bed he was chained to and the woman with wild eyes overtop of him, laughing while he sobbed.

He wanted to care about the kid. Wanted to want the kid, but there was nothing. While Tony knows it deep in his heart Mary should not be a mother, he knows that he could never, ever be a father. There was a child out there, that he knew about and Tony was terrified of them, of knowing who they are, of looking at them and seeing Mary. Tony wouldn’t be a good father, not when he can’t even think about his kid.

As Tony had to teach himself how to cope with things again, trying to be normal, he found himself in a relationship with Pepper. Holding hands and kisses and hugs were mostly okay. Pepper was more than happy for the relationship to move as slow as it had been. She was really expecting things to be more rushed from the get-go. Tony was taking baby-steps. He couldn’t overwhelm himself, not with Pepper.

Sometime after Ultron- after Tony nearly ruined the world- did he actually confide in Pepper. He didn’t plan to tell her anything. Tony didn’t ever have plans on saying a single word to anyone. He wouldn’t have said anything, if it wasn’t for some viral video of Spider-Man holding a little girl and telling her about how his babysitter had raped him too. Hearing Spider-Man say those words Tony knew he needed to tell Pepper.

Pepper cried. A lot. So did Tony. They were in their living room, sitting on the couch, a blanket over Pepper’s lap and an box of tissues in-between them as they sat face to face. Tony told her everything; the party, the alcohol, the way Mary smelled, being tied to the bed, hating himself more because of those months, being kept there even after there was a positive pregnancy test, how there was a child out there Tony could never face. Pepper cried as she held Tony, fingers curled in his hair reassuring him none of it was ever his fault. He never wanted to be taken, to be raped, and to have a child. She didn’t blame him for not wanting the kid, for not being able to think about them without spiraling completely. She told him he wasn’t selfish for trying to protect himself.

After that Spider-Man became Tony’s new obsession. Tony built him a better suit and watched video after video. Eventually he was able to find out Spider-Man’s identity and helped cover all of Spider-Man’s traps.

What surprised Tony the most was that Spider-Man was a kid. His name was Peter Parker, he was 14 years old and top of his class at Midtown. He lived with his aunt, May Parker. His uncle, Ben, was murdered in front of him, and his parents, Diane and Jacob Parker died in a plane crash when he was 6. Previous to 2007 there were no files on any of the Parker’s, no tax files, no bank accounts or government ID’s. They were a mystery, but Tony didn’t really see the need to push much farther in the past. By the looks of all the FBI documentation, it was more than likely for their own safety. It was strange though, how the FBI was the one to deal with the case against Steven (Skip) Wescott, and they did it discreetly. Sexual assault cases in New York City were rarely ever dealt with by the FBI.

Now Tony needed to find a reason to approach Spider-Man. He didn’t really know whether it would be better to approach Peter as himself or as the masked vigilante. Tony just wanted to thank the teen. Sure Peter didn’t do very much, not really technically to help Tony. But hearing him talk to the girl, it helped him talk to Pepper. If a 14 year old can do it, so can Tony Stark. And it wasn’t like Tony was going to broadcast it to the world, he just told his long-term partner. People could believe a babysitter hurting doing such horrible things to a child, but they wouldn’t believe Tony.

So he needed to thank Peter. Not because he was grateful that a child went through the same things Tony did, but because he was willing to share. Spider-Man didn’t even care that there were camera’s on him, his focus was on comforting that little girl. Who knows how many people he helped, Tony could only hope it was more than just him.

Peter was 15 before Tony finally built up the nerve to approach him. He was just a kid, who had bad things happen to him, and was now helping others. So what if Tony was scared to see him? Tony just needed the perfect cover story. And he needed to make sure the new spider suit would keep Peter safe. That’s all. Don’t approach until you know that everything is perfect.

Tony was in the Parker apartment. That was fine. May Parker was very nice. Surprised that Tony Stark was at her door, but then suddenly not surprised that it was about Peter. She was a lovely woman, invited him in and told some stories from when Peter was younger.

The panic that started to set in as the time ticked on before Peter arrived back from school was starting to eat at Tony. He could feel his stomach twisting and throat starting to burn. Maybe he should have had Happy come up with him. He was okay. Tony was in control.

Finally Peter arrived before Tony was able to make some cheap excuse about an emergency at SI. Seeing Peter was difficult. This was Tony’s first time since 2000 where he willingly put himself in a situation with a child.

Tony might actually throw up.

Peter had bright brown eye’s, nearly golden in colour and dark brown hair. Of course Tony had seen the government picture of Peter and school photos, but now it was a lot. Peter was a real person and Tony was not prepared for this.

“I was just talking to your aunt about the internship you applied for. With the September Foundation. Youngest candidate to ever apply, and also the most qualified. So I wanted to come and meet you personally, Mr. Parker. You mind if we talk?”

“Yeah, no, yeah, of course.”

Tony couldn’t believe the starry-eyed wonder that Peter had. The wide-eyed innocence. How could this kid who has seen so much tragedy be able to look like nothing horrible has ever happened? It didn’t make much sense.

Peter led Tony to his bedroom, and Tony maintained his space by the door. It said a lot to him, how Peter was okay with having an older man in his room, yet Tony couldn’t really handle being alone with anyone for long periods of time.

“I’m going to cut to the chase. You’re Spider-Man right? I’m not here to harass you about it or anything. I’ve covered you’re tracks for you, actually. Deleted some CCTV footage, made sure no connection existed. Also made you a new suit, it’s got all the bells and whistles.”

And there was the distrust. The squinted eyes, locked jaw and crossed arms that screamed that Peter was uncomfortable and that he did not believe this offer. Peter looked much older now, all signs of youthful innocence gone, now just a cagey-tired kid who didn’t know what to do. Tony tried to make himself appear smaller, less grandios, he knows that’s what he would like.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. You inadvertently helped me out, I’m just repaying the debt.”

Peter hummed and paced the room. Tony tried to make sure that if Peter wanted to leave, the door wasn’t completely blocked off.

“Mr. Stark, I never applied for any September Foundation internship thing. It doesn’t even let you try and apply if you aren’t of age. This clearly won’t look like an actual internship, May will see right through it. There is obviously something else you aren’t telling me.”

Smart kid. Already aware of the holes in Tony’s plan. Willing to call him out. Tony liked him, for a teen vigilante. That’s all. Arms length and everything.

“You’ll come to the tower twice a week. I’ve talked to Nat, she saw your hand-to-hand combat. It’s alright, but sloppy. She’s going to make sure you can protect yourself.”

It took a moment before Peter made up his mind. He even turned his back to Tony to move the clearly home made computer on his desk. What a big sign of trust! To allow an older man into his room and then turn his back, Tony couldn’t imagine being okay with doing the same thing with any woman other than Pepper.

“Sure,” Peter nodded, “Yeah, with the Black Widow? I’d be a fool not to accept that, she’s pretty awesome.”

Tony couldn’t help but laughing. He nodded his head towards the Iron-Man poster on the wall, “Clearly not as great as Iron Man.”

Peter laughed. His smile lit up the whole room.

“It’s not like I ever thought you’d be in my room, Mr. Stark. They’re coming down as soon as you leave.”

“No, no you can’t now that I’ve seen them. I’ll fire you if you take them down.”

“I’ll quit first.”

Peter was a quick learner. He also wormed his way in to the Avenger’s lives. It surprised Tony, how Peter was only ever suppose train with Nat twice a week, now he had lab days and would show up sporadically. The teen had inserted himself into everyone’s lives and he fit. Spider-Man was safer out on the streets and the Avenger’s were more than happy to help Peter however they could.

Tony was blown away from how smart Peter was. There were only a handful of times where Bruce and Tony had to slow down and explain things to Peter. It was far more common that Peter would beat them to the answer, or simplify things, and even correct their mistakes.

“You know, if I wasn’t there went you went missing back in 2000 I’d think Peter was your kid.”

Rhodey laughed and clapped Tony on the back, and that was it. Suddenly Tony couldn’t breathe. His wrists were bleeding and the metal of the bedframe was creaking. His eyes were swollen from the constant tears the never seemed to stop streaming down his face. Mary was sitting beside him, her hands on the beginning of a growing stomach. She just wanted to make it through the second trimester before Tony was allowed to go. Her eyes were far too bright and unhinged.

“Tony, Tones, you’re okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Peter is an August baby. He’s August. Not April. The dates don’t line up. It’s fine. He’s the son of Diane and Jacob Parker.”

Tony was leaning over, knees to his chest, hands flat on the floor. He’s touching the floor, not a dirty old mattress. Not handcuffs or a bedframe. Just the cool, hardwood flooring.

“Tones, what are you talking about? Are you trying to tell me you have a kid out there?”

So Tony told him. Everything. How he left the party, what happened during all those months. Tony talked about how he discovered Spider-Man, and how he just wanted to thank Peter for sharing his story, because it helped. He wanted to make sure Peter was safe, and this was the only way Tony knew how to re-pay him.

Months went on and it felt like a constant balance of ‘this is too much, I am not enough,’ for Tony. With Rhodey knowing what happened, it helped a little bit. Tony didn’t feel like he was always suffocating in guilt. Of course it didn’t stop Tony from feeling like he was drowning all the time, from the memories of what happened, but he could share his guilt with Rhodey and Pepper, and it helped a little.

Actually it helped a lot. Whenever the team would call Peter ‘Stark Junior’ as a joke. Or when Thor came back and saw Peter immediately dubbing him as ‘Stark-Son.’ Rhodey and Pepper were incredible at talking him down from the edges of his panic attacks. Having people- his people- know what happened helped a lot more than Tony ever thought they would. They believed him. Rhodey and Pepper believed him when he said he didn’t want anything to happen, that he hadn’t asked for it. They didn’t tell him it was his fault or push him to find the mystery kid, but instead they listened. It helped.

Tony didn’t ever think he could get to this point in his life. Not after 2000. He didn’t think he would be able to trust so many people, or talk to about everything. It was nice, to feel some semblance of normal. Not that anything could be considered normal, but learning not to keel over from the weight of everything made it feel more normal. Spiraling at the sight of blue eyes or being near women and seeing children on the streets was not normal.

But Peter in Tony’s lab was normal. And so was Peter in the communal kitchen, his head in the cupboards looking for a snack. It was so normal it ached. Tony hated that he could have this mentor-mentee relationship with Peter and he couldn’t even handle the thought of his own child.

“Hey, you’re no ostrich, get your head out of the metaphorical sand, food is on it’s way up right now.”

“Bad analogy, Mr. Stark, I would have gone with the hand in the cookie jar thing. Y’know because food. It was the obvious one.”

Peter pulled his head out of cupboards a lop-sided smile lighting up his eyes. Even after knowing Peter for nearly a year, Tony was still blown away by Peter’s optimism, and his snark.

“Right, yes, my apologies for not choosing the right analogy. Next time I’ll use the right one.”

The smile on Peter’s face dropped. He looked over to the elevator, his head shaking. “No, no, no. That’s not food, I’m sorry Mr. Stark.”

The elevator doors opened and there stood May Parker with an FBI agent. Neither of them seemed very happy, which definitely wasn’t good. Tony had made sure that there was no way Peter could get in trouble for being Spider-Man, and there was no way the government would find out that are one in the same. Tony did everything right, didn’t he? Peter should have been safe. Everything should be fine.

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myarmsaretoolong · 3 years

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so apparently i had a brainwave for a scene from my ironhusbands/bio-dad/riri fic and felt the need to write it down so uh... here i guess

very much unfinished and just a first draft but idk i think it’s a decent go

When Tony was a young boy, he still believed in family. That fate could throw together a handful of people who loved each other to the point of idiocy, and who would always have each other’s backs.

He believed in family right up until he realised Howard cared more about some long dead Super-Soldier fantasy than his own wife and son. Howard would always talk about Steve, about what he achieved and how he gave his life to save the world. Usually in the same breath in which he berated Tony for accidentally short-circuiting the lab. Nothing Tony ever did was good enough for Howard. How could it be when Steve’s legacy hung over his head?

Then there was his mum. She tried, god knows she was a saint compared to Howard. She’d watch movies with Tony, tuck in him at night, cuddle him as he held back tears after Howard’s last screaming match. But so much of her energy was spent dealing with Howard that she had little to give to Tony. It wasn’t her fault, he didn’t blame her for it, but that didn’t make up for much.

No, it was Auntie Peggy and Jarvis who really raised Tony. He’d spend his holidays from boarding school at Jarvis and Ana’s when he could get away with it. Auntie Peggy would visit when between SHIELD missions as often as she could.

But they weren’t family, they were just people. A small part of him realised that he wouldn’t let them be his family, but that was something he’d unpack later. Save it for when he inevitably got himself a therapist. Or, more likely, when Pepper and Rhodey dragged him kicking and screaming to a therapist.

Pepper and Rhodey, they were some more people. And the Parker’s, too. Just a handful more people. His people, but just people.

Fact: the closest he’d ever felt to having a family was when he’d brought Rhodey to his house for Thanksgiving. Howard was away on business, and Rhodey’s parents were on a cruise - they were going to celebrate together when they got back. So the three of them cooked together, laughing and singing along to the radio, then ate as much as they could without throwing up.

Of course, Howard showed up early the next morning. It was meant to be a surprise, but he’s seen Rhodey sleeping on Tony’s floor and flipped out. Within an hour, the pair were on a plane heading back to MIT. That was the last time Tony let Rhodey near his parents.

Another fact: this moment is probably the second closest he’s felt to having a family.

Ben and Richard’s deep laughter mixed into one sound. Rhodey tried his best to hide a smirk behind his hand, and Mary didn’t try at all to hide her eye roll.

Tony leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He didn’t like being on the outside of the joke. “Am I a chef?”

“Absolutely not,” May grinned.

Ben and Richard howled louder, leaning on each other and wiping tears from their eyes.

Tony drummed his fingers on the post-it note stuck to his forehead. “Not an actor, not a sportsman, not a chef…Are you sure I’m even famous?”

“Definitely famous.”

“Can’t be if I haven’t heard of them,” Tony muttered. He plastered a scowl across his face and folded his arms.

Ben and Richard reached the point where their laughter turned into silent gasps for air, faces turning bright red. Maybe they’d had one too many to drink, but everyone else was just as tickled by the game. Happy even cracked an all too rare smile, though quickly wiped it away.

“I think I know this person far too well,” Mary grinned, one hand resting on her belly.

That’s what brought this group of people together, one night back in February that led to an unexpected pregnancy. At first, Tony has been terrified by the prospect of being a dad, but now… well he still was terrified, but also excited. A few weeks later, Mary met Richard, then Tony met Richard, then Tony met Richard’s brother and his wife May, then finally the Parker’s met all of Tony’s friends. And the rest, as they say, was history.

Pepper quirked an eyebrow, trying hard to keep a straight face. “I think we all know this person too well.”

Tony slumped back with a sigh. “I quit, it’s a stupid game anyway.”

“We all know you just hate losing, Tones,” Rhodey smirked. He gestured for everyone to quiet down, waiting patiently until Ben and Richard got themselves under control. “Guess some people and we’ll tell you if you’re hot or cold.”

“Okay,” Tony rubbed his hands together. “Um… Gandhi?”

In a split second everyone in the room, bar Tony, cackled with uncontrollable laughter. Rhodey clutched at his stomach and doubled over, Pepper hid her face in Mary’s shoulder, Happy and May giggled away in their own corner.

“Cold, cold,” Rhodey managed eventually. “Like Arctic cold.” His comment only sent another wave of laughter around the room.

“That’s it.” Tony ripped the post-it from his head and turned it over, reading the two words that adorned it. TONY STARK. “Oh for the love of- Really?”

Rhodey threw his head back. Come to think of it, that handwriting was definitely his.

“That’s right, Platypus, laugh it up. I can take it.” He screwed the paper into a little ball and threw it across the room, then sagged back into the sofa, defeated. Soon, though, the sound of his own voice joined in with the laughter. “I suppose it is a little funny, in a sadistic kind of way.”

The laughter stopped as abruptly as it started when Mary let out a little gasp of pain. All eyes in the room went to her.

“Just a kick,” she waved away their worry. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Richard quickly sobered up. “I think we’ve got a footballer on our hands,” he said with a goofy grin. Tony would have said it was sappy if he didn’t have a matching one of his own.

Though his baby was biologically Tony’s, Richard was just as much it’s father. The three of them had sat down and discussed how their co-parenting arrangement would work. Ironing out the details as the months wore on. Neither wanted the other to be cut off of the baby’s life, and they all got along plenty well enough for the unconventional parenting setup to be a problem.

Tony was glad for Richard’s input. He didn’t know how to be a father, had hardly had one himself. He had a whole list of what not to do, but the rest was a mystery to him. Which is exactly where Richard stepped in, helped fill the blanks and make difficult decisions - like what colour was best to paint the nursery and which buggy is the safest.

um yeah, that’s what ive got. this is partly just proof im still working on this, and partly me trying to get over my recent writers block on the aladdin au

let me know what you think?

#my writing #ironhusbands #rhodey #tony stark #mcu #marvel #mcu fic #marvel fic #tony stark fic

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wiener-soldiers · 4 years

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Hey sorry if Ur requests aren't open but could I request one where Peter and the reader go to some of the haunted locations from BuzzFeed unsolved (the reader being a boogara and Peter being a Shania) they record it and post it on YouTube and it's just funny and chaotic 😘

i’m really vibing w this unsolved! stark! reader shit so i’m still gonna roll w it

(referencing this fic and this hc!)

so pretty much over the course of a month, y/n’s yt channel (where she posts exclusively videos of her and peter doing unsolved stuff) raked in more than a million subs

they film videos mockumentary-style because of course they do (they’re huge fans of the office)

peter also made a channel of his own, mostly to post aesthetic vlogs and interact with the fans from y/n’s channel

pretty soon, people were leaving comments/tweeting at y/n and peter, asking them to visit haunted locations

which poses a few problems: a) y/n as not allowed traveling by herself because being a stark meant being a high profile target who is still a child. like tony would literally die before he let his daughter travel by herself without protection; b) peter and y/n are too scared to go to locations by themselves. y/n is insistent that these places are actually haunted so she thinks they need to have someone to protect them because they’re literal children. that someone can’t be peter because he needs to protect his identity. the fact that peter can’t protect y/n and himself makes him nervous too.

their compromise? a chaperone flies the quinjet to their haunted location and joins them on ghost hunts. the chaperone being an avenger.

and depending on who brings them on their trip, the vibe of the video is VERY DIFFERENT

tony is a boogara mostly because he’s seen too much shit to be a skeptic tbh

when he’s in videos, they usually get the most views because HELLO the man is basically elon musk but a superhero

he has very nonchalant energy in videos and makes asides that are hilarious

*something crashes in the distance* “oh shit. y/n honey, it’s a ghost” he says in the most monotone voice ever.

he doesn’t really want to flaunt his tech in the videos (also he doesn’t want to accidentally blow up the place) so he usually only brings a baseball bat

which y/n is always like “okay, so on this episode of my dad is an idiot: he brought a baseball bat to fight ghosts”

peter and y/n usually take turns filming, and tony has basically mastered the deadpan stare to camera

“dad, did you hear that???? i heard something fall!!!” y/n probably said.

“that was me, babe!” peter hisses back at her from behind the camera

cue tony’s deadpan stare into the camera

when steve chaperones trips, he doesn’t really understand what y/n and peter are doing but as the designated beefy but responsible uncle, he brings his shield anyways.

honestly he’s a boogara too because he’s seen a lot of shit that doesn’t make sense to him so WHY NOT add ghosts to the list

that doesn’t mean he’s really scared of them though

he usually enters buildings first, letting y/n or peter carry his shield

he's also the type to wander around the building without telling anybody because he honestly thinks it's harmless

but in the process, he scares the shit out of y/n and peter

“y/n...where did steve go?” peter asks y/n, who’s currently behind the camera

steve then walks into the room innocently while y/n and peter lose their shit

“steve don’t do that!!!” y/n yells at him while pointing the flashlight onto his face

“do what??” he asks dumbfoundedly

episodes with steve usually end up becoming really iconic gif sets

by far the most chaotic episodes are with sam and bucky

those two have become a package deal because if either tony or steve are unavailable, y/n and peter ask either bucky or sam. but no matter who they ask, the other asks if they can come too

and because steve and tony are usually busy, bucky and sam are the most common guests

they even updated their social media bios because they go ghost hunting so much.

(bucky’s bio: avenger. plum lover. steve’s best friend. apparently, a ghost hunter.)

(sam’s bio: the funny avenger with wings. i also hunt ghouls on the side.)

bucky is shaniac because he just thinks ghosts aren’t real. plain and simple.

sam is a boogara when it comes to literally any other conspiracy theory, but a shaniac when it comes to ghosts.

but when they’re together, they collectively share one brain cell so they both get scared really easily even if they don’t believe in ghosts

whenever it’s an episode about a haunted building with sam, y/n and peter don't even bother editing out all the swears because there are so many so what’s even the point.

“fucking FUCK!! did you guys hear that fucking shit!! okay, stay fucking CALM IT’S NOT MOTHERFUCKING GHOST OKAY???” sam probably says at the sound of a door creaking

his pre and post exploration interviews are also always really funny because he is usually drinking out of a flask saying “if i die, there’s no way a ghost is going to kill me fucking sober”

bucky is generally non-vocal but makes the funniest facial reactions because he gets startled by sam’s screaming

sam overreacting because of something like the wind + bucky’s face of pure shock at his sudden outburst = perfect content fo the slow zoom in

despite sam and bucky always saying they hate ghost hunting on camera, they secretly love it and love spending time with y/n and peter

they are easily the fan favourite and the most requested guests

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker headcanon #tom holland headcanon #peter parker x stark! reader

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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made up fic title: i didn't know i was lonely (til i saw your face)

i wanna get better

Howard Stark is the world’s smartest man. Tony knows this, has read it in so many newspaper articles and interviews and magazines that he could probably cut out every single time a journalist writes it and make a new fucking wallpaper out of it.

It’s permeated every single aspect of Tony’s life. The problem is that Tony looks exactly like his father did. Everyone compares everything. How quickly he builds a weapon, how fast it can take for him to churn out an idea.

His humor is the same, way of dressing is the same, and he should be the same. The world needs another Howard Stark for the next lifetime. They don’t need a Tony Stark.

(And maybe...maybe Tony doesn’t mind that. It’s so much easier, to pretend to be somebody else and have them look at that.)

Tony doesn’t make friends. Ever. Friends are not beneficial, and it’s not like they could hang out anyways. Tony reads in books about friends who go to diners together and attend movies and skateboard, but really? He doesn’t have time for that. He has to build things and study business, and get his life all sorted out.

He is sixteen when he goes to college. He feels far too young, and the kind, warm hand of Jarvis’ smoothing out his hair makes the feeling worse.

“You will be fine, Anthony. Study hard, and who knows how quickly you’ll graduate.”

“Of course,” Tony says stiffly.

“Have fun, Tony,” Ana says, grinning. “College can be a fun time.”

It’s not supposed to be fun for him. Howard told him to focus on his studies only. His whole life would be the engineering and business buildings, and maybe he would sometimes get takeout. Maybe he wouldn’t.

Point is, this is just like everything else in his life: the goal was to be exactly like Howard. Graduate top of his class, blow the world away, and have a glass of scotch after a job well done. (Or gin, or whiskey, or hell...all three.)

Rhodey was not a factor. At all.

Tony had thought that his mother had paid extra to make sure her son had a room all to himself. Not out of a desire, no: out of necessity. Can’t have daddy’s little prodigy revealing anything.

And maybe she meant to, but he’s not going to question it. Not when he’s just been staring.

“Hey man,” the guy in the room says. The name-tag on the door says “Jim.”

“Hey,” Tony says. “Good to...sorry. I just...I wasn’t expecting anyone here.”

“Last minute decision. My room decided to burst a pipe. Technical difficulties. They say they’re gonna get it fixed as soon as possible. That a problem for you?”

There’s more to the eyebrow raise, more to the tone. Jim isn’t going to take shit, and he knows who Tony is. He saw it in how his eyes widened for a moment.

Tony likes him. He doesn’t know how it’s going to go later, but for now: Jim is a likable guy.

“Not at all.”

To get used to sharing is definitely interesting. Tony has to get used to a lot, which isn’t a bad thing, but he wasn’t expecting to have to tiptoe at three a.m. while making ramen because Rhodey has something called a “sleep schedule to maintain.”

Tony doesn’t know what the hell that is, but he doesn’t like it.

Jim plays a lot of records, which is...odd. Tony’s never really been one for records, mainly because he’s future-thinking. But the way that Jim smiles when he hears a song and tells Tony a little anecdote about his father’s dancing in the kitchen? That’s good.

So Tony buys some records, and falls in love with one band in particular: AC/DC. He can’t get enough of it.

Jim, apparently, can.

“Oh my god,” he groans, entering their dorm room. “Are you still playing that band?”

“They’re amazing, Jim-Jam,” Tony says, turning it down a bit. “Besides, I thought your bio lab lasted for another hour.”

“It was supposed to, but one of the sorority girls got too flustered with a fraternity guy and then things caught fire.”

“Boo,” Tony says, frowning. “It’s the worst when a lab catches on fire.”

Tony is not expecting Jim to invite him anywhere, take him anywhere. After all, that’s not what school is for, and Tony’s not exactly the world’s best roommate. Besides, their RA said that they didn’t have to be friends, they just had to be good roommates.

(Tony remembers this whenever he forgets to put away his ramen bowl.)

But Jim invites him to a restaurant with a couple of his buddies from ROTC.

“It’ll be fun,” he says, smiling. “Besides, you never go out.”

There’s a reason for that, although people here aren’t really “fanatical” about Tony, thank god.

The dinner turns out to be terrible, because all of the guys just want to talk about Tony’s dad.

“How did he end up getting the better reaction timing on the new pistol, the Stark 77?” A guy named Terry asks.

And Tony freezes.

That wasn’t Howard’s. That was his.

Jim must’ve seen something on his face.

“I, uh, I guess it must’ve just been something with the screw-in method during assembly,” Tony says weakly. “If you’ll excuse me, I just realized I have something to do at home.”

Howard’s been using his designs. No credit.

He spends about ten minutes on the phone. It amounts to this sentence:

“Without me, boy, you’d be nothing. Who do you think paid for school? Private tutors? Advanced textbooks? Who, yourself? Don’t be ridiculous.”

Tony’s red-faced, and the phone gets hung up, and he stares out at the sky for maybe way too long. He forgot his ID to swipe back in, and has to launch little bits of rock at what he thinks is his and Jim’s window.

Jim brings him up and sits with him on a bed.

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“No, you’re really not. Tony, you’re a terrible liar.”

And he is, really. He can lie about so many things, but family and his state of mind are a bit harder nowadays.

He gets hugged.

That’s...holy shit, that’s new. He’s not sure the last time he got hugged by someone he liked. Jarvis tended to like the shoulder-pat, and Ana...well, she loved to hug him, but it had been a while. (Maria and Howard, he was quite sure, had skipped the ‘human emotional intimacy’ section of life.)

“Your dad sucks,” Jim mutters. “Just so you know.”

“I know. I know.”

From then, they become friends. Tony is wondering if its pity. He asks Jim as such. He snorts.

“Tony, I don’t make friends out of pity. I’m not that kind of guy. If we were friends out of pity, I’d be moving out next semester.”

Tony smiles.

He learns how to do friend things. They have a sleepover complete with the greasiest pizza possible, video games, and at least one debate over Star Wars.

(It’s about whether or not the skeletal structure of Jabba the Hut holds up in truth, and how density of space affects him on different planets.)

Tony, somehow, starts calling him Rhodey. It sticks, and Jim doesn’t complain.

Rhodey’s sweaters slowly become Tony’s, and Rhodey teaches Tony all about casual affection.

Hugs before class, kisses on the forehead, and more than enough teasing to last three lifetimes or more.

Come May, everyone’s abuzz with summer plans. Tony, however, is dreading it. Rhodey lives in Virginia, and Tony lives in New York. His mother wants him to live in their summer home in California.

“Oh come on, I know that you’ll have to visit me,” Rhodey says, grinning. “Tell your mom it’s a business trip or something.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were corrupting me,” Tony says haughtily. Half his wardrobe is packed up, and he’s just waiting on Jarvis with the car.

“Of course I am, gotta train you for when you liaison with the government for army contracts.”

Tony laughs loudly.

“Ah, so true. I’ll mark it down as heir-apparent training with my dear, drastically old father.”

Rhodey nods, grinning.

Tony’s leaving a day earlier than Rhodey is.

He hopes he comes back a day earlier.

After all, you can’t wait until you see your friend again.

#howard stark is a stinky stinky man #absolutely do not vibe with him #and yes i was going to make this romantic rhodeytony but i think friendship is equally important #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #i just like how easily they can fit together and i am slowly falling more in love w this ship #thank u ava!#lovelyirony writes #tony stark #rhodey #iron man #war machine

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 4 years

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Daylight | Edward Cullen x Stark!OC

Chapter 2 | Invisible String

"You gotta step into the daylight and let it go"

Summary: Delphina Stark, to be frank, is tired. After the events of the Accords are done and half of the Avengers are now considered fugitives, she moves from bustling New York to live with her mom in Forks, Washington. Wielding a sarcastic attitude and crippling self-deprecating humor, she somehow gets wrapped up in the supernatural world.

Word Count: ~3k

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“So, how are you enjoying the school so far?” The voice on the other side of the phone trickles into Delphina’s ear. It’s honey-sweet and wrapped with a warmth that could only belong to Pepper Potts, quelling the homesickness that’s been crescendoing since she stepped on the plane. It’s lunch period and instead of sitting at one of the tables, getting claustrophobic from everyone staring at her like it’s the circus and she’s the newest act, Delphina opted to call a few people, Pepper being at the top of that list.

“Oh you know, I’ve already texted my mom on five separate occasions begging to be home schooled.” Delphina says.

“And?”

“And I received a veto all five times,” Delphina says, a small smile on her lips. Laughter trickles from the speaker into her ears, bringing a smile to Delphina’s face. She can perfectly imagine Pepper’s face right now. The way her face scrunches up, perfectly straight posture bent over slightly, and the small lines that form around her eyes when she smiles. And instead of soothing her homesickness, it ignites it, like a flickering flame being doused in oil. The easy banter and relaxed feeling another reminder of how much she misses New York.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Pepper trails off, her voice raising an octave, the statement sounding more like a question.

“Oh, I’m not concerned. When she gets home from work I’m going to ambush her with a PowerPoint presentation and everything.” Delphina says, breathing out a laugh at her own joke. “But in reality, it’s not… the worst, I guess. No one has tried to kill me yet, so there’s that.”

“That’s good, and hopefully the bare minimum for your expectations.”

“Don’t worry Peps, my standards are always low, keeps me from being disappointed in anything,” she says. Turning around and glancing at the clock, it reads 12:45, fifteen minutes until lunch ends and class begins.

“I’ve got to go, my next class starts soon. I’ll talk to you later and tell dad that my plans for overthrowing the patriarchy are currently in phase one. Love you!” she says, walking towards the cafeteria entrance, bag swinging with each step and tapping against her side.

“Will do. I love you too.” Pepper says, laughter lacing each word. And with that, the line goes silent as the call disconnects. With a sigh, Delphina pulls the phone away from her ear and back into her pocket. Opening the door, the loud talking assaults her ears, quickly overcoming the semi-peace that covers the outside like a thick wool blanket.

To her left, there’s a table of obnoxiously attractive people, and hidden in the midst of them is the guy from her Biology class. There’s three guys and two girls, all wearing nice clothes with perfectly styled hair. Matching amber eyes pin on her like a cat pouncing on a mouse, none of them so much as blinking when Delphina meets their gazes.

“Family genes are weird,” she mutters to herself, snapping her gaze away and continuing forward, towards the loudest table in the room, where Bella and all her friends sit at. But before she gets too far away, Delphina swears she hears someone chuckle from the other table. She returns her attention to them, seeing the guy from Biology smirking as he looks at Delphina, amusement dancing in his eyes. She flashes him a quick smile, taking notice of the scowl the blonde woman presents in return.

“New York, New York! How gracious of you to well… grace us with your presence.” Mike calls out upon noticing her.

“I have a name you know,” she mutters, pulling out the chair by Bella with more force than necessary.

“I know, but it’s kind of hard to remember,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck with his brows furrowed.

“It’s Delphina, Mike, not that hard.” Angela pipes up, flashing a quick grin towards Delphina, which she quickly returns.

“Whatever doesn’t matter. Back to what I was originally going to say, how you liking Forks so far?” he questions, moving from his seat across the table so he is standing by Delphina.

“It’s cold,” she grumbles, not meeting his gaze as she pulls out her phone.

“W - yeah. Look, I know we’re not big city New York --” Delphina hums in agreement. “But I’d say we’re alright.” he finishes.

“How long did you practice that one in front of the mirror?” Delphina asks after a moment, moving her eyes from her screen to meet Mike’s. He promptly begins stuttering, face heating up rapidly that longer Delphina stares at him.

“I’d say about 20 minutes, heard him in the bathroom practicing everything he was going to say,” a guy teases, moving behind Delphina like that air. She turns to see Tyler, smirking at Mike before he turns to Delphina, throwing her a wink. And as quickly as he appeared, he’s gone, Mike nearly falling out of his chair as he chases after Tyler.

“Get back here, Tyler!” he yells, nearly tripping at least a dozen times, Tyler just laughs as he runs, effortlessly avoiding Mike. “Not cool, man. Not cool!’

Delphina raises a single brow, her face void of any amusement as they run through the room, Mike screaming like a banshee and Tyler cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West.

“But I do have a question.” she turns her attention to the rest of the table, mainly focusing on Jessica, since she seems to be in the center of all the gossip. “Who are they?” she nods her head in the general direction of the group of gorgeous people. From the way Jessica’s face lights up and a giddy smile overtakes her face, Delphina knows Jessica is the right person to ask.

“Those are the Cullens. Their dad, Dr. Cullen, and his wife Esme adopted them. The two blondes are Jasper and Rosalie Hale, they’re twins. The big guy by Rosalie is Emmett. They like...a thing.” This causes Delphina to raise a brow, but she doesn’t interject. “The other girl is Alice, she’s kinda weird, her and Jasper are a thing. And then lastly there’s Edward, incredibly single and gorgeous, but apparently too good for anyone here.” she finishes, her tone bitter like espresso at that end.

“Cool,” Delphina says, nodding her head and then focusing on her phone again. “So if only two of them are blood-related, why do they all look alike?”

Jessica opens her mouth and then closes it again, like a fish fresh out of water she’s squirming from uncertainly. Before anyone else can say anything, however, Eric interrupts them, claiming the chair between Angela and Delphina.

“Hate to interrupt, but Delphina, I’ve been dying to talk to you all day. I don’t want to spend this precious time on the Cullens. As you probably already know, I’m with the school newspaper, and as the new student - no - as the new student and daughter of Tony Stark you’re the feature, which means I need dirt.” he says, looking at Delphina with puppy dog eyes and a hopeful smile.

“If you need dirt, there’s some outside,” she replies, pointing her perfectly manicured finger towards the building exit.

“You know that’s not what I meant. We can delve into whatever you want: favorite color, check; childhood trauma, also check. I mean, you were in Stark Tower when Loki attacked in 2011 weren’t you? Come on, Del, you’ve got to give me something-- anything, please!” Eric pleads, holding his hands into a prayer symbol.

“Eric, I really don’t think she wants to be on the paper,” Bella speaks up, cutting him off before he can continue talking.

“Yeah, not really my thing. Me and the press don’t get along.” Delphina mutters, checking the time.

12:56.

“What does that even mean?” Jessica asks, taking a bite out of her salad.

“It means, I spent most of my time in New York with Natasha Romanoff.” Delphina says as she shoves her phone in her pants pocket and stands up from her seat.

“Black Widow!?” Eric exclaims, eye lighting up with excitement. Delphina nods her head, grabbing her backpack, throwing its strap over her shoulder

“And if you remember, a few years ago, she told the media and news to kiss her ass. Take that as you will.” And with that she walks away from the table, a smirk on her lips.

“Oh, and it’s pink, but only in pastel,” Delphina calls behind her, long out of hearing range before anyone has a chance to reply.

o0o0o0o

The classroom is relatively empty when Delphina manages to slip in. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair and a pallid complexion is sitting at a desk, intently focusing on some papers. A few students litter the room, sitting at tables that fit two people per desk, making idle chat before the bell rings to signify the start of class. Eyes flicker immediately to the guy from her Biology class with the messy copper hair and honey eyes. He’s sat in the farthest corner, not looking at anyone as he focuses on his notebook.

Delphina approaches the teacher’s desk, gaining the woman, Mrs. Davis’ attention. She glances up at Delphina and then back to the paper in her bony fingers, and with lightning-fast speed, back up to Delphina. She clumsily stands from her chair, nearly knocking over her desk in the process. She thrusts her out towards Delphina, a nervous smile pulling at her lips that are painted with bright coral lipstick.

“You must be Delphina Stark, welcome to History II, I’m your teacher Mrs. Davis, but I think you already knew that.” she chuckles nervously. Delphina slowly takes her hand, giving it a quick shake before dropping it.

“That’s me,” she mutters, handing the teacher the paper she needs signing. She snatches the paper from her hands, Mrs. Davis vigorously signing it, handing it paper a second later

“You’ll be down there, by Edward.” with a quick nod, Delphina turns to go to her chair. She quickly reaches the desk and sits down, tossing her bag on the ground beside her. She turns to look at Edward, who is still intently focusing on his notebook.

“Looks like I can’t get away from you. Or is it the other way around?” A moment of silence passes. A small sigh leaves her mouth as she begins mindlessly scrolling through her phone, more students filtering into the room.

Ring.

The bell pierces through all the noise, indicating that class has officially begun. Delphina slides her phone into her pocket, attempting to appear interested.

“Sit down, Jeremy.” Mrs. Davis scolds one of the rowdy students in the room, a football player she’s seen hanging around school. Mrs. Davis moves from behind her desk towards the center of the room. “Today, we’ll be covering World War II, but before we jump into today’s lesson, we have a new student today.” Mrs. Davis says, pointing back towards where Delphina is sitting. “Delphina Stark.” All at once, everyone in the class turns to look at Delphina, whispering to one another as their eyes lock on her.

She offers a pathetic wave, sinking into her chair, in hopes that the floor would swallow her whole. And whatever god is out there seems to have at least a small amount of empathy, because a moment later, everyone looks back at the teacher.

“Since we are starting a new chapter, that also means a new assignment.” a few of the students groan, but Mrs. Davis pays them no mind. “Turn to the person at the table next to you, get a good look at them, because that is your partner for this coming project on World War II. This assignment counts for half of your semester grade, so I recommend you make the best with what you have. We’ll be going over the specifics tomorrow, but today turn to Chapter 23 in your book and start chatting with your partners.” Mrs. Davis says, finishing her announcement and moving back to her desk.

Delphina flips open her book to Chapter 23 and turns to Edward. His gaze is already transfixed on her, no book in front of him, just a notebook and pen.

“Mind if we share?” he asks, voice smooth like honey and as sweet as a mid summer strawberry, his lips pulling into a crooked grin.

“Oh, now he wants to talk to me.” Raising a perfectly shaped brow at him, her eyes narrow slightly. “But sure, what’s mine is… well still mine, but I’ll let you read it too.” Hand on the side of the book, she pushes it closer to him. A faint chuckle leaves his mouth, the sound like soft bells ringing in Delphina’s ears. And she hates how much she wants to hear it again, and again, and again.

“I'd like to apologize, actually, for how I acted earlier. It was rude of me to ignore you like that,” he says.

“Please, I lived in the same building as Loki at one point. I don’t think anyone could top that maniac,” she says, a sly smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. He breathes out a laugh, the quiet flick of the thin paper clashing with the melodic sound.

“But I accept your apology.”

“Didn’t he attack New York?” Edward asks, eyes solely on Delphina, paying no mind to the book they should be reading.

“Oh yeah, I swear my mom nearly killed my dad when Loki attacked Stark Towers. It was kind of funny actually.” After pausing for a moment, she opens her mouth again. “Well, after I got over the trauma of the whole building almost collapsing on top of me, of course.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he says, the grin on his face growing ever so slightly and Delphina’s heart nearly stops in that moment

‘Keep it together, you idiot.’

“You never did introduce yourself,” the teasing tone in her voice is the perfect match to the glint of mischief in her eyes. She nudges him lightly with her elbow, feeling nothing but skin that’s like cold marble and chilling to the bone.

“Apologies, I’m Edward Cullen.”

“Delphina Stark, but I’m sure you already knew that,” she says, rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh.

“There has been talk around the school.” He reflects the smirk on her face like a mirror.

“Great, love that for me so much.”

“You don’t like the attention?” he asks, the laugh in his voice betraying that he already knows the answer.

“No, despite what people think, us Starks aren’t vying for attention everywhere we go,” she mutters, glancing down at the page for a split second, if only to say she did look at their chapter.

“So why move to a town as small as Forks, where everyone is going to talk?” he asks.

Flick, another page turns, nearly tearing from the speed.

“Well, it wasn’t my first choice, but my mom lives here, so here I am.” Anxiety creeps into her system, increasing each second that Edward continues to look at her, flashes of sitting in the Compound surrounded by deafening silence overwhelming, beating against her like a baseball bat hits a ball in the Big Leagues.

“Well, let me be the first to formally welcome you to Forks.” The words are playful and light, and Delphina can’t help but lean into them, falling deeper and deeper into the haze hanging over her each time he opens his mouth. She smiles at him, pushing away the Avengers and just focusing on the sound of his laugh and the intoxicating smell of his cologne, a woody scent that feels like the best parts of nature.

“Well, you’ve already been beat there, but thank you.”

“I couldn’t help but notice that Mike Newton has taken an interest in you.” he says after a moment, containing his laughter long enough to speak smoothly. Delphina scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, wish he wouldn’t. He might be nice, or whatever, but I have a strict ‘no dating anyone that calls me a nickname based solely on where I moved from’ policy.”

“That’s oddly specific,” Edward says. Delphina just shrugs, a smirk pulling on her lips.

“But effective.”

“Don’t you want to make friends?” he asks, moving his eyes away from Delphina for a second to look around the room, the other students too engrossed in their own conversations to notice them.

“I don’t need friends, they disappoint me,” Delphina says without a moment of hesitation, quoting the iconic Vine like she’s drinking water or breathing air.

For a moment it brings her back to the Compound, before everything with Ultron happened, setting the scene for the Accords. Delphina would make obscure references to Vines or memes that were popular at the time, most of the Avengers wouldn’t understand them, Thor least of all. But he laughed at every single one anyways. Steve would shake his head and mutter something about kids these days, only giving Delphina more ammo to tease him with. As soon as the memories enter her mind, weaving through every thought until it’s all she can think about, she banishes them, refusing to fall into that melancholy.

Then, Edward laughs, not a breathy sound or a small chuckle that Delphina nearly misses, it’s not booming like Thor’s, the kind of noise you make when you don’t understand a joke. But a loud one, a genuine one that leaves his eyes looking like small crescent moons, lighting up Delphina’s dark skies. And she doesn’t think what she said is that funny, nor her wittiest line ever, but maybe it’ll become her one liner for the next lifetime, using it at every opportunity. If only to hear Edward laugh like that again.

She places her elbow on the desk, leaning her chin against it as a starry smile forms on her face, memorizing everything about this moment, the small crinkles around his eyes, the way his eyes shine, and the bright smile on his face. If only to remember back on it late at night when she inevitably has trouble sleeping.

“Should I then assume that means you wouldn’t like to be friends?”

“I can have one.”

o0o0o0o

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Becoming A Stark (8)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 2390

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: No Peter in this chapter, but he’ll be in the next few. Promise.

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

Your dad hasn’t been home in 48 hours but, according to Pepper, he somehow had time to go to MIT, spend the night at the compound and then fly to Berlin. It took less than a week for him to go back on what he had said and to be honest you were a bit passed pissed about it. Pepper had decided to order dinner for you both and had said Tony could figure something else out whenever he got home. If you were a betting woman, you bet that Pepper ordered some extra Thai food for him though. You, on the other hand, had decided to work on homework while waiting for food to arrive. But not even your English homework could hold your attention it seemed. Tony has managed to take the joy your favorite class normally brings you, because all you can think about is how pissed you are.

It also didn’t help that the tower was freezing, but you didn’t feel like telling FRIDAY to turn the temperature up. So instead you go digging through your drawers to find a sweatshirt to help warm you up. It wasn’t until you find a black one with words that really suit your mood. ‘No. I Checked My Receipts. I Don’t Buy Any Of Your Bullshit.’ Even though AC/DC’s Highway to Hell is blasting over your speakers, a knock on your door tells you that someone isn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey there kiddo.” Even his voice irritates you right now. Instead of greeting him, you turn back towards your English assignment and continue typing. “Wow, two days away and I get the cold shoulder.”

“FRIDAY turn music up by 25%.” You say, trying to block him out.

“FRIDAY, music off.” You huff at the fact that his commands override yours. But decide to play it sweet instead of sour.

“Did you need something?” You turn in your chair and paste a fake smile on your face.

“I know I was gone the past two days. I let you down. But I came and saw you before I even went looking for Pepper.”

“I don’t care.” But then you see the bruise on his face and you can’t pretend anything. “What happened to your face?”

“Ex-assassin under some brainwashing. Long story.” So he’s still going to keep things from you?

“Was this while you were in Berlin? Missing family dinner again?” You know you sound like the stereotypical teenager that you usually try to shy away from, but you can’t help it.

“I fucked up. I know. And honestly, according to people other than you I fucked up in more ways than you can count. But I’m here for tonight’s dinner. I even pushed a trip to Germany to be here for it.” Tony sits down on your bed.

“Wow, I came before Germany. Not before Berlin though.” You throw your hands outward as your head moves from side to side.

“You do come before Berlin. I was hoping to make it home before I missed another dinner because I didn’t want to disappoint you again. I’m not good at saying it, but I’m sorry. I missed you the whole time I was gone.” His eyes read your sweatshirt and then looks back at your face. “That’s at me isn’t it?”

“Kind of.” You admit. “You did say ‘I would drop anything and everything for you’ and a week later I’m having dinner by myself and then finding out that Natasha’s in building’s that are being bombed and I don’t even know where you are and I was hurt by it.”

“You’re allowed to be hurt by it. I’m trying to be better, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck up occasionally. I wasn’t in Vienna, but I’ve seen Nat and she’s fine. Saw her in Berlin earlier.”

“Don’t tell me she has one of those too.” You motion towards his eye.

“She’s fine. She’s also an ex-assassin, remember? They tend to be pretty good at fighting other ex-assassins.”

“Good.”

“Now, dinner? Last I checked you were trending downward, so it’s a perfect time for dinner.”

“Has dinner been delivered?”

“It arrived when I did. Come on.” Tony offers an arm to you and you sink into his side hug as you walk downstairs with him. Pepper smiles at the two of you as she unboxes the Thai food that had been delivered.

“You two all good now?” She asks as she sets the food on the table. You nod. “Good. Now dinner is served.” You sit down and start eating your pineapple fried rice and tofu as Pepper and Tony talk about some SI stuff.

“You know Y/N, I talked to a boy from your school today.”

“Really, why?”

“Possible intern.

“Uh, ok. Guess that makes sense. But do you even work at the lab at SI that much really?”

“He might end up being my personal intern here or at the Avenger’s Compound.”

“Really? Do I know him?”

“He knows you.” You can’t help but cock your head to the side as you take a bite of food. “Name’s Peter Parker. Talked about you quite a bit. Especially how you skipped out of class today.”

“I had a good reason. You see your family members' names in tweets with the word bomb and you would skip out of class too. I was going to call you too, but Natasha told me you weren’t there.”

“Well he told me so much about you that it makes me wonder if I need to start laying down some ground rules for you and dating.”

“Pepper, make him stop!” You plead as you use your chopsticks to scoop up more food.

“Tony.” She warns from the other side of the table.

“No, this is my little girl. I’m allowed to be protective about this aspect. Dating and evil villains are my prerogative.”

“I’m not little. I’m fourteen. I’ve already gone on my first date.” Tony chokes on the water he was drinking.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I misunderstood you, but I thought I heard you say you already went on your first date.”

“I did. I already had my first boyfriend and girlfriend too.” You wait to see a reaction from either Pepper or Tony, but nothing happens.

“No more dating until you're 25, at least. I forbid it. I don’t care who they are. No one is good enough for you!” Tony says before angrily eating his food.

“He’ll lighten up eventually.” Pepper says with a smile.

“Or he’ll have FRIDAY lock me in my room until I’m 25.” You say with an eye roll.

“Don’t give him any ideas.” Pepper teases.

“I’m not completely unreasonable. I would just lock her in the tower.” Tony teases back.

“I’ll text the Avengers to come save me.” You watch as your dad’s face grows darker. “What’s going on with the Avengers?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He says, not really answering the question.

“I can call Natasha and ask.”

“Natasha is busy and I don’t think you should bother her.” Based off of the conversation you had with her earlier today, you can guess that’s probably actually true. “Besides, don’t you want to see your old man before he leaves tomorrow?”

“Why are you leaving?”

“Official Avengers business.”

“Weren’t you just on official Avengers business?”

“Yes and sometimes the Avengers business is nonstop.” You glance over at Pepper and see a look of almost exasperation on her face. Apparently this isn’t the first time for her hearing this argument.

“When will you be back?”

“Hopefully, tomorrow night. But if not the day after at the latest.” Tony wants to promise that he’ll be back for dinner tomorrow night, but even with quinjet, he doesn’t think he can make it back in time.

You walk back into the kitchen later, not expecting to find anyone. You just want a glass of water and then you’ll head to bed. “What are you wearing?” Your dad’s voice startles you.

“What are you doing up still?”

“Shouldn’t I ask you the same thing? One of us has school tomorrow, and it’s not me.”

“I was thirsty. Came to get water.” You shrug. “What do you mean what am I wearing?” You glance down at the shorts and tank top you had thrown on to go to sleep.

“You’re Iron Man?” He questions, looking over the wording on the grey tank. You glance down and finally realize what shirt you had put on to sleep in.

“Pepper found it when we were thrifting before school started. She thought it was funny.”

“Definitely is kiddo. Now water?” He asks, already reaching in the cupboard for a glass. Stepping into his favorite role, he gets you your water and walks up the stairs with you to your room.

“You don’t have to come tuck me in. I’m fourteen.”

“Humor me.” He says, following you into your room. You set the glass on your bedside table and climb under the covers. Tony pulls them around you and tucks you in. “Goodnight kiddo. I love you.”

“Love you too Dad.” He kisses your forehead before heading towards his own room. He can’t help but smile as he thinks about you wearing something that reps him.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Pepper asks, setting down her Stark Pad.

“Well seeing as you got her the shirt, I guess you did.” Pepper’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to understand what Tony is talking about. “The Iron Man tank top? Y/N wore it to sleep in and... I just love her so much Pep.” Pepper smiles but reaches for her phone.

“You want to see something better?” She asks as she sends Tony a picture. He glances at his phone before making a double take. “Completely her idea on the pose.”

“This is the best thing ever. I have the best kid.” Tony says. He slips under the covers to lay down next to Pepper, but can’t help but look at the picture again. Fuck it. He logs onto Instagram. Caption- I have the best kid ever. Nothing else and then posts the photo after tagging you. After posting it, he flips over to your Instagram. He notices you have changed your bio to no longer show your old last name, but it doesn’t read Stark. He scrolls through some photos that you and your friends must have taken at lunch the other day as well as some pictures of some recent reads. You really plow through books fast. Maybe he should look at signing you up for one of those book subscription boxes that you get new books every month. You’d probably like that. He likes the newer photos that he hadn’t liked yet, before clicking his phone off. He pulls Pepper into his arms and lets sleep pull him under.

When you wake up the next morning, you see your notifications have blown up over night. You have hundreds of thousands of new followers on both Instagram and Twitter. There’s also a bunch of comments. What happened? You had been sitting at a few hundred followers when you went to bed, and most of them were friends or people you knew from school. So what happened after you went to sleep. You click open Instagram and look at notifications. It’s too cluttered for you to find anything. So instead you click to your profile to see if one of your book photos went viral? That’s the only thing you could think of that would do this. But then you see the notification that you’ve apparently been tagged in a photo. Flipping pages, you see that your father made the dumbest mistake yet. You grab your phone and walk towards your dad and Pepper’s room, knowing that they’re probably up but not yet out of their room. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the situation as you knock on the door.

“Come in.” Pepper calls from inside the room. As you walk in, you see her putting on jewelry, getting ready for her day at SI. Your dad is still laying in bed on the other hand. “Good morning Y/N.”

“Is it a good morning? Because someone in this family is an idiot.” You say looking at your dad.

“What did I do?” He asks, glancing up from his datapad as he keeps working with the design that he’ll need to work on when he gets back from Germany.

“You tagged me on Instagram. My private account now has a few hundred thousand followers and people have found me on Twitter too.” Pepper turns from where she stands in the mirror.

“I thought we were trying to keep her name out of the press?” She asks, looking at Tony.

“Ok, so I didn’t completely think this through. But it was so cute I couldn’t not share it.”

“That’s not the point Tony. The whole world knows who your daughter is.”

“They already did.” Tony counters.

“No they knew you had a daughter. But her name and her face were mainly out of the picture.” Pepper takes a deep breath. “Guess I know what my day will be focused on.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” Tony says pushing off from the mattress. He wants to hug both females that are upset with him but doesn’t know which to go after first. You, definitely you. “Kiddo, I just had to share with the world how much I loved you. I didn’t think what tagging you would do. I’m sorry.” He pulls you into his arms. “Forgive me?” He asks.

“Yeah I guess so. Except that now everyone knows for sure that I’m related to you.”

“I’ll up security if I have to. You’ll remain safe. I promise you that.” He says into your hair. “I do have to steal Happy from you for the next few days. He’ll take you to school today, but one of the other security people will pick you up. I’ll have Happy text you who it will be after we know for sure.”

“Fine, if you have too.” You step out of your dad’s arms. “I have to go get ready for school. Try not to expose anything else about me online while I do that ok?” You tease him.

“Cross my heart.” He promises.

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