#tony’s iron man suits would be pretty handy in these trying times

[saaatela-blog]

Tony Stark, reborn as the son of the Bat.

Getting reborn into another universe was not the most absurd thing that has ever happened to Tony Stark. It wasn’t like he was downplaying it; the event was probably up there in the Top 15 craziest things that have ever happened to him. It just wasn’t that crazy considering everything else he has been through. Weirdly his name didn’t change that much in the jump between universes. Anthony Thomas Stark was close enough to the original, that Tony didn’t really mind that much.

Born to a single mother named Selina Stark… except that was apparently not her real name but an alias. Her real name had been Selina Kyle, she apparently had a falling out with Tony’s father, only to find out later that she was pregnant and decided to raise the child in secret by herself. All because she didn’t want Tony to end up like his father or something. Selina Kyle told Tony all of this while being high off anesthetic as Tony stitched up the three bullet wounds in her stomach.

Because Tony had woken up one night to find his mother bleeding on the floor of their apartment, having been shot three times by an overzealous museum security guard while trying to burglar said museum.

At first, newly seven-year-old Tony panicked. He panicked a lot, reaching never before seen levels of panic. Shaving off a few years of his newly gotten life type of panic. But then Tony had gotten his shit together and immediately began stemming the bleeding and trauma work. The newly washed carpets of their apartment were probably not the best place to work on saving his dying mother, but Tony didn’t really have much of a choice.

Once she was somewhat stable, Tony calmed from his panic somewhat and remembered he had built a mini Iron(child?)man in the closet of his room. It came in handy as Tony had it carry his mother to her bed, as he put on a voice changer to order more medical supplies to their apartment.

Being born with O negative blood proved very useful, though being only seven years old meant that Tony couldn’t really give Selina much of a transfusion. But it would have to be enough. And thank Thor, if he even existed in this universe, it was just enough.

Creating a health monitoring system out of scratch in a few hours was probably not Tony’s best work. Most of the materials were cannibalized from the mini-Ironman suit’s bio monitor and it was a rushed panicked job as Tony wanted to do something to tell him that his new mom was going to be okay. It was only when the first data on the monitor appeared, when Tony saw the expected brain activity and pulse, did he finally come down from his panic.

Everything was fine. No, it wasn’t, but it will be. The threat was gone, he needed to think about the next steps, make a plan for what would come next. And then he broke down. Instead of thinking about the future, Tony spent the rest of the night crying by his mother’s side. Which was great. It was just fine. Yeah, just one mini breakdown was fine. So, he could get it out of the way and not break down when he actually needed to do things.

Then one of the silent alarms on the roof triggered, and Tony did what Stark men did best. He got his shit together and put on the mini-Ironman suit. It had been cannibalized for parts not a few hours earlier, and it was pretty much just extra muscle and protection at this point. But that didn’t really matter. Putting on a large sweater and cargo pants over the suit for plausible deniability in the future, since apparently secret identities were a bigger thing here than back home, Tony grabbed the shotgun he had hidden from his mother in the attic. Since apparently seven-year-olds couldn’t own any guns. Dumb but whatever.

And that’s how Tony first met Batman, by pointing a ten gauge- 775 bore shotgun (that was more of a cannon due to the armor piercing round Tony had made for it) at him. It was not a happy first meeting.

First post on here, I don't know what I'm doing. From a prompt my sister gave me. Please be nice, because I will cry if your mean.

#batman #dc universe #gotham #tony stark #Tony stark being a mess #first post

[crushed-like-an-ant]

like father, like son

Tony Stark was a good liar. It came with having to deal with press (and his father but he's not ready to unpack that just yet thank you very much) all his life. Plaster on a disarmingly charming smile, make a few jokes. No one questioned the darkness lingering in his eyes. It was easy to be what people believed you to be when it was negative. Becoming an asshole and a playboy was easy. It was harder when it was positive. Being something like a mentor. A father. Tony Stark was many things, a good man - in his mind at least - was not one of them. So when a kid from Queens rocked up in red and blue pyjamas with the crazy belief that Tony (or "Mr Stark") was a genuinely good person, Tony dismissed it. He hadn't planned on the kid worming his way into Tony's heart. He hadn't planned on wanting, needing, to be better for the kid. So the kid didn't realise just how much of a disaster Tony was. But when Tony fucked up, the kid still believed in him. Not many people had done that in Tony's life. And even a good liar like Tony wouldn't be able to tell you he didn't care about the kid. And that terrified him.

Peter Parker was not a good liar. It came with the anxiety (which was only made worse after the bite, thanks for nothing spidey sense). Plaster on an unconvincingly nervous smile, fidget awkwardly. Everyone questioned the words spilling out of his mouth. That was as Peter Parker. Spider-man was different, in Peter's mind at least. Spider-Man was everything Peter wasn't. He was everything Peter Parker could never be, could never compete with. So when someone (a genius billionaire superhero) found out his identity and came to visit him when he was Peter Parker, there was no way he would be able to lie his way out of it. He knew that. And he didn't want to. Because it was pretty frigging cool that Iron Man wanted his help. For the first time, someone knew who he was outside of the mask. Maybe Iron Man would like him for Peter, not just for Spider-Man. Of course, that didn't happen - not at first. But over time, things got easier. Lab days turned from every second week, to every week, to three times a week. Tower sleepovers were some of Peter's favourite memories. Tony was slowly becoming the third father figure Peter had had in his life. And that terrified him.

At first the idea had been for shits and giggles. Take a DNA test, it's not like anything would show up. Or at least that's what they all thought. The whole team (and Pepper) was gathered in the med bay, Bruce preparing the needles to draw blood from Tony and Peter. Peter's veins were coursing with nervous energy, legs bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down. His body was shaking like a leaf and Peter tried not to think about the sound of his thundering heartbeat. Tony was calm - outwardly at least. He had an almost bored look painted across his features, sitting perfectly still. But Peter could hear his heartbeat, racing, racing, racing. He was comforted by the fact that they were both nervous. Peter didn't exactly know why he was nervous. He just sort of was. It's not like the negative result would change anything. No, Peter wasn't worried about that. He was terrified of the other outcome. Trying to reassure himself, Peter told himself over and over in his head that it wasn't plausible. His father was Richard Parker. But what if? He'd never looked anything like his father. Everyone wondered where he got his brown eyes from - Richard's eyes being blue and Mary's being green. Tony's eyes were brown. No. He couldn't think about that. Peter struggled to keep his breathing even. Everything would be okay, he told himself. The chances of being him being Tony Stark's son were minuscule. And yet he couldn't quite get rid of that little voice that whispered in the back of his mind. What if he was? What then?

"This might prick a little," Bruce told them, nerves underlying his calm 'doctor' voice, as Peter had dubbed it. He didn't blame Bruce. Peter was pretty nervous himself. And then Peter was watching the needle slide into his skin and feeling it pierce his vein, blood filling up the vial Bruce was holding with steady hands despite Bruce's heartbeat thundering. And then the blood was collected, the needle out of Peter's arm, the skin closing before a dot of blood even had time to form. Enhanced healing factors came in handy. And Peter was watching, desperately trying to quell the shaking of his hands, as Bruce took Tony's blood, the dark red liquid filling up the vial. The dark red liquid that looked so innocent, so harmless. The dark red liquid that could change everything . Blood. An interesting thing. It held so many secrets, so many problems waiting to be diagnosed hiding in its depths, right under everyone's noses as they searched for reasons behind an ailment. Blood held all the answers, and yet it told one so little about someone. It could dictate how long they would live, or how much energy they would have and yet could not tell the courage of a person. It could not tell how their life would pan out, or who would care about them, or who would draw that blood out of one's veins and stain one's skin red. 

Peter's thought process was a mess as he determinedly thought of blood rather than the fact that Tony Stark could be his fucking father. Damn, his life would be like fucking Princess Diaries. Peter would be Mia, a poor, slightly odd, not-very-popular, shy brunette with terrible social skills (although he denied it) who was in high school and had a best friend (Lily who Peter thought was a combination of Ned and MJ) who they stuck with and had a strange handshake with. They were also tormented by a bully (Flash, in Peter's case, Lana, in Mia's (holy shit, Flash was Lana, it was perfect, Peter would never be able to talk to Flash again with a straight face)). Mr Stark would be Queen Clarisse, coming to meet Peter out of the blue and changing their life by provided a ton of money and rich people lessons. Fuck. Peter Parker was Mia Thermopolis. He was living Princess Diaries. (Peter was only slightly excited he had so many similarities to Mia)(slightly)(totally)(okay maybe a lot)

Tony had no idea what the hell Peter was thinking but goddamn it must have been a good thought at the way his the kid's eyes lit up, excitement dancing across his features. Although Peter's smile was small and nerves clung to his body, Tony felt a rush of warmth in his chest as he looked at Peter. Tony couldn't stop the nagging voice whispering in his ear, what if he's yours? He had no idea what he would do. Tony had always known it was a possibility, despite his religious use of protection, sometimes it doesn't work. He'd been pretty wild in his younger years (understatement of the century - according to Pepper and Rhodey anyway), so a child being out there somewhere was something Tony had spared a second to think about over the years. But then the thought was replaced by an exciting new idea for the Iron Man suit and Tony wouldn't entertain the thought for the next few years. He'd never given it serious attention. Looking at Peter now, Tony realised that maybe he should have. Because now there was a possibility of him being Peter's fucking father and Tony had no idea how to be a fucking parent. Especially not to a genius, superhero teenager with a shit ton of emotional baggage and trauma. Hell, Tony didn't even have a role model given Howard's shitty parenting. If it even deserved to be called that. 

So, Tony was freaking out. Understandably. Or at least, understandably to everyone but himself. He was being ridiculous, he repeated like a mantra. The chances were minuscule, he reasoned desperately. There was no way Peter was his, he lied. Tony Stark was a good liar. But not even he could fool himself this time. There was a chance. And so, as the team waited in silence for the thirteen minutes and twenty-nine seconds it took for FRIDAY to get the results, Tony attempted to push back the tidal wave of anxiety threatening to crash over him. Inhaling shakily, Tony reached forward, fingers hovering over 'get results'. He looked up and found Peter's eyes boring into his, their gazes locking. Tony could see the anxiety dancing in Peter brown eyes, ones he was sure were a mirror of his own. Peter nodded. Tony brought his hand down.

Positive. 99.8% Paternity match.

Oh god.

Shit.

Fuck.

What now? What would happen now? He was a father. Tony fucking Stark was a motherfucking father. No. It couldn't be right. Peter was his... Peter was his son. Tony had a son. A living, breathing, genius, superhero son with a shit ton of emotional baggage and trauma. He was his. Tony finally gathered the courage to look up at the team who waited in tense silence for Tony to announce the results. From the shocked expressions - eyes widening, jaws dropping - Tony knew the answer to their unspoken question was written all over his face. Peter gasped, rushing over to check the screen, hand flying to his mouth when he read the results.

Positive. 99.8% Paternity match.

What. Shock coursed through Peter's veins like ice, freezing him where he stood, StarkPad in hand. He could hear voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Familiar voices, familiar faces. But he couldn't name them. His mind was blank, every single thought about blood or Princess Diaries gone. The bold writing emblazoned across the StarkPad's screen was seared into his brain, flashing before his eyes when he closed them. There was nothing. And then it all came crashing in. Cheering, exclamations, gasping, crying, racing heartbeats, bright smiles, thudding as someone jumped up and down, light from the window as though fate was smiling. Peter's thoughts were loud, they were so loud, they were too loud. He had a father. A living, breathing, genius, superhero father with a shit ton of emotional baggage and trauma. Peter was Tony's. And Tony was Peter's. What the fuck. And suddenly someone was hugging him. Tony, Peter registered in the back of his mind as the familiar smell of oil, metal and whiskey hit his nose. His father. Peter's fucking father. Tears streamed down Peter's face as he clung to Tony, joy filling his heart. He had a dad. It was Tony Stark. The man who'd believed in him. The man who'd cared. The man who Peter cared about. They were honest to god real life biologically father and son.

And as Peter and Tony clung to each other, tears falling from their eyes and staining their cheeks, smiling so wide it hurt, they knew that nothing would really change. Because Tony had always been Peter's father. And Peter had always been Tony's son. A blood test didn't make that happen. They did. Through pain and mistakes and lab days and supersuits, their bond had become unbreakable. It would forever be unbreakable, one of a kind.

Even if now Peter was a little bit more like Mia Thermopolis.

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[americasass81]

Make Her Mine - Chapter Three

{Warning: 18+, Dark theme, Smut, Fingering, Drugging, Mild Somnophilia, Non-con, Swearing, Choking, Mention of oral, Violence, Male Masturbation, Real Persons Mentioned}

Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you.

A/N: Okay though this started out as something to keep me occupied while I was without Wi-Fi for a week and never really planned on posting it, here at chapter three I would like to thank everyone who seems to like it and hope they get the same kick out of reading it as I’ve had writing it.  Having started out with an original female character, I have decided for those reading to remove the reader's name.  As such it’s now dark!Tony Stark x Reader and I figured it was about time I posted this chapter which was written months ago.  Hope you all enjoy it.

 Word count:- 2,490

Waking the next morning well rested, you started the day by emailing Sabrina the vague outline of your plan to escape Tony as well as how Sebastian might get involved should his infatuation prove stronger than you hoped.  Titled Operation Goldfish, you figured it was a handy enough codename to quickly slip into a compromised conversation.  Once satisfied, you then ordered breakfast before heading downstairs to rebook your room for five more days.  Getting off the elevator and walking towards the reception desk, you took a sharp turn back to the seating area when you saw Tony walking through the front doors.

'Fuck.' you thought, 'what was his problem.  Was his ego really so bruised, that he was determined to track you down?'  Looking around, you quickly picked up a paper off the table and hid behind it, while you waited to see what happened next.  Noting the time it was taking him to be dealt with, you instead seized the opportunity of his distraction to make it back to the elevators unseen, and quickly returned to your room.

Running through the suite, collecting all your belongings, you were just about to text Sabrina regarding the situation when you heard a beep and the sound of the door opening.  Heart pounding and cursing that you didn't feel comfortable having Sabrina retrieve your weapons as well, you slowly walked towards the bedroom door to be greeted by the sight of Tony Stark standing in your suite.

"Well Darling, have you any idea all the bother you've caused me.  Now I hope you're not planning on going anywhere after I gave clear instructions as to what was expected of you."

"How the fuck did you get in here and why are you doing this?  Is your ego really that fragile?" you asked, while quickly trying to assess how you were going to get out of this.

No sooner were the words out of your mouth however, when you found his hand around your throat as your body hit the jam of the door.  "You'll find being Tony Stark I can pretty much buy my way in anywhere.  Now listen to me very carefully, the money you're using to hide from me was earned in my employ.  That means Darling, that I own your pretty little ass."

Trying to hit him with one hand while using the other to pry his off your throat, he released you and you slumped to the floor, gasping for air as tears leaked from your eyes.  Glaring at him, your temper flared and you couldn't hold your tongue.  "So what, you think you're entitled to do whatever you want with anyone who works for you?  That is seriously fucked up and illegal on so many levels."

"Oh no, Y/N, not anyone." he purred, helping you up while forcing you to look at him as his fingers caressed your chin.  "Just you.  There's something about the way you think you're too good for me, that makes me want to see you kneeling naked before me while choking on my cock."

Disgusted at his words and brimming with fear and anger, your knee came up to connect with his family jewels as you reached your hand around the wall and pulling a floor lamp towards you, brought it down on him.  Though all this only stunned him, it gave you enough of an opening to hit him again, before reaching for your getaway bag and running from the room.

Not looking back to see if he was following you, you forgot the lift and started down the stairs as fast as you could.  Reaching the street, you made it two blocks before you felt a sharp prick in your neck.  Slowly slumping forward, you weren't conscious as iron arms wrapped around your chest and a booming voice told passersby that everything was under control.  Taking you to an Avengers controlled facility because of the publicity surrounding your episode, the next phase of his plan was to extricate you from those determined to keep you from him. 

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Having received the unexpected call from Tony Stark, it didn't take long for Sabrina to show up at the facility with Sebastian and two of his goons in tow.  Being greeted by a kindly nurse, they were allowed to see you for a few minutes before being ushered into one of the unused offices where Tony sat waiting.

Closing the door behind him, Sebastian had to hold his wife back as she lunged at Tony.  "What did you do to her, you sick fuck?  I swear, if anything happens to her the full might of the New York Mob will tear you and your costumed freaks to ribbons."

"Firecracker, calm down.  At least let the man explain."  Sebastian coaxed, quickly glancing at Tony.

"Fine." she said, sitting in the nearest vacant chair while keeping her eyes fixed on Tony, as Sebastian took the seat next to her.

"Well it's good to see you have some control over your woman, but I wonder Mr. Stan, does she actually speak for you."

"Mr. Stark, please don't interpret my love for my wife as a sign of weakness.  While she may not speak for me on Mob business, where Y/N is concerned we act as one."

"Fair enough.  I was on my way back from a routine rescue when F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted me to a pedestrian in distress.  I reached her before she could hit the ground and only discovered it was Miss Y/L/N when I saw her face.  I then brought her here and immediately called you, of course." he said, turning his gaze on Sabrina.

"And what exactly is wrong with her?  The nurse Charlie wasn’t exactly forthcoming with information." Sebastian stated, reaching out to take his wife's hand.

"That I'm afraid is a question I don't yet have the answer to.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. is running every conceivable test, but if nothing comes up, we may just have to accept it's something else and simply let it run its course."

"Something else?  As in stress related?" Sabrina snapped, glaring daggers at him.  "I wonder what could possibly have stressed her out that much?"

"Yes Mrs. Stan, I'll admit it, I didn't handle her rejection of me very well.  But I've since gotten over it.  Which is why I now intend to make sure she gets the best medical care my resources can provide."

"Mr. Stark," Sebastian interrupted.

"Tony, please." he stated, turning to face the mob boss once again.

"Tony.  Given the issues these past couple of days have thrown up between you and Y/N, surely you can understand our concern.  I don't think my wife and I are very comfortable with this arrangement."

"I totally understand your reservations, but as a Stark Industries employee she is also covered under the company's medical insurance, which means I can insist on the best possible treatment available anywhere.  I will of course be more than happy to keep you updated on her condition.  Now perhaps we can leave it there for today?  I have your number."

"Sebastian, we can't just leave her here with this arrogant douchebag.  This is exactly the opportunity he's been waiting for." Sabrina explained, locking eyes with her husband.

"Sabrina, sweetheart, his concern seems genuine and he should be made pay for her care.  She'll be okay."  Turning back to Tony, he looked him over once, before he spoke again, "Remember what my wife told you, Stark.  In the meantime, I'll expect regular updates." he stressed, rising from the chair and taking his wife's hand to lead her from the room.  Left alone with you incapitated down the hall, Tony couldn't hide the satisfaction he felt, knowing he finally had you in his grasp. 

Suspecting that your friends didn't believe a word he said, Tony walked down the hall to your room where he couldn't help but gaze on your sleeping form.  Though the sedative he'd hit you with should give him until tomorrow to get you moved to his secret location, part of him was disappointed that it had come to this.  He had hoped when you left his office you would do as he asked, but it seemed you weren't as meek as you pretended to be.  Still, he did love a challenge and he would enjoy breaking you.

Leaving you temporarily to deal with the paper trail and the nurse, he returned quickly and went about removing what medical equipment had been hooked up to lend some reality to the scene.  Next, pulling back the sheets, he frowned at the hideous workout gear you still wore but couldn't help himself as his hand made its way up the inside of your thigh.  Though he knew he wanted you awake for all he had planned, he told himself he simply wanted to see how effective the drug was at keeping you sedated.

Reaching your waist, he gently eased down your leggings before running his hand along your panty covered folds.  Moving his hand up and down a few times, he brought his fingers to his mouth and coated them in his saliva before shoving your panties aside to feel your flesh against his hand.  Slowly gliding up and down your folds, he moved up every now and then to circle your clit before he poked your entrance with a finger.  Moving it gently in and out, he was surprised by the small amount of moisture this single digit was producing.  Deciding to experiment further, he slipped in a second finger and was rewarded with a tightness that wasn't there the first time.  Pumping his digits harder and faster into your pussy, he marveled at how well the drug was working, while still allowing your body to slick up his fingers.

Hearing movement out in the hall, he quickly removed his fingers, replaced your clothes and licked your juices off his digits before pulling the sheets back up.  Bending down to softly kiss your lips, he pulled back before whispering "soon darling, you'll feel more than my fingers and you'll never be empty ever again."  Then when a dead quiet once again fell over the place, he released his armor, eased you out the window and gently flew you to the secluded spot where his car was waiting.  Placing you on the seat and securing your belt, he swept the hair back from your face before shedding his armor, getting behind the wheel and driving off to your new home.

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Pulling into the secluded, underground hideout, he thanked all the gods above that no one knew of its existence or its connection to him.  Housing a garage, living quarters and state of the art lab, he knew it would be the perfect place to hide you until you finally accepted him.  Taking you gently from the car and depositing you in your room, he still had things he needed to do before you woke up.

Removing your leggings and panties, he hurried to your bathroom to clean you up after his earlier exploration, before slipping into his room to retrieve a pair of boxers.  Left to him, you wouldn't need clothes any time soon, but he figured after the hotel you might not take too kindly to waking up naked.  As a compromise, the drug should afford him time to wash your lower garments and return them before you knew anything was amiss.

Heading to his room to shower, his mind wondered how you would react when you regained consciousness.  Oh he could easily have tied you to the bed already and after the hotel maybe he should, but where was the fun in that?  The contrast between the meek 'Mr. Stark' spouting you in his office and the fiery you that had evaded him and attacked him in the hotel suite excited him more than any woman had in years.  He couldn't wait to see which you would open your eyes or what it would take to tip you in either direction.

So consumed was he by you that it took him awhile to realize his hand had strayed to his throbbing erection.  Continuing to pump his hand up and down while thinking of your tight, warm and wet walls squeezing him like a vice, his mind wandered back to his fingers buried in your pussy and working himself harder he came with a groan, his cum coating his hand.  Looking down at his release, he quickly washed up, exited the shower and changed his clothes before making a bite to eat.

Once fed, he headed back to check on you, to find you just as he left you.  Though fairly certain about the timeframe of the sedative, he thought it best not to dally and headed off to his lab to set up a cover that would hopefully keep your mob friends off his back.

His first act was to wire money to associates in Europe to make it look like his private jet had landed with himself, you and the nurse Charlie aboard.  Next was the setting up of a false trail that currently had you under the care of the best doctors in Denmark, no way he figured would your meddlesome friends travel there.  Then he fished your phone out of your getaway bag, while marveling at the amount of cash you had stashed away.  He knew he paid his employees well, but the ingenuity of someone your age to even think of something like this both amazed him and made him wonder why you did it in the first place.  But that was a mystery which could wait.

Unlocking your phone, a pathetically simple task he noted, he quickly cloned the whole thing and then, placing it back with your cash and passport, hid the bag in the lab's secret safe.  Once done with that, his next task involved combing through every voicemail you had in order to synthesize your speech pattern should he have a need for it at some point.  He also contemplated freezing your accounts, but figured that might raise some red flags.  When all that was done, he then redirected his business calls, thus making the whole thing look legitimate before instructing his A.I. V.I.R.G.I.L. to shut down most of the building.

Satisfied that his efforts were enough, he returned to your room with your freshly washed clothes and redressed you before settling on the couch to spend some time watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest.  Knowing it would be a while before he got to see you this peaceful again, he savored every minute until his eyes started to close and so rising, he kissed your forehead before reluctantly returning to his own room.  Laying down, he drifted off to sleep, wondering what the days ahead held in store.

Tagging:- @nsfwsebbie , @hoseokchild , @malloryharris , @ironlady1993 , @floatingdaisy7 , @taintedgenre , sorry if I missed anyone.

#dark!tony stark x reader

[theyre-just-blocks]

Sam and Tony parallels.

This is strictly for my own enjoyment seeing as Tony Stark and Awesamdude are probably my favorite comfort characters (even though both of them cause me a lot of pain).

But anyways, I’ve seen a handful of people draw the parallels between the two characters (Even Tommy saw it, bless you Tommy) and I just want to put my own ideas out there on how these two are pretty similar.

Again, this is about c!Sam, not Sam the CC.

First off, both of them could be considered to be mechanics. They both are pretty handy when it comes to machines and both of them are often described as being rather intelligent when it comes to machines. I think this is the most obvious similarity between the two of them is their abilities with machines and big brains.

I think the next obvious thing is that both of them become father figures to someone who really needs it. Tony to Peter and Sam to Tommy. Both Tommy and Peter needed that mentor, father-type figure in their lives and got Tony and Sam in return. Both of them strived to be the best for their kid and both of them lost their kid at one point, only to get the back and then lose them again. Sam lot Tommy in the prison to Dream like Tony lost Peter on Titan to Thanos, and then when both came back, Tony died and Sam became dead to Tommy.

Then you’ve got Tony’s suits/AIs and Sam Nook. Both of these things were created to benefit someone (Tony’s suits/AI helped him and Sam Nook helped Tommy) and are both impressive works of machinery made by both of them respectfully.

Oh, and let’s not forget that the two have similar fears/traumas. While the situation in which they earned these fears and traumas are different, both of their anxieties are essentially pretty similar. Sam gets his trauma from the Egg, Tommy’s death, and Dream himself, while Tony’s came from the cave he was held hostage in, flying into the portal from the Battle of New York, and the vision of seeing all his friends dead in AoU. As a result of these events, both of them turn to busying themselves with projects that they believe will protect themselves and or others. Tony makes a bunch of suits to protect himself (IM 3) and Sam turns to prioritizing keeping Dream in the prison above all else.

As a result of their insecurities and trauma, they made things that they thought would protect the people they loved and cared for, but ultimately it didn’t work out the way that they wanted it to. Tony had Ultron, a program he hoped to use to protect from future alien attacks and Sam has Pandora’s Vault to keep the biggest villain on the server in captivity. Ultron corrupted and nearly destroyed life on planet earth as we know it and Sam got corrupted by the prison to the point where he’s lost sense of what’s morally right and wrong.

Basically, both of them have somehwhat unhealthy coping mechanism where they preoccupy themselves with work to ignore what's going on in their life, so much so that they push everyone who's trying to help away and end up making things worse for themselves since they end up forgetting to worry about themselves once in a while. Both of them need some self care,,

Their projects also ruined their love life (granted Tony was able to recover his afterward). Pepper got annoyed with how much time Tony was spending with the suits, making them and whatnot, to the point where Tony had to choose between her and the suits (IM 3). Ponk got killed, tortured, and his arm chopped off because of all the time that Sam was spending in the prison, thus ruining their relationship. (Not to mention, Tony calls Pepper ‘Pep’ and Sam calls Ponk ‘Ponkie’)

I think both of them can also be seen as Lawful Good. Doing whatever they can legally to make sure that things go well. We see it in Captain America: Civil War when Tony wants to side with the government and create the Sokovia Accords, guilty about all the damage he has caused to the world due to Ultron and his company prior to becoming Iron Man. Then we see it with Sam dedicating himself to the role as “The Warden” and keeping justice and law in order on the server to any means necessary.

Aside from actions and events, both of them also have somewhat of a similar personality as well, though one could argue that this isn’t the case. However, like Tony, Sam cares deeply about those he loves and feels the need to protect them at all costs. Tony’s greatest fear (revealed by Wanda’s mind tricks in AoU) was losing his friends and it could be argued that that’s the same with Sam. In his case, the Egg would be Wanda, putting thoughts into his head that he is unable to protect those he loves.

They’ve also got quite the ego. Though I can see why one would think that Sam doesn’t really have one, I can assure you that he does. It’s even on the wiki as his biggest weakness (or it was before he started to corrupt and spiral). Though maybe Tony is more sassy and cocky than Sam is, both of them have an ego and it’s somewhat of a hubris to them. If anything, their ego makes it harder for them to share burdens, making them think that they should be the only one to carry burdens and protect everyone else instead of looking after themselves every once in a while.

Oh, also they’re the characters that tend to get a lot of dislike/hate for certain actions. Granted, Sam’s most recent actions don’t have any reason to be defended (torture and cutting off your bf’s arm? I don’t think so.) but before that, at the start of the prison arc, there were several people who didn’t like his character because they believed that Dream shouldn’t have been treated the way they thought he was being treated. Because to them, Sam was torturing Dream, when in fact, that wasn’t the case until Quackity. Tony also got a lot of shit, being blamed for just about anything, with most Marvel villains becoming villains because Tony had wronged them in some minor way (Looking at you, Mysterio). If anything, I think Sam is what people who hate Tony think that Tony is. Some cold-hearted bastard who loves money and could care less about people. And that’s totally not the case.

Also, both of them are perfectionists with an eye for aesthetic and design. Sam spends a lot of time on his projects making things look nice and Tony likes to look nice as well (Come on, his three-piece suit in CA:CW? Man’s got style).

And I guess another obvious connection that I should’ve mentioned before was both of them being super rich. Granted, Tony is rich in the real world sense, being a billionaire and all while Sam is more ‘Minecraft rich’ with all the materials and tridents that he has, but they’re both rich and that’s what counts (Capitalism, y’know).

Stark Industries and Awesamdude Construction. Or at least, both of them are in charge of some kind of industry, Tony weapons manufacturing, Sam sever builds. So in a way, both of them are business men who know how to handle companies.

Last but not least, both of them have fat asses. (CANONICALLY SAM HAS A DUMPY DO NOT COME FOR ME)

Anyways, in short, my favorite kind of character is a traumatized smart father-figure and I can’t wait till the next similarity I have to add to these two is that they both have died.

Aha, that was a joke, but Sam really needs a break.

#dream smp #mcyt #awesamdude #c!awesamdude #tony stark #this was just an excuse to talk about my two favorite characters

[hailing-stars]

next time we’re going bowling 

summary

“Do you think if the vampires suck my blood they’ll turn into spider-vampires?” Peter asks them.

Bucky narrows his eyes and tilts his head at him.

Sam grimaces, then shakes his head. “Now we are. Do us a favor and don’t get bit by one.”

The cage returns to silence, and Peter becomes more fidgety, more anxious to avoid overhearing anymore of the vampire dinner party happening up above. He tries not to let his mind drift to the unlikely hood of his plan not working, and that if it doesn’t, two of them will end up as appetizers.  

“Seriously, guys,” says Peter. “If they turn me and I end up biting your neck, you have full permission to stab with a stake and light my body on fire.”

OR 

It’s Peter, Sam and Bucky VS a bunch of vampires.

read on ao3 or after the undercut!!

It isn’t the worst cage Peter’s ever been locked in. Actually, it’s kind of nice. A little doom and gloom, not much lighting, but he’s relaxed, with his back propped up against the black brick wall behind him and his legs kicked out in front of him.

That’s the mark of a good detainment, he decides, leg room.

Even if his company doesn’t appreciate their mission, and current situation for what it is, quality bonding time, Peter doesn’t care. He’s determined to make the best of it.

Bucky sits in the corner, half his back against the unbreakable bars (he spent the first thirty minutes of their imprisonment trying to snap them in half with his metal arm) and half against the bricks. Sam’s sitting next to the door, occasionally glancing at the hinges, and trying to work out a way to trick it into opening.

Their sulky silence is getting old, and Peter begins tapping his fingers against the concrete floor. Without any noise to focus on his extra sensitive hearing branches out in all different angles. He can hear the leaky pipes, the rotting wood of the ancient building they’re stuck underneath, and the monsters upstairs, clinking together wine glasses filled with blood.

“Do you think if the vampires suck my blood they’ll turn into spider-vampires?” Peter asks them.

Bucky narrows his eyes and tilts his head at him.

Sam grimaces, then shakes his head. “Now we are. Do us a favor and don’t get bit by one.”

The cage returns to silence, and Peter becomes more fidgety, more anxious to avoid overhearing anymore of the vampire dinner party happening up above. He tries not to let his mind drift to the unlikely hood of his plan not working, and that if it doesn’t, two of them will end up as appetizers.  

“Seriously, guys,” says Peter. “If they turn me and I end up biting your neck, you have full permission to stab with a stake and light my body on fire.”

“I’m already considering that, actually, just to shut you up,” says Sam.

“Hang on,” Bucky pipes in. “How do you know they’re gonna pick you?”

“Well it’s obvious isn’t it,” says Peter, without blinking. “Vladdy said they’ll kill two of us and turn one, and I’m the most capable vampire candidate.”

“How’s that?” Bucky presses more, seeming, almost, slightly offended.

“I’m youngest, the strongest, half-spider. It’s a no-brainer.”

“I’m more menacing. And the strongest part is debatable.”

“But you’re pretty old, no offense,” Peter points out. “And you’ve become way less murdery over the years, so I’m still thinking they’ll pick me.”

“Will you two can it?” Sam stands up and grips the handle of the cell door. “They’re not picking any one of us because we’re getting out of here. Stop arguing about nonsense and help me think of a plan.”

“Already got a plan,” says Peter, with a shrug.

Bucky and Sam glare at him.

“Look all we gotta do is get Bucky to hit them with his silver arm, and poof, vampire problem is solved.”

“Peter,” says Sam, after a long pause and a long breath. “It’s werewolves that don’t like silver. And Bucky’s arm is metal, it’s not made out from silver.”

“Same difference, same color. Besides vampires and werewolves are like the same thing? They both have pointy teeth and like to eat people, so what’s the difference, really?”

“I guess now we know why Bella had just a hard time picking between Edward and Jacob,” says Bucky, leaning his head back against the bars. Sam and Peter stare at him. “What? The Tower gets boring sometimes and Scott lets me borrow his books.”

Before Peter could point out that it was always obvious Bella was going to choose Edward, the door at the top of the basement door creaks open. They all fall silent as the vampire, wearing a black suit and a velvet cape descends the stairs. His pale skin made him glow, almost, even in the darkness of the room.

Peter takes a deep breath and stands. “Hey, Count Chocula, mind letting us out of here? Didn’t anyone ever tell you? It’s rude to keep your guests waiting.”

The vampire doesn’t respond. Instead he continues to approach the cage, walking so graceful for a few seconds Peter thinks he’s gliding. When he gets to the bars of the cage, Peter steps up next to Sam.

He knows he has to be fast, and he is. With one fluid moment, he takes the small, but sharp, wooden stake out of his pocket and stabs it through the heart of the vampire on the other side of the cage. Vladdy falls to his knees, red eyes filled with pain, and Peter takes a step backwards and down on his knees, too.

“Quick!! Before you die, which one of us was gonna be turned vampire?”

He opens his mouth to answer but falls flat on the concrete before he can reply.

“Damnit. Whatever. He was gonna say me.”

Sam punches him on the arm. “Did you have that this entire time?”

“Yes,” says Peter. He shrugs. “We were vampire hunting. I had to have supplies.”

“Might’ve been nice to mention it, Pete.”

“We were bonding.” It’s his only defense, and the truth. He can handle vampires on his own, but why do that when he can also invite Sam and Bucky? “Besides I didn’t think we’d need it. It was my backup plan.”

For the third time the cage falls silent. Sam glares at him, while Bucky searches the dead vampire corpse and finds the key to their cage. He unlocks it and they spill out into freedom, the three of the looking around the dark basement, then finally up the stairs, the only way down of the coven’s house.

“Gotta anymore supplies?” asks Sam.

With a grin, Peter pulls three small gold and red Iron Man water guns from his pocket. “They have Holy Water inside. There’s this lawyer I know in Hell’s Kitchen. He knows a few priests.”

Sam and Bucky each take a water gun from Peter.

“They just had to be Iron Man…” Bucky’s voice trails off as the shadow of more vampires appear in the doorway at the top of the creaky, wooden stairs.

“I’m borrowing them from Morgan.”

“Of course.”

What happens next is the highlight of Peter’s week. It’s a water gun fight, except he’s shooting actual vampires and watching them crumple to the ground, scream, and be wiped from existence. He’s doing pretty good, too, until he’s out of water gun and gets cornered by one he hadn’t seen coming.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” he repeats, voice getting higher, as his back hits the wall. He puts his arms up to protect himself, bracing for a bite that would bring about the reality of spider-vampires, but it never comes.

Instead, he hears more screaming, and when he looks, he sees the strangest sight since he walked in on Tony brushing Gerald’s fur. It’s the vampire, biting down on Bucky’s arm, and wringing in pain as Bucky pushes it off, its teeth remaining in his arm, pulled straight from the vampire’s mouth.

Sam is quick to put the creature out of its misery with a few sprays from the water gun.

And that’s it. They’re done. They’re three Avengers standing in a basement with a dead coven laying at their feet.

“That was… so awesome!” says Peter. He takes a step closer, and examines the teeth stuck in Bucky’s arm. “I knew your prosthetic would come in handy.” He looks at Sam. “See? My plan worked.”

“Barely.”

Together they do the last part of their job. They get a gallon of gasoline, pour it over the house, and light a match. Sam drops it in the basement where all the bodies lay, and they sprint from the house and watch from the yard as it begins to burn.

“That was fun,” Peter decides out loud. “We gotta hung out again sometime.”

Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. “Next time we’re going bowling.”

Bucky’s too preoccupied trying to remove the teeth that are still lodged in his arm to offer anything meaningful to their conversation.  

“By bowling do you mean- “

“-actual bowling,” says Sam. “No vampires. No aliens. No freaky giant lizards.”

“Oh,” says Peter, deflating at first, but then after thinking about, “That sounds nice, actually.”

“I think I’m gonna need Stark to build me another arm,” mutters Bucky.

Sam whistles his agreement, and they turn their attention upward again, where the house, along with the monsters inside, are burning to the ground.  

#my fic #Peter parker #sam wilson #bucky barnes #vampires #whumptober day four #caged

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The Webs We Weave: Chapter 30

Start From The Beginning

"You realize you've got the entirety of the Avengers and the vigilantes of New York looking for you?" Peter sneered."Oh, I'm fully aware that all your little friends are looking for Osborn." The man smirked.Suddenly, it hit.Fisk! Wilson Fisk! The rising 'star' from Hell's Kitchen. Start From The Beginning

Fisk?

Tony looked at the large man smirking at Peter.

Fisk. Where had he heard that name before?

"I truly hope your worth the time to me. I wouldn't mind getting rid of you as well, but I promised Osborn I'd leave your fate to him as payment."

"You realize you've got the entirety of the Avengers and the vigilantes of New York looking for you?" Peter sneered.

"Oh, I'm fully aware that all your little friends are looking for Osborn." The man smirked.

Suddenly, it hit.

Fisk! Wilson Fisk! The rising 'star' from Hell's Kitchen.

Tony had never really paid the man any attention as his business was pretty exclusive to Hell's Kitchen and improving it. He was technically small time to Tony, but did have promise if he decided to start expanding, which Tony had assumed he would.

Still, what business did Wilson Fisk had with Dea-

Tony froze.

How could he be that stupid?

Peter wasn't a bait for Deadpool.......he was a bait for Daredevil.

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Harley followed silently behind Wade and Daredevil. His head was spinning with the new revelations.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

The cute guy he had been desperately trying to win over was the same man he had been feuding with.

What a mess.

He glared at the back of Wade Wilson's head. Perhaps, if he had gotten to know Spider-Man and Peter before the mercenary, things would be different. Maybe if he had actually taken time to better figure out the story between Peter and Tony, things might be different.

Not that he was sure he wanted to know the story between Tony and Peter.

When it was just Spider-Man, with his attitude, it had been easy for Harley to hate him. Knowing now that it was Peter, and having spent a little time with him, Harley couldn't stop the nagging feeling that maybe Tony wasn't at innocent as he thought.

Still, Harley respected Tony. He looked up to the man and really couldn't find it in himself to believe that anything he uncovered between Tony and Peter would change those feelings.

Because it was obvious Peter didn't want it to.

He could have ousted Tony for whatever had happened, but he didn't. So either the problem wasn't all Tony, or Peter was really just that intent of keeping it between the two of them.

He had to respect Peter for it.

Anyone else might have jumped at the chance to get people on their side, but not Peter. Sure, he obviously had his vigilante friends and family, but it was also clear that they trusted Peter and left the choice up to him. Whatever he decided, whether they liked it or not, they respected it.

"You keeping up back there, brat." Wade tossed over his shoulder.

"Don't push your luck, mercenary." Harley sneered. "I'm only working with you for Peter's sake."

"Don't tell me you still think you have a chance with him!" Wade growled.

"Shut it! Both of you!" Matt hissed. "I don't have the patience to hear you argue."

Both men closed their mouths as Matt seethed next to them. Wade imagined he could see the ground smoking under the man's feet.

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"There's no way all these tunnels will lead to where we need to be." Natasha frowned. "Spider-Man and Tony are gone. We're not all going to end up in the same place."

"We've been walking a while." Clint replied. "Even if we turn back and take the tunnel they did, there's no way we'd catch up to them."

"Then maybe we need to be thinking outside the box." Natasha said, stopping.

"What are you thinking?"

"Maybe these tunnels aren't as clean cut as they look. I mean, if I had an elaborate system of moving goods, I'd also have contingency plans."

"You think the tunnels all connect?" Clint asked, looking around.

"I think it's worth keeping an eye out for possible side routes, or even the ceiling."

"Well then," Clint grinned. "Let's put these spy skills to use."

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"Keep an eye out for side or even top exits from the tunnels."

Clint's voice came through the comms.

Felicia looked over at Bucky as he stopped and looked around. They didn't notice anything where they were, but that didn't mean they wouldn't come across one, or more, if they kept going.

"I hate to tell you big guy," Felicia smirked. "But I can promise you my eyesight is better in dark and dim light than yours."

Bucky raised an eyebrow and Felicia turned, making her way further down the tunnel.

"Enhancement?"

"Night vision."

Bucky stopped as she threw a saucy wink over her shoulder.

"Trust me, it comes in handy.......at the most interesting of times."

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"So, he goes through all this trouble of capturing us in the room......and never considered the strength of the actual walls?" Luke groaned, running his hand down his face as Jessica punched at the steadily crumbling wall.

"A few more well placed hits and we'll have a hole we can get through." Jessica grinned.

"Get to it Cage. Danny and I aren't gonna do it all."

Luke smirked, cracking his knuckles and throwing a punch. The walls cracked and crumbled sheet rock busted away.

"Looking good. I think you and Rand can handle it from here." Jessica smirked, settling herself against the opposite wall and watching.

"Chop chop boys."

"Well, you heard the lady." Danny shrugged.

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Frank Castle didn't do subtle.

Kicking the door in, he stepped into the dark inside of Fisk Tower. He hated crooked business dealers.

He hated them even more when they went after people he actually liked.

Picking up his duffle, Frank strolled down the long corridors, ignoring the cameras "hidden" in corners. So what if anyone knew he was coming, it wasn't like he had a problem playing dirty.

"Big shot billionaires." Frank scoffed. "They're either disgustingly crooked, or arrogantly obnoxious. Now, if I was an insane, serum high piece of shit, where would I hide?"

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Tony watched as Fisk circled Peter, analyzing him.

"I wonder just how old you are, Spider-Man. You've been under the red menace's watch for some time now. Long enough to make you the perfect bait for luring him to me."

"I hate to tell you, Fisky, but Daredevil isn't coming. He's not that stupid."

Tony could hear Peter's smirk behind his mask.

Fisk chuckled as shook his head.

"I think you and I both know that's a lie. In fact, I look for him to show up very soon. We already have a few of your little friends locked away."

Peter tensed.

Tony frowned. He knew it couldn't be any of the Avengers, which only left the vigilantes Peter was always with.

So much for backup.

"Boss!"

Norman and Fisk looked up as a bloody guard stepped into the room. His right arm hung loosely at his side and his left leg left a trail of blood behind it.

"We....we have a pro-"

A bullet through the man's skull ended his warning.

"Good. I haven't missed any fun."

Peter gasped under the mask as Frank Castle, bloody and grinning madly, strolled into the room.

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"Who the hell hires all these guys?" Danny shouted, punching a guard in the face.

"You're telling me you don't have a mass of evil underlings, Rand?" Jessica cackled, slamming another into the wall.

"I don't need underlings. I run a respectable business!"

"If you have employees, you have underlings!" Luke huffed, throwing a larger man into an oncoming group.

"Whatever, let's just move. We gotta find Osborn be-"

A vent falling out the ceiling stopped the group as two people dropped down.

"Starting without us?" Clint grinned.

"We hate missing all the fun." Natasha smirked.

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Matt stopped, an odd sound ringing in his ears. Holding out his hand, he stopped Harley from following behind Wade, just in time to watch the mercenary go flying into one wall as a hole was knocked into the other.

"Holy shit!" Harley yelled, immediately encased in the Iron Lad armor.

"Matt!"

Harley watched in shock as the platinum blonde woman and Bucky Barnes stepped into the tunnel.

"Felicia. I want to be surprised, but I'm not." Matt said with a small, but relieved smile as she wrapped herself around him in a hug.

"We have to find him, Matty." she whispered.

Matt didn't reply. There wasn't a need to.

"Where's Wilson?" Bucky asked, looking around.

"Over here under the rubble, you Sebastian Stan wanna be lookin' asshole!"

Bucky rolled his eyes, walking over and pulling the grumbling mercenary out of the rubble.

"It's not like anyone could do any more damage to that head of yours."

"I'll have you know, Petey likes my head just the way it is."

"I never said the kid had good taste."

Wade gasped as Bucky turned and walked back to where Felicia and Matt were talking.

"Lose the suit kid." Bucky grunted, passing by the still suited up Harley.

Harley glared at his back as the suit retracked.

"Let's get moving." Matt instructed. "Peter and Stark were taken in this tunnel, I'm not deviating from it."

The group nodded, moving forward.

They walked for a while before coming to a dead end.

"Are you kidding me?" Harley huffed. "No way this tunnel just ends like this."

"For once, I agree with the brat." Wade grumbled, looking around.

"Because he's right." Matt said, moving back and forth along the wall. "I can hear air hissing through the cracks."

"Are you seriously telling me there is a secret door to and out of this tunnel?" Wade asked excitedly.

"Are you seriously telling me your getting excited over something this stupid when Peter and Tony are missing?" Harley glared.

Wade ignored him, instead choosing to study the area.

Harley looked over as Felicia put her hand on his shoulder.

"Trust me, he's worried, humor is just a defense. Besides, Peter would most likely be the same way."

"Think I found the key." Bucky said, drawing everyone's attention as he pushed into a few bricks, noting the slight give.

"Suit up, kid." Matt tossed over his shoulder to Harley. "We don't know what's on the other side."

Harley felt the nanites run over him, sealing him inside his armor.

As Bucky pushed fully on the trigger, the wall began to slide to the side. Wade clapped in delight at the absolute cheesy evil villainy of the event.

As soon as the door completely opened, the sound of gunshots rang out in the area.

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Peter watched as Frank fell to the floor as a group of men ran into the room, tackling him to the ground.

"It seems as though you didn't do as through of a job of dispatching my men as you thought, Mr. Castle." Fisk smirked, his smug expression only serving to infuriate Frank more than being caught off guard.

"Perhaps your lack of proper planning should be reconsidered."

"Of let it be the perfect distraction."

Peter broke out into a grin as Jessica Jones flew into the room, a flurry of excited punches and kicks as Luke, Danny and, surprisingly, Natasha and Clint, followed behind her.

"Osborn!" Fisk growled, "I thought you said they were secure!"

"You started without us!"

Tony's eyes widened as Wade Wilson rolled into the room, guns firing. Harley flew in behind him, repulsors blasting the equipment in the room.

More guards flooded the space, trapping Bucky and Felicia right outside the door they came through in combat.

Norman growled, rushing over to a side table and picking up a syringe.

"I won't lose you again so quickly this time, Peter." he said, stabbing the needle into the side of Peter's neck.

"Peter!" Tony shouted, struggling to break out of his bonds.

Peter slumped forward, Norman catching him as the restraints were undone.

"You just always seem to be a few steps behind me, Stark." Norman sneered, throwing Peter's limp form over his shoulder.

"Put him down or a swear-"

"You'll what? You seem to be missing the picture here, Tony. Your little band of resc-"

Norman's words were cut off as another wall cracked and burst open.

Wanda, hands glowing red flew into the room, followed by the remaining team of Avengers.

Tony had never been more happy to see them.

Grabbing another syringe off his cart, Norman stabbed his leg, the green liquid flowing in.

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Fisk glared at the fighting as he stumbled back into the shadows. If he wasn't killed or captured, Norman would pay heavily for his failure.

Pressing a button, a panel opened up and he slipped inside. He had prepared for the possible problems of Norman's scheme tonight, and a helicopter had been stationed on the roof for emergency evacuation.

He couldn't be charged for a crime he wasn't here to commit after all.

"Going somewhere?"

Fisk jumped, spinning around to find Daredevil standing behind him.

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Norman cackled gleefully as the serum coursed through his veins. He could feel the raw power it provided, raising him from a normal human to something more.

"How cute that you think you'll win so easily." Norman grinned madly.

"Put Spider-Man down!" Steve shouted, shield up.

"You're so demanding, Captain." Norman laughed. "But I've worked far to hard to get to this point.

Shoving his hand in his pocket, Norman pulled out a small remote.

"Let's even the field a little bit."

"Watch out!" Sam yelled, pushing Steve out of the way as the goblin's glider flew right through where he had stood.

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Tony struggled against his bonds. He had to get out and help!

"Tony!"

Tony's head snapped to the side as Harley ran up to him, pulling the straps from him.

"Where's Peter?"

"You know who he is?" Tony asked, rubbing his wrists.

"Yeah, Daredevil spilled the beans on both his and Peter's identities when you two fell."

Tony nodded, looking around. He grinned as his eyes landed on the nanite encasing arc reactor, snatching it off the metal cart.

"What do you say kid," Tony started, attaching the reactor and hitting it. "Let's do some damage."

Harley grinned, helmet covering his face.

"FRIDAY, give me a scan of this structure." Tony said, as his helmet incased him.

"Tony, wha-"

"Get to blasting kid." Tony ordered, firing up his suit. "Scans show this place isn't supporting Fisk Tower, and we can't have anything leaving this lab. Osborn is keeping stuff here and we don't know what all that is. It's all gotta go."

Harley nodded before blasting off.

Tony snatched up the syringe Norman had stabbed Peter with.

"FRIDAY, give a reading."

"It's a strong sedative. From what records I still have of Peter, he'll burn through this, but will be sluggish for a bit."

"Great."

#spideypool #Peter Parker/Wade Wilson #Peter Parker #Wade Wilson #Tony Stark #spider man #deadpool

[titaniumandtestosterone]

Tony’s History: Avengers Assemble

//under cut for length

After the whole incident with Obadiah, things started to get weird. Tony had lived a relatively normal life, for that of a transman at least, up until then. Because of the suit he'd built, he now seemed to be on the radar of an organization called the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. To be honest though, once he started looking into what and who they were, they seemed to have their finger on the pulse of everything abnormal in this world. It seemed odd that they would seek him out.

Then again, Tony really never considered himself the superhero type. Neither did they, considering once they were officially able to sit down with him, labeling him volatile, self-obsessed and didn't play well with others. He'd nearly been about to argue with that, but then acquiesced. It had defined him to a T and he simply moved on, wondering how they could approve him for the project they'd presented to him but not approve him. Instead, the director Nick Fury said they wanted him as a consultant, to help them piece together the initiative. Really, Tony should have known even in that capacity, after becoming Iron Man, known that he'd be a part of the initiative anyway. It was bound to happen.

Many times, Tony found himself fixating on the fact that he was in fact a superhero now, just like Captain America was. He was Iron Man. Aside from the fact that he'd noted that the moniker wasn't exactly precise, that his suit was actually a titanium alloy, he did like the not so obvious detail about being called Iron Man. Being transgender, he had a certain affinity to what the periodic table element of the word. Fe for Iron, and then man=male. Iron Man was really the best depiction for Transgender Man and he loved it, working it into the transgender clothing and accessories sideline to complement the phallus prosthetic venture. It was pure genius.

While working on the Avenger initiative, Tony learned that S.H.I.E.L.D. had found Captain America frozen in ice and once they brought him up to speed, they wanted him for the Avengers Initiative as well. It was odd, somehow all the childhood fantasies started manifesting in his dreams again, both sleeping and waking. He remembered how when he really little, he'd imagine that he was like Captain Roger's sidekick, Bucky Barnes, and go on adventures with him. It was funny how he hadn't imagined himself to be a superhero back then, yet now he actually was one.

When he actually met Captain America face to face, things didn't seem to go how he'd imagined throughout the days after he'd learned he was alive until then. He had thought he'd be as obsessed with him as he had been when he was younger, but instead all his resentment toward his father seemed to channel itself toward Captain Rogers and they ended up on the wrong foot. It wasn't how he'd wanted their association to begin, but he hadn't done anything to stop it.

They worked extremely well together though. Just as Tony had predicted, he was not strictly used for his consulting capabilities, but for his usefulness as Iron Man as well. When Loki of Asgard attacked the city of New York, Captain America and Iron Man lead the newly formed Avengers in taking back the city and driving the invaders out. The whole team had worked very well together, despite being a motley crew. It just seemed to really work.

Meeting Bruce Banner had been a delight. His genius rivaled Tony's, but he was even more impressed by the fact that he literally was two different people. It was quite the Jekyll and Hyde situation, but the Hulk was actually pretty handy to have on the team. His IQ left little to be desired, but Banner definitely made up for that when he wasn't hulked out. Tony was glad to have him on the team and even more so to have someone around he could have a halfway decently intellectual conversation with.

Getting to know Natasha Romanoff had been interesting to say the least. When she showed up at Stark Industries, under an assumed identity, infiltrating the system so Fury could get intel on him, Tony nearly shit bricks. If he hadn't been dealing with palladium poisoning from his arc reactor at the time, things probably gone a whole lot differently. As it was, they helped him unlock the secrets that would lead him to discovering how to create vibranium to replace the core that had been killing him. All in all, he was glad to have someone with Natasha's skillset on the team.

Clint Barton… Tony was still trying to figure out how he thought about less lucrative Robin Hood. He seemed resourceful yet not all that practical. Then again, he seemed to be connected to Natasha in some odd way, which seemed a lot like a liability. Tony wasn't altogether certain if it was good to have them both on the team, and Natasha seemed like the more likely option to stay, but that call wasn't Tony's to make. Then again, it's not like they really had a boss, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed to think they were the boss for all of them.

Having the God of Thunder show up was quite fortuitous, Tony realized. Certainly, it would have been lack of judgement on the Asgardians not to follow the deviant Loki to Earth and not try to stop him, but Thor showing up and making an alliance with the Avengers was definitely advantageous. It definitely saved Earth from having to figure out how to contact the Asgardians to come pick up their criminal. Then again, Earth's officials had wanted to keep him to stand trial there, but none of them were willing to go toe-to-toe with the Asgardian King, Odin the Allfather, a god, especially after not seeing what his children were capable of doing.

#history #bio #trans!tony #Avengers Assemble

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Where do you fall on the MCU CW wank? What did you think of the showdown in Siberia?

i’m not particularly familiar with this wank! i didn’t watch ca:cw until it was well out of theaters, and i wasn’t really in steve/tony fandom at the time so i wasn’t keeping close tabs on the drama

also i’ve only watched the siberia showdown once so i might not have all my facts straight

here’s my understanding: tony, exhausted, already beat half to shit (and he’s a human in his 50s under that armor so he’s not healed), watches video of his parents being murdered by the guy next to him and loses his fucking mind. bucky, being a smart cookie, decides to get the hell out of dodge, and steve does his best to cover his retreat. things go downhill fast, and they have a slug-out in the bottom of a missile silo that ends with bucky getting his metal arm turned to slag and tony having his metaphorical heart shattered.

okay i re-watched a quick cut of the siberia scene

now i think there’s something interesting about the fight tactics. tony and bucky are long-range, lethal fighters. iron man is built for airborne dogfights, not punching -- the movie even says it when friday tells tony he can’t beat steve hand-to-hand. Meanwhile bucky is first and foremost a sniper and an ambusher. if tony and bucky really want to kill each other, they should hang back and try to murder from a distance. but if they’d actually rather not do murder, they have to get in close and wrestle, which isn’t their strong suit. 

and they end up choosing to wrestle! which means that tony isn’t actually up for murdering bucky in coldblooded revenge, and bucky’s being as non-lethal as bucky gets while he tries to get away. (ignore the fact that the real reason it was choreographed like a bar fight is that a brawl is more fun to watch -- i’m enjoying my meta)

steve, on the other hand, is all melee anyway, so it’s hard to say what his lethality intentions are. his goal at the start is to protect bucky, even if it meant using deadly force. but by the end of the fight...i think steve just wants to take tony down.

right before the end, bucky goes for tony’s arc reactor. he knows if he destroys it, the suit will power down, making tony unable to fight but not dead. (tony hasn’t needed the arc reactor to live since before bucky’s character was introduced, i think bucky would have known tony’d be fine)

then tony blasts bucky’s metal arm off, stands still for a dramatic moment, then hits bucky with a non-deadly repulsor blast, then stands still for another dramatic moment, all this time not killing bucky yet.

which is when steve comes at tony, hard, and, uh, beats the tar out of him. tony gets the upper hand, then stops and tells steve to stay down. but steve comes at tony again and really really beats the tar out of him, and tony thinks he’s about to get killed for real.

non-lethal, non-lethal.....coulda been lethal. steve’s the worst behaved of the bunch, imo. 

it makes sense for steve to be a wreck! his judgement is all fucked up. he’s an overprotective mess over bucky -- who died on steve’s watch once anyway, landing him with some spectacular survivor’s guilt -- which means he’s thinking in emotinoal absolutes. steve KNOWS that tony is going to kill bucky which means steve has to do ANYTHING he can to stop it, no price too high. plus steve gets caught up in the need to win fights, even ones where he doesn’t need to keep fighting, because he’s stubborn and has a chip on his shoulder and has a bit of a temper.

(i also think this fight is an example of why mcu steve is a terrible captain america as written: he's not cut out for the shield. this fight wasn’t about protecting the world, it was about protecting the person he loved. in terms of superhero symbolism this scene was like if both bucky and a school bus full of kids were falling and steve picked bucky to save. not superhero-like! you could argue that putting bucky first doesn’t make steve a bad person, but it definitely makes him a bad cap.)

tony is also a wreck! bucky is a guilt-ridden half-brainwashed disaster who definitely has moments where he’s pretty sure tony’s justified in trying to kill him! nobody is behaving well!!! but steve’s goals and reasons still seem to be the most questionable to me. he seems the most like he’s acting out personal beef and escalating instead of de-escalating. so that’s my stance. i am not sure if this is actually what the wank is about but that’s what i think!

SIDE NOTE: this fight scene is terribly written. the character goals are all over the map! you never know what the characters immediate goals are, or really their long-term goals.  there’s all these moments where a character is slammed into the wall and then they just kind of grapple there uselessly for a minute before breaking apart. nobody has any concrete, stated goals at the end beyond “do cool punches together” and “exchange brief, emotionally loaded lines”

in a good fight scene you know what everyone wants at all times -- you just don’t know how they’re going to get it or what they’re willing to sacrifice for it. both in the long term (ie, i wanted to hide in here and instead there is an angry blacksmith swinging a sword at my nose) and in the short term (ie, i’m handcuffed and need to be not handcuffed so i can be better at not getting stabbed). mcu movies are TERRIBLE at this a lot of the time. spiderverse is great at this -- think about the fight with peter, miles and doc ock in the lab where they’re trying to get the data to make the goober. the whole time their ultimate goal is to escape with the computer. along the way they encounter a bunch of immediate problems -> solutions such as “can’t find the files -> take entire computer” and  “miles can’t swing -> give him a webshooter and push him off the roof.” every time the viewer gets two KEY pieces of information: 1) what is the immediate problem and 2) what tools do the characters have to solve it.

MCU CONSISTENTLY FAILS TO DO THIS!

take the bit in the siberia fight where steve lassos tony around the neck and uses him as a flaily parachute. we start with bucky trying to climb out the roof and steve helping. tony is fighting them. steve tells bucky to go on ahead and we briefly see steve pulling a gizmo out of his pocket -- what does it do? we don’t know. steve has a Plan. what does he need it for? we don’t know! we won’t know until tony flies upwards (ah steve had predicted that the problem would be “stop tony from flying,” rather than...any of the other things tony could have done) and steve flings his lasso around tony’s neck and drags him down (oh he had a handy lasso gadget i guess). how unsatisfying! we didn’t get any chance to predict what would happen, it just did, and in retrospect you can figure out the motivations. it has zero story content.

the action does NOTHING to help tell the story. it just looks cool. that’s it. there’s nothing for the viewer to engage with or chances to use your brain. the only thing the fucking movie asks from you is that you wait and see.

fucking disgraceful.

OKAY I HAD SOME FEELINGS PROBABLY THIS SHOULD BE TWO POSTS BUT WHATEVER BYE

#phew #this answer is a mess i'm sorry #but not sorry enough to split things up #i love the emotional content you can extrapolate from the siberia fight #i just also think it's terribly written!!!!!!! #Anonymous

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Which Avenger?

I was tagged by the lovely @snoopy3000. Thank you, love! <3

1. Which avenger would you recruit to help you plan your birthday?

I’m gonna go with Tony, because he has the cash to take me and my friends out to a fancy dinner and buy us drinks all night long...or just throw us a party at his place since I’m sure his bar is stocked. 

2. Which avenger would you switch suits with for a day?

I’m terrified of heights, otherwise I’d say the Iron Man suit would be fun to play around in...I’d love to look like a badass for once in my life and put on Bucky’s murder outfit, mask included. (omg now I want a fic where reader walks out wearing his gear and he just immediately springs a boner and has to ravish the hell outta her)

3. Which avenger would you want to train with?

So long as he didn’t stab me to “teach me a lesson about protecting myself properly”, I think Loki would be the best for this. He’d teach you how to fight crafty but dirty...also I just want a reason for him to pin me to a mat over and over again. 

4. Oh No, you need help! Which avenger would you call if you’re in trouble?

Probably Steve or Tony, because I feel like neither one of them would hesitate to drop everything and come running. They love playing the hero lol

5. Uh oh, you got arrested, which avenger were you with?

I’m thinking I got way too drunk at the club with Nat and Clint, and some shenanigans ensued...possibly some bro got too grabby and Nat beat the crap outta them.

6. The Avengers are playing basketball, which avenger would you pick first to be on your team?

I feel like either Peter or Sam would rock at that sport, so I’d pick one of them. 

7. You’re trying to make your ex jealous, which avenger do you pretend to date?

Thor or Loki. I mean, what better way to make a mere mortal man jealous than to walk around with a literal god as your arm candy. 

8. You’re out for a good time, and need a wing man/woman, which avenger do you pick for the job?

Definitely Wanda. Her mind reading skill would be so handy!

9. You woke up with a hangover, which avenger were you drunk with?

If it was party-drunk then definitely Tony. But I’m also leaning towards Bruce, because I could see having this low-key all-night convo with him about both some deep psychological shit and also lighthearted nerdy topics while throwing back drink after drink and then bam, you’re both drunk before you realize it. 

10. You’re going on a road trip, which avenger do you ride with?   

Tony. Mostly because of the sight of him driving one of his fancy cars with the top down, sunglasses and smirk fixed on his face, rock music blaring...lordy, I’d be wanting to pull off constantly for a backseat quickie. 

11. No way! You slept with one of the avengers. Which avenger did you wake up next to?

I would hope either Tony or Loki *crosses fingers and prays fervently*

12. Your favorite band is having a concert, which avenger goes with you?

I’ve never really gone to any concerts except as a kid (I know, I know) because socially awkward me wouldn’t know what to do (I don’t dance unless I’ve had some drinks in me), so I actually think Clint would be a fellow chill attendee who wouldn’t make me feel dumb if I wanted to just sit/stand and watch without dancing. 

13. You’re going shopping, and need second opinions, which avenger do you trust to help you pick out outfits?

Definitely Wanda; she’d be honest and helpful with finding what clothing styles work best. I also get grumpy as hell while shopping (bc I haaate it) and I feel like she’d be really patient. 

14. Your parents want to meet one of your new friends, which avenger do you take to meet your parents?

If I actually brought any type of man home, even if I said he was just a friend, my family would be ready to plan the wedding. So I’m gonna go with Shuri or Wanda, because they’d be a lot of fun but also probably wouldn’t rock the boat toooo much (hopefully). 

15. You get injured on a mission, which avenger would you trust to be in charge of your care?

Stephen Strange totally makes sense with him being a surgeon AND having  strong magical abilities.

16. Your room is a mess, which avenger do you pick to be your butler, and clean your room?

I can see this happening if it was a lost bet or in exchange for me owing one of them a “favor”...so of course my mind just went into the gutter and totally imagined Loki or Bucky.

Also I could see Thor doing this, because he can be pretty gullible and you could probably convince him to do it under the guise of it being some Midgardian friendship rite of passage XD

17. You wanna play a prank on the team, but need help. Which avenger do you pick to help you prank the rest of the team?

Loki’s trickster abilities would be perfect for this! So long as he didn’t get too carried away and try to kill someone. 

18. Time to buy Christmas presents, which avenger is the easiest for you to buy for?

Thor - just get him one of the popular new video games and he’ll be thrilled. 

19. You’re going on a mission but only one other person can go. Which member of the team, do you choose to go with you?

Tony - he’s intelligent as fuck, has the suit, and he’d sacrifice himself to keep you safe if things got dire, so I’d be most likely to make it home alive if he’s involved.

This was so fun!

I’m tagging @kellyn1604 @sherrybaby14 @saiansha @letsby @because-imma-lady-assface @opheliadawnwalker3 @ericuhlorain @hannibalssweaters @fvckingavengers 

#tag game #marvel

[ceealaina]

Title: I Need a Superman to Sweep Me off My Feet Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - [Image] Iron Patriot Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: When Tony gets stuck up a tree, who's he gonna call? 

Iron Patriot! Word Count: 1485

“No, no, no no no! Shit!”

Tony grabbed at the tree branch before he fell, watching forlornly as the ladder toppled to the ground. The very, very far below him ground. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” he grumbled, pouting a little since there was no one around to see. Most of the active team was gone on some low-contact, stealth mission. Tony didn’t know whose bright idea it had been to send Steve Rogers on a stealth mission, but the man had sounded exhausted the last time he’d talked to him. It didn’t sound as though things were going well, Tony could tell that they would all need a break when they made it back home. 

A bout of insomnia had led to him finding an all-year 24/7 Christmas channel, which had given him the bright idea to string Christmas lights in the trees lining the incredibly long driveway leading to the Avengers compound. 

Listen, Tony was a genius, but sometimes he was real fucking dumb. 

Heaving out a sigh, he sat on the branch and considered his options. He was too high up to jump without risking injury, and there was no way he was trying that. He could just hear the shit he’d catch from the rest of the team if they found out why he was benched from the next mission. There was also no way he could climb down; the lower branches were thin, and would definitely not hold his body weight. He’d probably just hurt himself even worse than if he jumped in the first place. 

Whining, because again, nobody there to hear him, Tony pulled out his phone.

“What’s the matter, Tones?” Rhodey’s voice was fond and amused. “You get cold and give up already?” 

“I’m not cold!” Tony protested, although now that Rhodey had mentioned it, the wind was a little brisk. “I just… Need some help?” 

Rhodey huffed out a laugh. “No way, man. I told you this was a dumb idea. You could have stayed here with me. Watch some Die Hard, make out a little, have some hot chocolate…” 

“I genuinely don’t know if you’re talking about the drink or yourself right now, and that concerns me.” 

Rhodey laughed again. “But oh no,” he continued, like Tony’s hadn’t spoken. “Tony’s gotta go hang some twinkle lights in the trees. It’s fucking February, you idiot.” 

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Tony waved him off. “But listen, I’m serious.” 

“So am I! Got my underpants off and my pajama pants on and I am set.” 

“Okay, well I? Am stuck.” 

There was a long pause and Tony winced up at the fading light in the sky. 

“Stuck? What do you mean stuck?” 

He scrubbed a hand over his face. Rhodey was going to enjoy the hell out of this, because he was a terrible human. “I mean there was an incident with the ladder. It fell and now I am stuck up a tree,” he told him all in a rush. “Come on, honeybear, you’re the only one around right now. I just need you to come out and put the ladder back up and then I promise you can go right back to your weird crush on Bruce Willis.”

“Hey! My crush isn’t weird. Lots of people crush on Bruce Willis.” 

“Eh. I met him once, he wasn’t that great. He’s not even in my top five favourite Bruces.” 

“Whatever, man. Just hold on a minute, I’ll come be your knight in shining armor.” 

Tony probably should have been more concerned by that wording, but he was too busy thinking about how boring nature was, and wondering how much it was going to cost him to get Rhodey to keep this quiet from the rest of the team to really give it much thought. 

He was just wondering why the hell he hadn’t done this all as Iron Man (he’d had a reason, initially, but he was fucked if he could remember why it had been so important now) when he heard a low, familiar whine on the wind. 

“Oh,” he breathed, eyes closing as he realized. “Oh no.” 

A minute later, Rhodey was landing under the tree. In the old, red, white, and blue Iron Patriot armor, because of fucking course he was. He put his hands on his hips and popped the faceplate open, smirking up at Tony like he was man’s greatest gift. Tony didn’t know where to begin.

“Iron Patriot, reporting for duty. Never fear, I’m here to rescue you.”

“You’re fucking War Machine,” he burst out, and okay, apparently that was his starting point. “What are you… Where did you even get that? I thought I melted it down.” 

Rhodey just shrugged. “Thought it might come in handy.”

“I hate you so much.” Tony rubbed his forehead. “This is really unnecessary. I just needed you to pick up the ladder and put it back against the tree.” 

“Hey! You called Iron Patriot for assistance, that’s what you’re gonna get.” 

“I didn’t call Iron Patriot for assistance,” Tony felt it was necessary to point out. “What does that even mean?” 

Rhodey gave him a shit-eating grin and launched off the ground, hovering eye level with level. 

“Oh no,” Tony said again as he realized just what Rhodey was planning. “Really, really not necessary, Rhodes. You can pick up the ladder. Really. It’s right there.”

“Nope.” Rhodey held out his arms, waggling his eyebrows at Tony. “Sorry, handsome. This is a full service rescue.” 

“I hate you so much,” Tony informed him, shivering hard. He probably should have worn a warmer jacket, what with it being February and all. 

“No, you don’t.” 

Tony glared at him. “Come on, Rhodey. I’m fucking freezing. Just put the ladder back up.” 

Rhodey just arched an eyebrow at him. “Come on, Tony,” he parroted back to him. “Sooner you accept this is happening, the sooner we can get you inside where it’s warm. 

“Fine,” Tony grumbled, shifting to the edge of the branch that he was perched on. Rhodey hovered easily as Tony wrapped his arms around his neck. Then he swept his arms under Tony’s legs, scooping him up bridal style -- because of fucking course -- and flew them back toward the compound proper. 

Which, of course, was precisely when the rest of the team returned.

The image of Steve Rogers, laughing at him through the glass of the cockpit, would haunt Tony for the rest of his days. 

*

“Okay,” Steve said, when the luggage had dried off, and the returning team had showered and changed into their comfiest clothes. When the Thai food had been ordered, and blankets had been procured, and they were all tucked up in the preferred media room for an impromptu movie night. “Okay, what I don’t understand is why you didn’t just use the damn Iron Man suit.” He was openly laughing at Tony, not even pretending to hide it. 

“I don’t know,” Tony wailed, throwing a blanket over his head so he wouldn’t have to look at any of his terrible, horrible teammates. He hadn’t missed a single one of them. “I just didn’t, okay?” 

“You don’t know?” Steve repeated, apparently not letting this go. “What do you mean you don’t know? That thing is your pride and joy, Tony. I’m pretty sure it’s the first thing you think of in every situation.” 

“That’s not true!” 

Natasha scoffed, arching an eyebrow from where she was tucked up in Barnes’ lap. “Tony. If we were trapped in a burning building, and you could only save one of us, you would save the suit.” 

“That’s not--,”

“Hey!” Bucky pointed out, grinning wide. “One time we were trapped in a burning building and you did save the suit.” 

“Because you had an exit route and I was flying it!” 

Sam leaned around Steve, putting on his ‘serious therapist’ face. “Rhodes. It’s okay, this is a safe space, you can tell us honestly: Is it your name Tony hollers during sex, or the suits?” 

“The suit doesn’t even have a name!” Tony protested loudly, as they all busted out laughing, choking out what were, frankly, really creepy sex cries of ‘oh, Mark!’ whenever they could catch their breaths. 

Tony hated each and every one of them. He didn’t know why he tried to bother movie night in the first place. He didn’t have to stay here and listen to this, he was going to go down to the lab and tinker instead. (And if that tinkering led to really awesome upgrades to their equipment, well. He’d at least wait a few weeks before giving it to them, so no one would be suspicious.) 

Except everyone looked so genuinely fond and happy, the stress lines of the mission leaving their faces, the tension easing out of their bodies. Beside him, Rhodey caught his hand, gave him a wink and a soft smile. 

Tony stayed.

@tonystarkbingo

#tonystarkbingo2020 #tsb2020 #ironhusbands #tony stark #james rhodes #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #fluff #team as family #tony stark has a heart #fic #my fic

[cami-chats]

Iron Man in a relationship with Tony Stark? Yep.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Tony Stark/James Rhodes

Warnings: None

Summary: James Rhodes is Iron Man. It makes the secret identity less confusing, and if you asked Tony, he'd say that Jim was better at it anyways. 

Relationship between Tony Stark and Iron Man! the headline proclaimed. The byline read 'Sexual favors to keep the Avengers funded or just sexual harassment from another boss? More on Page 6!’. As with all gossip rags, there was a grainy picture taking up the majority of the front page. Tony's head was tilted up, arms wrapped around the neck of the Iron Man armor as they kissed. Iron Man's face was completely unrecognizable, so he should probably be thankful for small favors. That particular shot did make him look like a comic book heroine though, which-- while accurate-- was annoying. 

Jim thought it was fucking hilarious. He'd bought a copy and brought it to the Tower to show Tony, then proceeded to draw hearts on it with red marker. 

"You're such an asshole," Tony groaned, unsuccessfully trying to steal the paper away. As far as he was concerned, that picture was an embarrassment to his reputation. He was usually much more smooth than throwing himself at someone and hoping for the best. 

"Uh-uh, this is our first kiss, and I want a picture to remember the good times when we're old and decrepit and possibly broken up." 

Tony glared as he sank into a seat at the table. "I could've planned it better if you told me that's what you wanted." 

Jim snorted. "You didn't plan it at all, that's the only reason it happened." 

"Hi Rhodey," Pepper said as she walked in. 

"Hi Pepper, how's it going?" 

"Can I see that?" she asked, motioning to the paper. 

"So long as I get it back." 

He handed it over, and Pepper folded it in half, whacked Tony on the head, then gave it back. "That's for kissing Iron Man where everyone could see! What were you thinking?" 

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"I wasn't," he muttered, rubbing the top of his head even though it didn't hurt. He'd just been kidnapped, and for a while there, he'd thought that Jim had died. It was an emotional ordeal all things considered, and she should be happy that Tony hadn't tried to suck him off right there on the street-- which he had definitely considered. 

"Well I suppose that's better than you thinking this was a good idea and going through with it. That picture is spreading like wildfire, we need to release some sort of statement to try and corral it a little." Not much, because Tony's sex life was always a hot topic for news' sites and this was the juiciest thing to come out of it since the emergence of superheroes, but it was still worth the effort. According to Pepper. Personally, Tony thought they should let it sit and see how wild the theories got so this could become more entertaining than annoying. "Can I trust that you and Iron Man are in a relationship, not just fooling around?" 

"That's a pretty safe assumption," Jim said, still looking amused. 

"Good," she said, relieved. "You probably don't need to hear this Tony, but I'm going to say it anyways. If it doesn't work out, remember that you still have to work with the man? Please? It's going to be impossible to find someone to replace him if he quits, especially since you refuse to tell me who it is." 

"I'll behave," Tony promised. Rhodey-- the asshole-- was hiding his snickers behind his hand which Pepper would have noticed if she thought it was at all important. As far as she was concerned however, Rhodey was still working for the military and that's why he popped in and out without being able to say where he was going or what he'd done. It was a nice set up they had going to protect Iron Man's identity, but in this moment it was a pain in the ass. Or, more accurately, Jim was being a pain in the ass. He shouldn't be enjoying this nearly as much as he was, but he probably figured that he was owed this with all the other bullshit he had to deal with-- Tony was not going to admit that yes, Rhodey did deserve to have a little bit of fun with this because that would be admitting defeat. "And Iron Man wouldn't quit anyways, he likes the suit too much to leave it behind just because I'm a jackass." 

"You're not a jackass, you're a jack-angel," Jim said, then grinned obnoxiously when they both looked at him. "I have a report to finish." He ruffled Tony's hair then walked away. "Bye Pep!" 

*

Jim was in the suit when Steve approached him-- unsurprising since he was pretty sure he'd never even seen Steve without the faceplate in the way. "Hey Iron Man, you got a minute?" 

"For you Cap? Always. What's up?" 

"It's about Mr. Stark." 

Ah fuck. "What did he do now?" Try as he might, Rhodey couldn't actually watch him 24/7. There was a lot of trouble Tony could get into in just twenty minutes, as they'd all seen time and time again. 

Steve frowned. "He didn't do anything. It's about... um, your- relationship." He was blushing now, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. 

Jim kinda wished that maybe something had happened with Tony, because he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with having this conversation. Cap was going to get all nervous and sputtery about relationships within the team, even worse since Tony was funding them and technically in charge. "What about it?" was what Jim said though, because clearly Steve felt like he had to say something and cutting him off wouldn't help. 

"You don't-" he stopped and chewed on his lip. He took a bracing breath, and there was a tightness to his shoulders that hadn't been there before. He rushed the next sentence out like if he didn't say it quickly, he wouldn't say it at all. "If you feel like you're being forced into this, you can always ask for help. I don't think Mr. Stark would do that, but sometimes you think you know people and then they do horrible things, so I just want you to know that no matter what, the team will always be here to help you out." 

It was laughable that Tony would do anything of the sort, but it was also pretty damn touching that Steve reminded him that he had back-up should he need it. "Thanks Cap," he said, voice coming out soft even through the filters. "It's not necessary but... thanks." 

Steve gave an embarrassed nod and walked away. He got to the doorway before he realized that that wasn't all he'd needed to say. More red-faced than before, he went back to Iron Man. "Do you have that report on the last fight with the Controller? Coulson says yours is still missing." 

"I turned it in like a week ago," Jim said. He knew that for a fact, he'd spent an inordinate amount of time trying to remember all the necessary details, and he'd been so annoyed by the end that he'd sent it three times to make sure they wouldn't lose it. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

"That's strange. It's not like Coulson to lose something." 

"I don't care if he never finds it, I'm not writing it again. I swear, that's a form of torture somewhere." 

"Iron Man, re-" 

"Reports are important, yeah yeah," Jim said, waving him off. "The problem is that I already did it, and I'm not gonna do it again; it was bad enough the first time. I wrote my report and turned it in, I'm not gonna get shit because they lost it somehow. You can call Coulson back up and tell him to look for it in his fucking email because I sent three copies and there's no way he magically lost all of them." 

Steve sighed. "I'll tell him, but Iron Man, if he can't find them, you are going to have to rewrite that report." 

"Make me," he said petulantly, walking away, the boots making it seem like he was stomping. 

*

Molecule Man vanished the suit, and it was clear he was expecting the same moment of shock that everyone else did. Steve completely froze when the shield disappeared, not that anyone was judging him for it. When Jim lost the suit though, he just hauled off and decked Reece in the face. Since Molecule Man had been expecting some hesitation, he was not at all prepared to get punched and went down. Rhodey was not looking forward to seeing him get up, so he hit him a few more times for good measure. 

"Is anybody still suited up?" he asked, endlessly grateful that his comm was in his ear even though it usually processed through the suit for the voice filters. "I could use some cuffs if you've got them." 

"Iron Man?" Wasp asked hesitantly. 

"Yeah. I'm the handsome one standing by the idiot in green." 

"On my way. Gotta say, I was pretty sure you were Tony this whole time." 

"That must have made the kiss pretty weird." 

"A bit," she admitted with a laugh. 

"You okay Iron Man?" Cap asked. 

"I'm fine, the suit's not. Molecule Man can reform objects, right?" 

"He must," Thor said, tone leaving no room for argument. Even if Molecule Man didn't know how to do it, they'd find someone to. Maybe hit up the Professor and see if he had any mutants around with a handy power, since mjolnir wasn't exactly replaceable. 

"I'm sure Fury will strong arm him into giving our stuff back big guy, don't worry." 

"I was not worried," he said, affronted. 

"Uh-huh, sure." 

Jan landed cuffs already out and ready. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him, like she was surprised but thought she shouldn't be. "That makes more sense than I thought it would. So did you and Tony just barely get together or was it revealed to us all with that kiss?" she asked as she snapped the cuffs on Molecule Man. 

"Does it matter?" 

"Aw c'mon, inquiring minds want to know!" 

"You're not a reporter, Jan. Ask Tony if you want to know so bad." 

"I did ask Tony, and he told me that it started several lifetimes ago," she said, rolling her eyes. "I never realized how much of a romantic he is." 

"Then you haven't spent much time around him when he's been in a relationship. Consider yourself lucky."

#ironhusbands #marvel #fanfic #tony stark #rhodey #pepper potts #janet van dyne #steve rogers #my writing

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Trick or Steve (One Shot)

chHello boo!! I are here to request a Steve x Reader halloween one shot. Where the reading is out trick or treating and runs into a few VERY realistic looking Avengers. Who she then awkwardly learns later on, were actually the real Avengers. Not just guys in costumes. 🤣 can’t wait to read what you come up with for this in Octobeeeeeeer!! 😍😍😍 eeek! So excited!!

As requested by @katurrade! I’ll be posting 4 Halloween themed one shots this month in celebration of over 100 followers and SPOOPY SEASON!!! Hope you enjoy!

In Y/N Y/L/N format.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: PG 13 for violence, language, alcohol, party scene, adult themes (ish)

Words: 5,341

AU because no one died in Endgame, Steve didn’t go back. I can’t move on.

Summary: You’re taking your niece and nephews Trick or Treating proves to be an event in itself, but running into three of the Avengers was not part of your plan.

No beta and so I only own the mistakes and the reader!

Trick or Steve

Take the kids trick or treating your sister said. It will be fun she said.

And so here you were, taking yet another picture of yet another group of knock-off Avengers at precisely six thirty on the evening of Halloween, listening as your two nephews and niece squealed over the men dressed in painstakingly obvious mass produced costumes. They had been nice enough sure, one poorly body painted Hulk giving the kids some of the candy out of his bag when they complained the houses they had been hitting during the night were being stingy with their offerings. A  very tan, we’re talking spent- his-whole-summer-on-a-cruise-ship –in-the-Bahamas tan Hawkeye helping the youngest of the three pose correctly. It was quite cute.

“My feet hurt!” The five year old aforementioned child whined and you were suddenly aware of two things.

One, you were in no rush to have children of your own.

Two, you were entirely too sober for this.

~~~Earlier~~~

“Andy will you stand still? I need to fix your left wing.” You huffed, hot glue gun locked and loaded as you stared down at the fidgeting five year old. The living room was silent other than the preening of your sister, too caught up in snapping a thousand pictures to help you with her own kids. Gee thanks for the help Sis.

Your peripheral vision caught your niece reaching to grasp at her newly straight long blonde hair, your voice making her jump. “Hana don’t touch your hair it’s still hot from the straight iron!”

“Yea Hana leave your hair alone!” Her twin brother mocked whilst opening his third piece of candy. You raised an eyebrow as you directed your playful scolding his direction.

“Liam you take one more piece of candy out of that dish and I’m not taking you!”

“Sorry Ant.” The chorus of small voices around you had a hint of a smile cracking at your lips as you tried to remain stern. After a few extremely short minutes of holding Andy’s cardboard wing at a forty five degree angle, it looked like you had finally managed to get them even in height.

“There! Everyone ready to go?” You sat back on your heels to look at the three, a big smile overcoming your features as they all got excited over their outfits.

“But Ant,” Andy exclaimed, pointing to your sock clad feet, “You’re not wearing any shoes!”

“Thanks Buddy, you’ve just saved my entire Halloween!” You snatched your nephew and flew him through the air of the living room, the small human giggling and squealing as you made whooshing noises, his arms out in front of him. Whatever kept him in good spirits and helped the glue dry faster. Placing Andy on the floor of the foyer you made a quick grab at your heeled boots that sat by the door, zipping them up to just above your knees before standing to look in the mirror.

The black tactical suit you had made yourself looked great, the matte fabric the perfect choice for your costume. You had taken a few liberties with the original suit design, trading the slightly loose pants for something a bit more feminine and curve hugging, eighty-sixing the knee coverings and opting for sleek heeled boots instead of chunky combat ones. You were sure your feet would hate you later, but Carpe Diem right? The black straps and buckles were still covering the top half of you, although you had chosen to turn them into more of a corset of sorts, your chest pushed up under the dark gray vest you had made. It wasn’t overly cool outside so you went sleeveless, allowing for more mobility. You readjusted your hair, smoothing away any fly aways of your current bobbed style. At least you didn’t have to wear a wig. Readjusting the straps that held your very fake guns to your thighs you wrapped your hands around the handles of the three appropriately painted jack o’lanterns, the plastic thunking together as you passed them to their owners, the kids pooling around you to get a final group picture. You headed out into the crisp air as your sister waved you on, saying she and her husband would see you all later at Maria Hill’s party.

That was an hour and three groups of Avenger wannabes ago.

Of course the kids all but tackled their respective counter parts, save for Andy. You felt bad that no one had dressed up as Falcon yet, but you were constantly assuring the slightly upset child that he would see him tonight. You hoped anyway.

It was when you finished sacking the last house on the block when you saw them.

“ANT LOOK IT’S HIM IT’S HIM!!!” Andy’s shrill voice shot off with the rest of his body as he sprinted as fast as his small legs could carry him towards the three men, one of them no doubt dressed as The Falcon. You groaned as the two twins followed suit, racing to catch up, and then outrun their youngest sibling to the group of guys. You silently prayed this would be the last time for the night, your phone only able to hold so many pictures.

As you reached the three kids, once again mooning over the “superheroes” you couldn’t help but notice that their outfits looked extremely authentic. And they were equally extremely good looking. Thor’s hair was perfect, Falcon’s gapped tooth smile made you smile back. Hell even Captain America had an ass on him that made you want to sing the national anthem. Out of tune and all. Your face flushed as you came up to them, the kids talking a mile a minute and their questions making your face burn.

“Well if it isn’t the Walking Lightning Rod, Bird Brain, and America on Ice. You guys look great, did you assemble the rest of the girl scout troop or is it just you three tonight? Sorry about the kiddos. Wish I could say they’re mine, but they aren’t. Thanks in advance for being nice to them, they kinda can outrun me in these heels.” Your greeting forced the three men to break their eye contact with their miniature versions to give you a quick once over. The man dressed as Falcon took one look at your costume and about died.

“YOU DRESSED UP AS BARNES?!” He exclaimed, voice laced with gulps of air and hard laughter as you adjusted the duct tape and silver painted left arm you had fabricated. You noticed the blue eyes of Captain America’s wander over your figure as Falcon bent at the waist, trying to catch his breath and failing miserably. “Sorry it’s just…” He breathed, standing back up to fully give you a once over, “You managed to make him look good. And that’s a big deal. Doesn’t she look amazing Steve?”

The man in the mask sputtered out jumbled words in agreement, and you felt your face grow hot even though your smile grew. He took a breath and composed himself “What’s…what’s your name Doll?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, and my eyes are up here Mr. American Dream.” You caught him staring at your chest through your mostly unzipped vest as he awkwardly cleared his throat, his face a few shades of pink that you were quickly finding adorable.

“So, ahem, why the Winter Soldier?” His blue eyes sparkled when he talked to you, and man you’d be lying through your teeth if you said they weren’t making you feel some things. Out of all the Captain Americas you had met this evening, this one was very quickly becoming your favorite. You admired the long hard lines of his body, that suit not leaving much to the imagination. Jesus you could pray with your knees upward with him anytime. You snapped your head up realizing what you were doing and forced your mind to focus.

“Well it was either him or Stark, and I don’t have the face for a goatee.”

“You would have made a hilarious Tony!” Sam was laughing again, and you were trying to hold your own inside. His joyous noises were infectious.

“But what’s with your arm?” The star spangled man stuttered and you smirked, showing the kids handy work in the form of “get well soon”s, hearts and happy faces.

“Ah well you see,” You leaned in closer to the man, motioning the other two closer to you, “The kids uh, the kids think he just hurt it really bad and that it’s in a cast. I don’t have the heart to tell them the truth. Especially Andy, he’s really sensitive.” You looked pointedly down to the five year old who was clinging to the last of the three as if his life depended on it.

The Falcon gave a smiling nod before crouching down to unwind the child in question from around his legs, chuckling as the kid attempted to hold on tighter. “So your name’s Andy huh? That’s a pretty cool name kid. I’m Sam. I like your costume.”

“My Ant made it for me! I wanted to be you because I think Falcon is the coolest!” Andy pumped his fist in the air with a shrieking holler that reminded you for the eighth time that night you were too sober for this shit. But you couldn’t help but smile as he continued to gush over his favorite super hero, your heart warming to see him get the interaction you’d been hoping for all night. “He can fly!!”

“Did you make all of your garments then?” Thor’s voice was deep, booming, and beautiful and for a second you almost regretted not dressing up as him, giving him a small nod. “They are exceptional Lady Y/N.” You scoffed, waving off the compliment although it was the first one you had gotten all night.

“Yea Ant is the best fairy godmother in town!” Hana squeaked, twirling around in circles to show off her red cape that hung from her shoulders. “She worked super hard for months so we could all be our favorites tonight! Even our mom and dad have costumes!”

“So I am your favorite hero then?” Thor inquired, taking a knee to look at the small blonde girl.

“Yep! You control lightning and we both have blonde hair, and you’re really nice to girls. My momma says it’s cause your momma raised you right, and that’s why you have a kind smile. I don’t know what that means but my momma is always right.” Hana smiled, showing the tall man her missing two front teeth, who looked like he just about melted into a puddle at the girl’s statement. He opened his arms and before you could object your niece ran into them, hugging the man fiercely.

“Wow little one you are incredibly strong!” He complimented her, breaking away as she fell into a fit of giggles. “What is your name?”

“Hana!” Came the squeak of your niece, beaming with pride.

“My name’s Liam and I think Captain America is the best!” Liam piped up, finally finding his voice and bringing a large smile to his counterpart, who reached his hand out to give him a high five from his waist. “You were frozen! You have super strength and you’re like really really old.” Sam snorted at that as Liam went to cover his backside. “Like a cool old though! Not like my dad old.”

“Nice save Li,” You rolled your eyes as the man in blue laughed heartily at how much Liam looked like he was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment.

“So how old are all of you?” Sam questioned, finally giving in and hoisting Andy up to sit on his hip, you rubbing your temple in exasperation. These kids.

“I’m seven and the oldest!” Hana called, Liam shoving into her slightly.

“Only by three minutes.” She stuck her tongue out at her twin, Andy staring down at hand, hardened expression on his features as he thought up his answer. His face lit up as he swung his whole hand out, nearly falling out of Sam’s grip as his shifted his body weight in excitement.

“I’M THIS MANY!” He promptly smacked Sam in the face as he held up his small chubby digits into his field of vision.

“Oh I am so sorry, Andy my dude you gotta apologize for hitting the nice man.” You lightly scolded the child, his face falling as he avoided his gaze and stared at his bucket.

“Sorry mister Falcon sir.”

Sam grinned as he put the kid down, “It’s alright Andy, I accept your apology. And you can call me Sam. Now how about we take a photo huh?”

All the kids cheered as you pulled your phone out from your cleavage, watching Steve’s eyes widen at just where you hid your electronic device.

“Alright kids, pose like you’re about to save the city!” You snapped multiple shots, the kids breaking into different stances with their idols. Sam offered to take a picture of you next to Captain America, and after much convincing from two particular seven year olds you allowed him to oblige. You pulled out one of your guns and stood back to back with him, both of you laughing at the absurdity of it all. After he had finished capturing a few memories for you the group went to separate.

“Alright kids, we’re losing candy time and we still got hit up the rich people before we head to Miss Hill’s house for her Halloween Party! So tell the nice men goodbye and move your butts!” The kids nodded at your order, hugging the men and saying thank you.

“Miss Hill? Like Maria Hill?” Steve asked, you nodding.

“Yea she’s having a party, we worked together briefly and have stayed friends ever since. You know her?”

“We’ve..uh heard of her parties before.” The blonde smiled tightly, your bright smile making his pulse quicken.

“Cool beans well small world! If you’re in the neighborhood stop by yea? I’m sure she won’t mind! And I wouldn’t mind seeing you again blue eyes.” With a small flirty wave in Steve’s direction you were gone, moving to catch up with Hana and Andy already ahead in their trek. You came to a stop when you realized Liam wasn’t with you, turning your body to motion him with a “come on” motion. He held up a finger to you and you sighed, pointing to your nonexistent watch.

“Pssst! Mister America!” Steve crouched in front of Liam, who had called him over and was now digging through his pumpkin vigorously. You had turned your back, not wanting to intrude on their private moment, missing your cheeky nephew pull out one of your business cards from his plastic treat holder.

“What’s this?” Steve whispered, Liam’s eyes glinting with mischief as he smiled broadly in your direction. Thor was speaking into his comms link while Sam edged closer to the two to eavesdrop. Which wasn’t hard because Liam hadn’t quite mastered whispering yet.

“That’s my aunt’s number. You’re her favorite and she thinks you’re a total hottie. My mom says she needs to fall and love and get married so her womb doesn’t shrivel up and she dies alone with like eighty nine cats. So if you like her you should ask her out. She likes coffee and pink roses but hates bad breath. And A-holes who don’t use their blinker! Okay, bye!”

Sam saved his laughter for when Liam was long out of range, racing to grasp your hand as you walked away with the rest of the kids. Steve only smiled warmly at the slightly crumpled card.

“Dude I need that kid as my wing man.” Sam was shaking his head when Thor came back to them. “Nat have news?”

“Yes she believes they found the location of the Arsonist’s next target.”

With that the three men were back on the mission, their moment of carefree fun over. That was the whole reason they were in the neighborhood patrolling as it were. There had been six massive fires over the course of the last two months, all with the same cause behind them. They had gotten a letter earlier that day saying that the arsonist, Mr. Ash, yes that was what he had chosen to go by, would be striking this very evening. The team had split up to cover more ground as Nat and Pepper worked back at the tower to crack his pattern and thus tracking him down to his next target to apprehend him. They had all agreed to go to Agent Hill’s party in celebration after they caught the asshole, but now Steve was more determined than ever to make sure they made it. Even if it was just to see you again.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

“Come on Ant, you got this!”

“Yea you can do it!”

The kids cheered you on from the front porch of Maria Hill’s home, the large basin of water and floating apples the only thing in front of you. You gave them a wink before putting your hands behind your back. Quickly finding your target you felt the cold splash of chilling water hit your senses as you dove after you prize, the kids clapping loudly as you emerged victorious. Biting into the tart granny smith you stood up wiping your eyes and smearing some of your mascara in the process.

“Pretty impressive stuff there Y/N.” Your vision adjusted to the figure of Maria, who was holding out an orange solo cup and a towel to wipe your face, which you happily took.

“Helps when you have your own cheerleading section.” You shrugged, taking a large gulp of the apple cider that had been mixed with fireball whisky. The alcohol burned your throat for a second as you weren’t expecting that much to be in it. Note to self, don’t have too many of these. She laughed and handed you your apple back, taking the slightly damp towel from you.

The five of you wandered into the spacious house where you could see everyone in costume, loud party music blaring through every room of the house, kids and adults alike playing games like Sorry and Pin the head on the Zombie. The rooms were all lit in different eerie colors, streamers and scary window clings decorated the house. There had to be at least 60 people here, and that wasn’t including those bobbing for apples or playing yard Jenga outside.

“Hey Ant Y/N look!” Liam pointed to the large T.V screen, you turning your body to face it and feeling your entire body go rigid. “It’s the Avengers from earlier! They were the real deal!”

Your eyes widened in shock as you instantly recognized three of the men from earlier, albeit their perfectly authentic suits were just a bit charred, they still looked incredible. And you looked like The Incredible Idiot. They were exiting a building that had been on fire, Thor holding a screaming man while Steve and Sam went to help put out the flames with the local fire department. You were pretty sure your face could give the warehouse a run for its money with how hot you were. You swallowed hard at the questioning look on Maria’s face, opting to just pull your phone from its hiding place and shoving it in her hand once you pulled up the photos.

“Holy shit Y/N, you didn’t tell me they were…” She tried to cover her escaping giggles with her hand as you began looking for a rock to climb under. She especially found the picture of you and the very real and very handsome Steve Rogers to be absolutely hilarious.

“How was I supposed to know Maria?! They were like the fourth group of Avengers and I was completely done with the whole thing by group two!” You whined, sitting down in a large overstuffed recliner with an ungraceful thump. This was single handedly the most embarrassing moment of your entire existence. And that was saying something. You had once forgotten to wear pants to school your sophomore year of high school and had to loan a pair of god awful gym shorts from your best guy friend at the time. They did not smell clean and didn’t match your bright orange fall sweater. It was also Winter, and the shorts were two sizes too big. You never thought anything would top that. “I’m just going to die here now.”

Needless to say between finding out they had met their actual heroes and all of the candy, the kids were absolute beasts to put to bed. Maria had been kind enough to let them crash on an air mattress in a spare room upstairs when your sister and brother in law texted saying they were running a bit behind. They had won first place in the costume contest at their party, so they were celebrating a little longer than intended. When you realized your plans had changed, you had opted to have a couple more drinks. It’s not like the absolutely attractive earth savers would actually show up.

“Heeey the party still going on?!” Sam’s deep voice came bellowing through the house while you were draining your third drink, nearly choking as the three Avengers from earlier, and an extra few including the one you had dressed as entered the living room. You quickly dodged your way into the kitchen, wondering silently if you could fit in the very tiny water heater closet and they wouldn’t even know you were there. You listened as the room gave them a round of applause, finally reaching your “fuck it” meter for the night and pouring yourself another drink. You were never a lightweight, but the effects of the booze would at least keep you from being a total freak when you came in contact with them.

“Y/N you’re still here, how fortuitous!” Thor clapped loudly causing you to jump and sputter into your cup. You steeled your nerves and turned around and felt your face pale for the second time that night. That was a habit you didn’t need to be forming.

“So I am.” You pretended to shrug in indifference, a small shy smile on your features. “You guys were pretty great out there tonight, thanks for catching that asshole and saving that family. Guess that’s why Stark keeps you around huh?”

“Well it’s isn’t because they’re pretty to look at, but everyone’s a critic. Tony Stark. Hi, great to meet you.” The man wearing a simple “This is my Halloween costume” tee shirt approached you, you smiling wider and shaking his extended hand. “I see you’ve met my coworkers. Wilson told me about the names you called them tonight, they were great. Mind if I steal them?”

“Oh umh, um, no not at all!”

“Great, because I was going to regardless.” He winked and moved to the side, allowing you to introduce yourself to Clint and Natasha, who shook your hands with happy chuckles.

“Nice arm.”

“Thanks, made it myself.” You winked at the woman who shook her head at you, Bucky coming up with to stand next to Steve, giving you a once over.

“See Barnes didn’t I tell you? She made you look good for once!” Sam slapped the quiet man on the back, earning a glare from his otherwise stoic face.

“Shut up Wilson.” Bucky responded, rubbing the back of his neck. “But yea, you actually look pretty great. I can see why Steve here was all bent out of shape thinkin he wasn’t going to see you again tonight.” Came his gruff reply, his blonde friend groaning and jabbing an elbow into his side. “Ouch. What where you’re throwing that thing Punk.”

You brought your vision to look at the handsome Captain, wondering if it were possible to drown in his blue eyes. You felt yourself smiling, your eyes crinkling as you took a step closer to him, watching him swallow hard. “Awwwh. Did you miss me Captain?”

“Are you kidding? He’s the whole reason why we had to work double time at tracking the arsonist down, just so he could see you.” Sam grinned, running to hide behind a very amused Tony as Steve contemplated murder for the sixth time that evening. “He wouldn’t shut up about you boo..”

“Mister Sam… Falcon…sir?” You were never so thankful for a child in your entire life. All of you turned to look at Andy who stood alone in the kitchen doorway, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. His wings were long since off of him, you knowing full well with his thrashing the cardboard and hot glue would not withstand the rage of a five year old with constant night terrors.

“Yea buddy it’s me. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

“You have a nightmare again Andy?” His teary nod at you had you placing your cup on the counter, leaning down to motion him to you. He hurried into your arms, you effortlessly picking him up, taking your silver arm covering off to allow yourself more range of motion as you cradled your sobbing nephew.

“Shhh you’re okay my dude, I’ve got you.” You muttered, listening to him cry uncontrollably into your neck, the evidence of his emotions soaking into your skin. “Tell me what you dreamt.”

“It was AWFUL Ant!” The boy exclaimed, pushing off of you slightly to look at Sam, tears still stinging his eyes. “Yo…you guys..didn…didn’t make it…out and the the building..” He started crying again and you felt the whole room melt around you.

“Hey Andy it’s okay see, we’re okay though.” Sam whispered reassuringly, asking you without words to take the child, which you gave him over with a nod. “See look, no harm done.” He let the little boy place his chubby hands all over his face, brushing over the soot and ash that had stuck to the man’s skin.

“…but what about smoke infal..mathc..ion? Momma says you can…di..die from too much smoke infalmathcion.” The brunette boy hiccupped at Sam, and you didn’t miss Tony’s huge smile at the kid’s difficulty at pronouncing big words.

“We’re gonna be fine. Don’t you worry. Takes a lot more than nasty smoke to take out the Avengers, don’t you think?”

“Y..yea! You guys are the best in the whole galaxy!” Andy cheered, as if he hadn’t had a complete meltdown just moments prior. Sam smiled back at him, turning his head to mouth a simple “I’m gonna keep him.”

You were almost tempted to let him, until you remembered he wasn’t yours.

“Hey there’s my little love bug!” Your sister cooed from the hallway, stopping for no one as she reached for her son, eager to hold him.

“Uh honey…” Your brother in law motioned to the group of super heroes, her face reddening as she looked at Natasha and Clint, who looked back at their doppelgangers with wide eyes. Tony and Thor howled with laugher as the pair took an extra step apart from each other as they took in your sister and his costumes. “I never thought we would meet like this. Man no one is going to believe me at the office on Monday.”

“Of course they will, you’ll have proof!” Tony belted, motioning for Maria to come and take pictures of everyone. You all elected to stand on the front yard, your sister going to drag the sleepy kids out of their slumber so they could be a part of it. After many different poses and many different phones later, everyone seemed happy with their captured memories.

“Night night Ant Y/N, sleep tight. Don’t let the bad guys bite!” Liam joked, the two of you breaking into your secret handshake.

“And if they do, I’ll beat them til they’re black and blue with my shoe!” You called back, hugging Hana and waving to Andy who was already nearly passed out in his dad’s arms. He gave a half wave back, all of their figures fading into the distance as they swam through the sea of parked cars.

The rest of the party cleared out a bit later, you staying behind to help clean up the apocalypse level mess in Hill’s house.

“You’re really great with kids Y/N.” Steve held the trash bag open as you piled cans and cups into it, meeting his gaze with a grin.

“Only because they’re related to me.” You admonished, the large man chuckling as you continued about the living room, you both being the only ones in there while the others helped take down decorations in the other rooms and outside. “Listen about earlier, I’m sorry if I may have seemed a little forward. I had no idea it was actually you and I’m not normally that flirty.”

“Ah I see. Well if it helps I’m not offended.”

You shot your head up to look at him, arm mid swipe to push more cups into the trash bag. “You’re…not?”

“Nope. Especially knowing I’m a total hottie, and your favorite. According to Liam anyway.” Your voice died in your throat as the man lost in time actually had the nerve to wink at you. You placed the cups in the bag, coming up to your full height to stare at him. Your feet were burning from the whole night in heels but you’d be damned if you backed down now. You didn’t know if you wanted to kill your nephew or hug him until he complained about it.

“Oh really? Well then can I ask you out for a cup of coffee sometime?” You spoke lightly, question almost coming out in a whisper on account of your nerves.

“Sure, I’ve got no plans in the morning.”

“Eleven work? I’ll be dead with a hangover until at least ten.” He laughed at your honesty, reaching to pull out his phone so you could type your number in. You procured your phone from its warm resting spot, taking extra care to slow your movements. Steve actually looked away from you after staring for a beat or two, his ears the same shade of pink from earlier. Cute.

“As long as we can yell at a-holes who don’t use their blinkers, sure.” Hug Liam it is. “There’s a café on 23rd and maple by the tower…”

“Queenie’s?” You finished, smiling brightly at Steve who nodded back enthusiastically. “Then it’s a date Cap.”

“Yep,” He pulled you into a surprising yet warm hug, you nose breathing him in and taking note that he smelled exactly how you thought he’d smell. All masculine and deep and smooth and rough and your brain stopped trying to think of good words to use. He offered to walk you to your sister’s house, a pensive look washing over you as you looked at the clean living room.

“What about saying goodbye to the others?”

“What, like you’re never going to see them again? Not if I can help it” He mentioned nonchalant, another blush sweeping over your face as he bluntly admitted to seeing you more than once. You only nodded, accepting defeat as he put his arm around your shoulders to keep you warm on your walk home, not that you needed it with the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

A short fifteen minute stroll of content and happy chitchat about yourselves later you were at your sibling’s door, finding the spare key in a ceramic frog just along the edge of the fish pond that sat on the left side of their stairs.

“Well this is me, see you at eleven hundred?” He smiled at you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Eleven-hundred. Pleasant screams Y/N.” You outwardly giggled at his pun as he pulled back, turning towards the street and walking away with a noticeable pep in his step.

Take the kids trick or treating your sister said. It will be fun she said.

She was right for once.

End

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Avengers Asks

I was tagged by the spectacular @takadasaiko, who clearly knows where my weaknesses lie!

(I would literally put Tony for nearly every single answer on this list, so I had to try real hard not to do that.  Someone appreciate my sacrifice.)

1. Which Avenger would you recruit to help plan your birthday?  I feel like Clint has the kind of wacky mindset that would lead to an awesome, pizza-filled birthday!

2. Which Avenger would you switch suits with for a day?  Either Falcon or Iron Man.  I WANNA FLY!

3. Which Avenger would you like to train with?  Hmmm... I’d honestly like to do all of them, but if I had to choose one... okay, I can’t choose one, I’d go with Nat or Steve.

4. Oh no, you need help! Which Avenger would you call if you’re in trouble?  Tony, absolutely.  He’s my hero.

5. Uh oh, you got arrested. Which Avenger were you with?  Tony (and probably also Clint).  Okay, let’s be real, there’s a whole posse of them.

6. The Avengers are playing basketball. Which Avenger would you pick first to be on your team?  Sam, because I’d be willing to bet he’s played before and he’d be good at it.

7. You’re trying to make your ex jealous. Which Avenger do you pretend to date?  If he was single, Tony.  Since he’s not single, either Sam, Bucky, or Thor.

8. You’re out for a good time and need a wing man/woman. Which Avenger do you pick for the job?  Honestly, most of them would do a good job, they’re awesome like that.

9. You woke up with a hangover. Which Avenger did you get drunk with?  Thor.  Boy can drink.

10. You’re going on a road trip. Which Avenger do you ride with?  Tony, he’s gonna have the best car and the best tunes, and probably snacks hidden everywhere.

11. Your favorite band is having a concert.  Which Avenger goes with you?  Carol!  She’d be so fun!

12. You’re going shopping and need a second opinion. Which Avenger do you trust to help you pick out outfits?  Nat, her taste is flawless and she wouldn’t let me buy anything that I looked bad in.

13. Your parents want to meet up with one of your friends. Which Avenger do you take to meet your parents?  Rhodey or Sam, because they’re adorable and charming.

14. You get injured on a mission. Which Avenger would you trust to be in charge of your care?  Bruce!  He’s got that legit medical training!

15. Your room is a mess. Which Avenger do you pick to be your butler and clean your room?  I’m pretty sure that not a single one of them could be persuaded to buttle for anyone.  But I bet Bruce has those good organizational skills that would come in handy.

16. You wanna play a prank on the team, but need help. Which Avenger do you pick to help you prank the rest of the team?  Oh please, we know Clint’s mind is built for this kind of thing.

17. Time to buy Christmas presents. Which Avenger is the easiest for you to buy for?  Bucky.  Gonna get that boy a super soft scarf and mittens, so he’s got something soft and warm to touch all the time because he deserves it.

18. You’re going on a mission, but only one other person can go. Which member of the team do you choose to go with you?  Tony.  Because fave.

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Chasing Time

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: this baby is outta control and I’ll just leave it at that lol

Words: 1,300

With time constantly ticking by, the reader decides it’s finally time to start a family. With or without a man. So she recruits one of the Avengers for assistance. But how exactly will that pan out for them? (Part 11 of my series - Chasing Time)

Tony promised to stay as long as you needed him to; which eventually came in handy a few days after Christopher had been born. To your, oh so gracious, surprise; you were sitting on the living room floor as he rested on his back against a large blanket you’d set out for him. Everything was normal, he was smiling, and happy, as usual. Until he started to yawn and let out a very loud and audible sneeze.

That was it. That was all it took for Christopher to lift the entire coffee table with his mind. Your son had telekinesis, and you were starting to freak out as you pushed the table back down on to the ground. To make matters worse, he started screaming because you’d returned it back to its original place. But as you leaned in to pick him up and comfort him he quickly turned to metal, and you were unable to lift him from his spot on the blanket.

He giggled at your sudden struggle, and complete look of panic. Which only caused him to levitate off the ground and into your arms to soothe your nerves. You carefully held him to your chest, standing up and tiptoeing lightly to the lab in fear of causing anymore powers to make a sudden appearance until you laid him down on one of the beds. “Friday, tell the guys to come to the lab; it’s an emergency.”

Steve, Tony and Banner rushed in at full speed, but were dumbfounded when they saw you were fine. “What’s the emergency?” Tony asked, looking between you and Christopher as you stood there nervously watching the baby.

“Did you notice anything weird about my pregnancy that you never told me?” You smiled, calmly, as sarcasm dripped from your voice.

“Uh, is this a trick question?” Tony fumbled, half expecting to get a lecture for something he didn’t even know.

Only confirming your situation, Christopher hiccuped and levitated off the bed in front of you. Just as you went to grab him, though, he turned back into metal again and fell hard on the mattress without a scratch.

“What is that thing?” Banner freaked out, backing up to the door.

“It’s a baby,” Steve admitted, shrugging, as his expression turned to confusion.

“Is he, though?” You genuinely, thought, turning back to Tony.

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Tony blurted out excitedly as he took a few steps closer to your son.

“Excuse me? My son is levitating things with his mind, including himself, and turning into metal. Is this supposed to seem normal?!” You panicked, wondering what you’d just gotten yourself into. A baby was one thing, but a baby with powers was a lot to take in.

“Aren’t you even remotely interested in finding out what all he can do?” Tony questioned, stepping in front of your son as he lifted his arms and gave him a full once over. He looked like a normal kid.

“He’s a baby; I’m pretty sure the only thing he should be doing is pooping, peeing, and screaming his lungs out. This is a whole different ballgame,” you corrected, shaking your head. Leave it to Tony to enjoy every minute of this.

Without warning, Christopher coughed and you flinched in anticipation, but when you looked at your son nothing was any different. You breathed a sigh of relief until you noticed Steve start to jump frantically over to the sink. Apparently his sleeve had caught on fire for no apparent reason, and Christopher giggled at his father’s inconvenience.

“Help me,” you begged Tony, grabbing him by the shirt as you peered into his brown eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweet heart, I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, trying to get you to calm down from your hysterics.

“Wait a minute,” Banner spoke up, taking a moment to think. “Levitation, metal, spontaneous combustion,” he started putting things together in his head before he broke out in a fit of laughter.

“What’re you babbling about?” Your voice was anything but happy at his outward expression of emotions.

“Your son is Jack Jack,” Banner choked out, trying to catch his breath. “Which means Tony is Edna!” He was full on crying at this point at his own realization.

Steve was completely in the dark because he had never seen Incredibles 2. Tony was pleasantly pleased with the reference, and took it as a compliment. You on the other hand were still trying to figure out how exactly you were going to take care of a child capable of so many things when you had no powers of your own. Motherly authority would only get you so far.

“Looks like that suit might have to come a little earlier than expected,” Tony thought allowed to himself before grabbing a pen and paper. He scratched down a few ideas before ending up on the computer.

Just like Edna, he’d gone for an alternative; so if things caught on fire there’d be something to put it out. Other than that, he tried to make sure that the suit would prevent any and all of his powers from showing.

Steve pulled you to the side, away from everyone else, and you could tell in eyes that he felt sorry for what he’d done. “Listen, y/n, I know you’re probably freaking out, and you’ve had a lot to take in recently. I just want you to know that if you need anything at all, I’m still always going to be here for you.” His offer took a weight off your shoulders that you hadn’t known was there, but it also meant that you two would have to spend even more time together if he was helping.

“Okay,” you accepted, but you had to get something off your chest first. “But I don’t want you to be there for me; I want you there for Christopher.” The clarification may have been small, but it held a lot more meaning. You could make it on your own if need be, but Christopher would always need a father figure in his life. Especially with so many powers, he would undoubtedly need someone who could help him through all of it. Who better than his own father; Captain America? He had been through enough to guide his son in the right direction.

Before Steve could respond, Tony came out from the back of the lab carrying a teeny tiny suit in his hands. “I’ve done it,” he said, proudly, coming over to Christopher as he went to put it on him.

When he looked down, though, Christopher was gone, and halfway across the room on the floor with his foot in his mouth. Apparently he didn’t want to change out of his onesie. As Tony came closer to him, still holding the super suit, Christopher screamed at the top of his lungs, and multiplied across the floor.

You looked at all of the screaming baby’s, unsure of which one exactly was your son before looking at Tony. “Well, that’s unfortunate.”

“Looks like it’s back to the drawing board,” Banner quipped, rolling his eyes at how out of hand this situation was getting.

“Not quite, I thought this might happen.” Tony assured them all as he pulled a bottle of milk from his back pocket and held it in the air. Just like that, the crying had stopped, and Christopher was giggling out of control as he levitated himself to try and grab it.

When Tony moved it away from the baby he gave him an angry look and teleported it into his hands, sucking happily. That’s all it took, Tony was able to slip the outfit on your son. As much as Christopher struggled, he couldn’t get it off, and, to your surprise he was back to being a normal baby.

“You’re welcome,” Tony winked at you, crossing his arms across his chest as he gave your son the look of approval. “I have never been so excited to be a godparent in my entire life.”

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Warriors || Peter Parker Imagine

Note: Hello everyone! After watching Far From Home I got inspired to write again so here we go! This will definitely have a part two. I hope you all like it and as always, feedback is grestly appreciated! Just in case, some Far From Home Spoilers.

It still felt like yesterday, a fresh memory. Every time you tried to fall asleep you'd have flashbacks and see Tony's face, about the battle.It was your first time in a battle, Tony had taken you under his wing after he returned from space after your parents had been affected by the snap. He got to care a lot about you and it was reciprocated. You were a technopath and who better to help you figure out your powers than someone like Tony who was full of technology? You stayed with him at his small loft by the lake, helping him out while Pepper was resting during her pregnancy. That's when you noticed that he kept a picture of him and Peter Parker by the kitchen, almost hidden. You missed the boy so much, his rants, his stutters, his personality...That's why at school you covered for him as much as you could master, everyone went along with it and Ned was one of them because he took it as a sign that you had Peter's back, not because he knew you knew, but because he thought you had a crush on him as well, which wasn't far from reality but who wouldn't? Only MJ knew about your crush and because she says it's quite obvious.

You were at the art classroom finishing an Iron Man mosaic when MJ leaned close to you, "Do you want to find out what they are being so secretive about?" She asks as she looks at Peter and Ned who were whispering.

"Probably about the summer vacation" you shrug off and proceed to take the circled piece of tile that was meant to be the reactor to place it on your work.

"I'm gonna find out" she says and stands up.

"No, MJ!" You whisper shout at her and sighed. Ever since you confirmed that you liked Peter MJ has been trying to get you two together but with Peter's random disappearances and all it was hard.

You eye them and Peter is quick to hide a piece of paper from MJ's eyes and you arch an eyebrow. He was nervous, he was stuttering and Ned was covering for him when he ran out of answers. After a few seconds, MJ returns.

"They are planning something. Ned says they are going to collect spoons like old ladies" she says and you giggle.

"Boys. They can't make up for lies" you giggle and MJ smiles.

"That looks nice" you gasp and drop the tweezers recognizing Peter's voice behind you, he chuckles at it. "Sorry I didn't meant to scare you" he says as he rubs the back of his neck, a faint smile on his lips.

"Oh, no. It's okay" you say as you turn halfway to him. "And thank you…" you say softly. "I wish he could be here to see it. He used to tell me that I would lose patience putting the pieces together and end up throwing everything" you say with a small laugh.

"Sounds like him" Peter says and you both laugh before you both stop. There was silence for a moment around you two, everyone else had left the classroom. "I miss him too."

"And he missed you" you say and unconsciously reach to place your hand on top of his in a comforting matter, after you realize it, you were afraid of taking it back. "He had a picture of you two" you say and Peter smiles softly, his eyes watery as were yours. "He would find a cheap excuse to hold it. He would pretend he was organizing the shelf, sprayed water at it and then cleaned it up" you giggle. "You were one of his biggest motivations to join the plan" you voice, because Peter Parker deserved to know that much.

"I was?" He asks, not believing you.

"Yeah" you smile and give his hand a soft squeeze. He turns his hand and is now holding yours, no words said. He just holds it and looks down at it. "I know he is happy knowing that you are okay…" you say and that's when Peter used his sleeve to brush a tear, and you feel one rolling down your cheek as well. You both stay silent in the room, filled with too many emotions at the flashbacks your minds were bringing to you. "I tried...I tried to save him. I tried to control the blood pressure to keep him alive but…" you sobbed and Peter reached to pull you close. Your other power that came very handy when it came to battles? Blood manipulation. It was too dangerous though, so you only used it in extreme situations, life and death situations.

"Shhh, I know. I know" he whispered into your hair, his voice cracking as well. "You did what you could, it wasn't your fault…"

Days after you were at Venice with your class. During the trip Peter and Ned tried to do something that didn't quite worked out by the looks of it because on your way to the hotel, if it could even be called that, they were whisper shouting at each other about something. "We will meet at the Da Vinci museum at 3pm! So let's get settled" your teacher said and you all groaned. You went in a small group with MJ and Brad to take picture with the pigeons, Betty, Ned and Peter following close until they all went their own ways. You were walking through the local stores looking at the different merchandise until you notice Peter walking out of one of them and you walk to him.

"Hey" you say and he jumps.

"Oh, oh! Hey! What...are you...doing?" He asks as you both start to walk.

"Just looking. What about you?"

"Oh, I-I got lost" he says and chuckles. "I ran out of battery so I was looking for a charger" he says as he taps his phone with his hand.

"Why do you need a charger?" You ask and he chuckles. "May I?" You hold your hand out and he hands you the phone, you look at the battery percent and in a few seconds it starts to raise until it is 100% again. "You're welcome" you shrug and hand it over to him.

"I always forget about that superpower of yours" he says and chuckles.

"Yeah. Thank Tony for that. Remember how you found out about it?"

"Of course" he chuckles. "There was a malfunction in my first suit and Tony asked you to check the source and when I asked how if we didn't have the systems and you just hacked into it."

"Remember when while doing that I activated the instant kill and you started screaming at Karen to not do it? Your other legs were inches away from my face" you laugh and he does so as well, until the ground starts rumbling beneath your feet.

"What is going on?" Peter asks as he looks around, and that's when you both see it. A giant water creature was coming out of the water. "Y/N, go!" Peter starts ushering you away.

"No way! Let's go!" You take his hand and he pulls it away.

"I have to save those people. Get the others to safety" he says and you nod your head but when you do, you let out a whimper. Your hand quickly goes to your head, the other one following and you yelp. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"I don't know! It's like...too many signals.." you wince.

"It's probably everyone taking out their phones to record it" he says and looks around quickly. His hand reaches for your waist and pulls you close, "Hold on tight" he says and before you know it, he is pulling you up with him to a tower and then to another one before hitting the ground. "Get everyone to safety. I'll go check that out."

"No, Peter. Wait-!" And he was gone.

"Peter?" You ask as you open up your dorm to meet the knocks on your door, it was late at night already. Peter's eyes were red and puffy, he had been crying. "Come on, what's wrong?" You pull him to your room, make sure there is no one else around that could have seen you two before shutting the door.

"I can't do this…" he sobs and you frown. "I am not sure if I can ever do this…"

"Peter, what are you talking about?"

"Everyone is asking me if I'll be the new Iron Man. Fury just…he told me I wasn't ready for this and he is right. I'm not...I'm just a sixteen year old boy. I can't be the next Tony…"

"Hey, no. You can do this" you say as you sit on the bed and he joins you. "Its okay...Its okay…" you whisper to him. "You are not ready to save the world, but who is? Nobody saves the world without thinking of their life first. And nobody can be Tony. You are your own person, you got your own ways to do things…" knowing that he was one of the few known heroes left that was an official avenger was weighing on his shoulders too much, it was obvious. He felt like all the responsibilities were falling on him one by one and he isn't ready for it. He explains what was going on with the Elementals, meeting Mysterio, and Fury's call.

"You did the right thing to walk away from there. You don't have to feel bad about it…"

"The world is in danger, that last thing is going to attack on Prague next and if that battle is lost…"

"I'll go with you" you say quickly. "There has to be something I can do. Some technology I can use…"

"No, no, no. I need to keep you safe" Peter says quickly and then his eyes widen. "You and the others safe. You and Ned safe. You and the rest of the trip safe" he says quickly and you shake your head.

"Peter, if you get hurt I can help. There has to be something-"

"You don't need to worry. I said I wouldn't do it. They have Mysterio, he is a pretty strong guy and Fury understood I-"

"Fury doesn't understand anything" you cut him off and Peter frowns. "And he was wrong about Tony being wrong about making you an Avenger. I think it was the first time he didn't hesitate on doing something and if he did was to protect you." You look down at Peter's hand, he was playing with a case. "What you got there?"

"Oh, its EDITH" he says and you arch an eyebrow. "Mr. Stark left them for me…" he opens the case and you see the glasses. "The message in it just-"

"For the next Tony Stark, I trust you" you read the small card. "See? He wouldn't have given you those if he didn't know you'd do the right thing" you say and Peter just stares at them with a frown.

The next day you were apparently upgraded and had been scheduled to go to Prague by the travel agency. You shared a look with Peter and this all screamed Nick Fury and you sighed. Couldn't Peter take a break? You were waiting for Fury to call you up for a job as well but, like Tony once said once he found out you were interested in Peter, Fury doesn't need to call you, all he has to do is call in Peter and you'd be there. This also worked vice versa according to Tony but you only saw it as a way that Peter would always protect people, never have you thought it could be based on his feelings for you, if he felt that way. After getting back on the bus with that 10min break for gas, you noticed Peter shuffling in his seat more than usual so you move forward to reach the open spot besides him.

"Y/N, no standing when the bus is moving! Have you seen how sharp these turns are!?"

"Sorry, Mr. Harrington!" You say and drop besides Peter. "Hey!"

"Oh! Hi!" He says with wide eyes trying to hide his nervous smile and failing.

"You okay?" You ask and notice he is wearing the glasses. "They look really good on you."

"Oh, thanks" he says and smiles before his eyes widen. "No! No! Edith that's not what I meant!"

"What is going on?" You ask as you eye him.

"Brad has a picture of me that nobody else needs to see and I asked Edith for help but she is just setting him as a target and I don't know how to cancel it because now it thinks its a threat and-"

"Why didn't you tell me!? I could delete the picture from-"

"No. No. No. I don't want you to see the picture!" He says and raises from his seat and groans.

"Peter, come on. Is it a nude or something?" You laugh before pausing. "Wait, if it is a nude, how did he get it?"

"It's not it, Y/N" he groans, his cheeks turning a soft pink. "It's different...Much worse."

"Oh, come on. Let me do it" you say and raise on your chair too and stare at Brad before you close your eyes. You were now inside the codes of Brad's phone, looking for the photos section and you slowly started to sit back down to not lose concentration and to not look weird while at it.

"No! Y/N!" Peter shook you and your eyes went wide as you gasped. "What? Did you see it?"

"No, I didn't! You cut me off!" You hit his arm.

"Sorry. Sorry! I just need a distraction. I can hold the drone off" he says as he stands again.

"Parker! Sit down!"

"Look! Baby goats! Mountain baby goats!" Peter and you say together and everyone moves to a side of the bus. Peter takes the chance to jump through the bus emergency exit on top, shoot his webs at the drone and hold it back. As soon as he does that, you furrow your brows as you look at the struggling drone before you make it explode. Just in time, Peter is back in the bus.

"There wasn't anything there" Mr. Harrington said sounding disappointed.

"Sorry that was a rock...It looked like a goat…" you say and everyone glares at you and you drop back on your seat.

"Alright. Let's try that again.."

"Let me do it."

"No" Peter says and you roll your eyes and look forward.

"I don't know which one is worse, the Opera or fighting a fire elemental in Prague while a carnival is going on" you say as you wait for Fury to give instructions.

"I'm sorry you two have to pause your trip schedules, but the world needs you." Mysterio says through the earpiece.

"Yeah, well. I hope we don't get called afterwards cause I'd like to go somewhere that Fury doesn't kidnaps us."

"Are you all in position?!" Fury shouts into the earpiece and you scream.

"Oh my God, Fury keep it down!"

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud to you? Because your trip whining is not."

"Ouch" Peter says on the other end.

"That was so rude" you shake your head. "Let's get this over with" you say.

The fire elemental comes out from under a fountain, and Peter gives in the signal quickly. You stop all the rides from functioning and people start coming out of them and running away. Mysterio is attacking the creature with whatever those green triangles were, and it reminded you of Doctor Strange for a moment. Could they be linked? Most probably.

"We can't let it get to the ferris wheel!" Mysterio says and your eyes shift to it.

"There is nobo-" your eyes widen. "Damn it! Pet- Spiderman! There is people on top of the wheel!" You groan as you see Betty and Ned calling for the Night Monkey, known to you as Peter Parker.

"On it!" Peter says and you shift your gaze to one of the bumper cars to make it move beneath the ferris wheel so Peter could bring Betty and Ned down to it and drive them off.

While Peter was at it, that electrical wave of pain hit you once again. The same one that had come to you when in Venice and the water monster was coming out. You let out a small yelp of pain and hold onto your head. "Y/N, are you okay!?" Mysterio asks and your head starts spinning.

"Y/N, what's going on? What are you seeing?" Your eyes shut tightly and you yelp in pain.

"Too many signals...I can't push them away" you groan and all you can see are different codings. Attack, target locked, green, fire, heat...sequence number three, repeat...and next thing you know, everything fades away, and you drop to the floor.

"This happened to her the other day in Venice too, but she didn't black out…" Peter said in the distance and your eyes slowly open realizing you were back in your hotel room.

"What happened?" You ask and Peter spins around, he had been chewing on his nails before he did and he rushed to you.

"You passed out…" he says.

"Did we-?"

"Mysterio kicked that things ass" Ned says happily and you sigh in relief.

"What the hell were you doing on that ferris wheel? You were supposed to be at the opera."

"Betty dragged me out…" He started but Peter interrupted.

"This is the second time you get those kind of pains while on this trip" Peter says and your gaze shifts to him. "Is it the ground elevation? Maybe there is something in the air-"

"No. It's not that" you assure him and sit up, Peter helps you. "It's like...too many signals at once, and no, they are not from phones or towers. It's different…They are full of codes..."

"Maybe the Elementals have some technology on them?"

"No. I don't think so. Mysterio would have told us. He knows Y/N can tap any device..."

"It was so many frequencies…" you say as you fidget with your fingers. "The first time in Venice..It was lighter, but now it was too much. Like everything was attacking me."

"Do you think it's possible that you may get affected by the signals differently? Like a virus?"

"I don't know…" you say and run a hand through your hair. "I need some air, can you come with me?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure" Peter says.

"Okay let me change" you say and reach for your bag on the floor and start pulling your shirt off yet notice the boys still in the room. "Um, guys...out!" You say and they both stumble off making you giggle.

"I hope you don't mind I invited MJ" Peter says as you two walk out. "She was worried."

"Hey" MJ says as you meet her at the lobby. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Just a bad headache. Like, really bad."

"Good thing Peter was there" she says and your eyes widen at her and Peter's eyes widen.

You three stroll on a bridge talking and then MJ had to come out with one of her comments.

"So you two" she starts. "You thought we wouldn't notice?"

"Notice what?" Peter stops in his tracks and you nudge him.

"Sneaking out, being shady like Brad calls it. I don't know how nobody else has noticed. It's pretty obvious."

"Um...what is?" You ask.

"Oh come on, Y/N. You and Peter?" Your breath hitches. "You two are going out."

"What? No! I mean, yes! Out of the hotel, out with you guys." Peter rants.

"We are not together if that's what you think. That's crazy and you know it" your eyes widen at MJ who is enjoying her effect way too much.

"Then...how else would you explain you two disappearing?" You can hear Peter's breath hitching. "I mean, there is another theory, it's been twice now. First at Venice, now here. And you know what they have in common? The Elementals were there" she continues and your heart is about to beat out of your chest. "You are Spiderman and she is your sidekick" and you are both dead.

"No! Not at all! Have you seen how clumsy Peter is? Plus that was the Night Monkey!"

"I was sick remember? My tummy hurts so I had to leave the Opera-"

"Sure" MJ scoffs and pulls her backpack off and pulls out a piece of metal. "So Night Monkey and Spiderman uses the same webs?"

Your eyes widen at the object, feeling the same wave from the other times. "Peter-" he was too busy ranting his ways out of MJ's suspicions. "Peter!" You groan. "That thing...it has the same waves…only weaker…" Peter turns to you with wide eyes.

"Can you get into it?" He asks and MJ eyes you both curiously.

"I think so…MJ put it down."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just trust me, put it down just in case" and MJ does that. Peter places a protective arm in front of you after you all take a few steps back. Your eyes close and tap into the system. "It's the same…" you say as you navigate in it. "There's like a projection code…"

"Y/N what the hell-?"

"Shh" Peter shushes. "Can you bring it up?" He asks and you nod your head. Seconds after, the piece of metal shakes and sounds come out of it before it shows the projection. Your eyes open and you all take another set of steps back. There was an Elemental of some sort, wind it looked like. It was screeching and moving around as if trying to catch something and then, the green colors appeared. "What the-?"

"What is that!?"

"Mysterio?"

You quickly look at Peter and he starts shaking his head. "What did I do..?"

"Mysterio is a fake" you say and almost growled at the thought.

"Does that mean those things are fake?"

"Looks like it…" you turn to Peter. "What's going on?" He was running his hands through his hair, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I messed up...a lot..like bad."

"Okay so what exactly did you messed up?"

"I, uh" Peter looks at you and then back at MJ. "I'm Spiderman."

"I'm his sidekick...kind of" time for the truth to be known by one more person you guessed...

"Wait, are you serious right now?" Peter and you nod your heads quickly. "Obviously now I know but...you can tap into things?"

"Technology, yes."

"Are you really sure this is real? I can't believe I was right. So that means-"

"Okay so we can later answer all your questions but right now, we need to go." Peter says.

"What did you messed up?" You ask Peter ad you three run back to the hotel.

"I gave EDITH to Mr. Beck."

"You did fucking what!?"

"I'm sorry! I thought that was what Mr. Stark wanted me to do. Find the new Iron Man and-"

"The message was meaning you, you idiot!" You smack his arm.

"I'm sorry! You are not helping!"

"I'm sorry too but oh my God how could you! He was leaving his legacy to you, you dork!"

"I have to go to Berlin and tell Fury that Mysterio is a fake."

"I'm coming with you. I can sense when those drones are around."

"So what's your name again?" MJ asks.

"I, uh, I don't have a name yet" you say quickly. "I don't need one really, nobody can tell I'm the one doing the things. I mean, they can see me with my eyes closed while I do the things but they can just think I'm crazy" you shrug.

"Nick Fury is going to kill me" Peter says and starts taking off his shirt right in front of you and your cheeks heat up and so does his. You just stare and he smiles faintly. "Um…"

"Yeah. Sorry." You turn around and so does MJ. As you do, Ned shows up on the door.

"Peter...your costume looks great...for the costume party...at the palace…" Ned tries to lie.

"She knows" Peter and you say at the same time again.

"Oh" Ned says placing his hands on his hips.

"We are gonna go to Berlin to let Nick know about everything. Mysterio is a fake" you tell Ned as you pull your hair up in a ponytail.

"But he saved us, he saved the world."

"Fake." MJ says.

"I need you to tell Mr. Harrington that May called that I'll be staying with some family in Berlin" Peter says to Ned.

"What about Y/N?"

"I went with him."

"I'll just say you two lovebirds wanted some time alone." MJ says and smiles at you.

"You and I? Serious conversation when I make it back!" You say to MJ who just shrugs.

"Remember about the plan, Peter!" Ned says as he is helping you sit on the window so he can take you up.

"You guys are seriously still looking for spoons?" You ask as you swing your legs out of the room.

"Yes! I mean, no. Come on" Peter's hand goes around your waist and pulls you both up with his webs.

"Peter take a break" you squeak as he flings to another building.

"We are almost there. I can take it."

"I'm not lightweight and we have been at this for 30min. Take a break" you insist and he sighs before landing on top of a ceiling.

"I can't believe I messed up so bad."

"Yeah, I can't believe you did" you say and he looks at you and you smirk. "You know, you are still human, you have to mess up."

"Yeah, but not like this…" he frowns as he takes his mask off.

"Black looks really good on you, you should consider it for other suits."

"Uh, thanks...I guess I will." He says as he looks out at the view. A small breeze was touching you both, it was so peaceful. The weather was nice there, not as it should be with the sun burning so bright. "Hey…"

"Yes?"

"So about the plan…"

"Don't worry, we will kick his ass with his own drones. Leave it to me."

"No...not...that plan…" he rubs the back of his neck.

"Please don't tell me you want to make a stop at a shop in Berlin to look for your stupid spoons" you say and chuckle.

"Not that either" he says and chuckles as well. He shakes his mask on his hand and fidgets with it. "I had this...plan I wanted to tell you about for a while...I-I just couldn't find the right moment…"

"And now that we are taking a break on top of a building on our way to tell Nick Fury that Mysterio is a fake while he is probably on his way to beat us was a right moment?" You tease and he stays silent. "I'm sorry, go on…" you wanted to know what had him so nervous.

"I just...Ever since we started going to the same school and you found out about me and I found about you, I really started to care for you, like, a lot."

"I care for you too, Peter" you reach for his hand and he squeezes it.

"It's just...I don't want to put you in danger, I care for you so much and you are so important to me, Y/N...I didn't tell you before because you not knowing how I felt would keep you safe but it's pointless…" he takes a sharp breath and you can feel the cloth on his palms damp, he was sweating. "I really like you, Y/N. Like, like like. And I-um...I-I just had this plan to take you somewhere romantic and say it but then the Elementals happened, well not happened because they are fake, but then Mysterio showed up and-"

You place your hand on his cheek and lean forward to press a firm kiss on his lips. You can feel his wide eyes looking at you, his body was frozen, poor boy didn't know how to react to it.

"Oh...that felt nice…" Peter says as he pulls away.

"Want to try it again?" You ask playfully and it felt like you have given the keys of a candy store to a kid by the way his face lit up.

"Uh- Yeah. I do" he says and you lean forward again. You part your lips and lip lock with his. One hand of his shyly moves to your hip, "Is this okay?" He asks as he pulls away.

"Perfect." You whisper and lean back in, his lips were soft against you own, moving so slowly against them. You didn't want to get carried away and scare him, so you let him choose how he wanted to kiss you. Your hand goes around his neck and scratch the back of his neck softly as he tilts his head to the side, his tongue running along your lower lip and you sigh. You move closer to him and his hand holds your hip tighter, the kiss increasing intensity. "As much as I like this…" you mutter as you pull away.

"I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I'm so sorry" he said quickly.

"Hey, no" you pecked his lips and caress his cheek. "I liked it. A lot…" you admit and he chuckles. "But we should keep going. We can talk this through afterwards, shall we?"

"Oh. Right. Fury and Mysterio. Gotcha' " you giggle and he stands up, helping you stand and when he does he pulls you to him and you giggle. Both of his arms go around you and he kisses your lips one last time. "Hold on tight." Your arms go around his neck, legs around his waist before he takes off again.

"The projection, is all an illusion. These drones have weapons so that would explain the damages left on buildings. The people that were hurt, all were illusions" you explain to Nick and Maria.

"So all of that was fake?" Your heads nod. "That bastard" Fury groans. "So we have to keep a close eye on him. Who else knows about this?" Peter and you stay silent. "I said, who else knows about this!?" Silence. "Kids, you do know that anyone else that knows is in danger. This is not a game. For the last time, who else-"

"He is here!" You interrupt. "The waves...they are back…" Peter moves to your side as your hand holds your head.

"I'm sorry but what the hell do you mean he is here?" Fury asks.

"Y/N gets affected by the waves of Mysterio's technology. Its too much for her." Peter says. "I can sense him too."

"I'm sorry, but isn't she supposed to be the one to help us with these things?"

"Yeah but too many-"

"Then why did you bring her?!"

"I don't know why it has that effect on me!" You say interrupting the two and you look at Peter. "I think Ned was right. Mysterio probably created some kind of wave that would stop me from using my powers against his drones. It's the only way...If he knew about my powers before…"

"Then he has planned this from before…"

"Can some-" There is a loud blast that sends Fury flying and everything around you starts to fade.

"Oh no.." you mutter.

"You two are so naive...It is a shame I need to get rid of you so quickly…" Mysterio voice is heard and you straighten up. Everything turns black and you reach for Peter's hand.

"It's not real…"

"Is it? Let's try that out shall we?"

The room lightens so brightly you have to cover your eyes before it's dark again. "Peter!?"

"Y/N!?"

"You two are good kids, the perfect match, both of you so smart yet so clueless."

"It's not real, it's not real" you shake your head and close your eyes. You try to reach for one of those signals, it was as if it was calling you and you were walking over that signal.

"Tony Stark didn't warn you about those consequences, did he? Of how if someone knew about them they could just push you away and block your powers?" Something hits your stomach and you are sent flying backwards and you hit a wall and you scream.

"Y/N!" Peter shouts and you hear footsteps.

"You are a technopath, Y/N. Your power has one weakness, if you tap into a corrupted technology, it can hurt you. Like a virus. It can ruin your mind entirely…" Just like Ned had suggested.

"Y/N, stop! Don't do anything!"

"And you Peter. You are just a kid, an immature, hormonal teenager that-" you cover your ears and close your eyes. You make a connection with one of the drones, you see the coding flashing before you at incredible speed. You are looking for anything that can make those illusions stop. You find a code, something about black surroundings and you shut your eyes tighter and erase that format from the drones system and you hear a small blast. You open your eyes and there is an opening a few feet above you. It worked.

"Having fun with the coding there, Y/N? All this trouble and you still got so much work to do...You still haven't reached your powers peak" Mysterio says and your eyes fly open. You see Peter on the floor upside down and you run to him.

"Peter!" You shout and slide besides him and when you reach to touch him, your hand goes right through him.

"It's so funny" Mysterio says with a chuckle. "I thought Fury was joking when he said that I only had to call one up and the other one would show up. I only wanted to kill one of you at first but because of you being each other's weakness, now its the two of you."

"Leave us alone!" You tap into another drone, faster this time and have it fly to a side and hitting two more with its guns.

"If you two were good enough, maybe Tony would still be alive…" You scream at the sight of the Iron Man armour crawling to you, then another one above you. The armour of the one crawling comes off and you see Tony half flesh, half in skull and you shake your head and crawl backwards before you fall. It felt like falling into an abyss, and you hear Peter's voice calling after you until you suddenly drop, a loud thud, the jolt of pain surging through your body making you scream in pain, unable to move. You can still hear Mysterio's voice very faintly, his laugh, his words, until suddenly the black surroundings started to fade with a blue wave. That was when you found yourself in an abandoned building, Peter away from it with Mysterio at his feet, Fury talking to him.

And just when you thought this was over, Fury turned into Mysterio again. You stood up with struggle and tried to make your way to Peter yet failing. "Peter!" You shout but a train had hit Petet and you scream. Your eyes squint at Mysterio as he approaches you, blood boiling inside of you, and there was only one thing to do even if you haven't tried it a second time. Do the same thing Mysterio did to your blood but to his.

"What's wrong, Y/N? You are worried for your boy? Don't worry, if he makes it it will take him a few days to come back home." Mysterio says as he approaches you. Your fingers start to curl as you glare at him.

"Peter trusted you" you say and you both start to move in a circle, facing the other.

"Immature from him, just a few days and he gives the most expensive piece of tech with such great power to the first person that shows empathy" he scoffs and your fingers curl again, by this time, his blood pressure should be increasing.

"Maybe you are the immature one here. So many people looked up to you and you were a fake" you stop. "Let's see how fake your blood is" you say and your eyes turn a bright red. Mysterio's face expresses confusion and just then, your fingers tighten on your palm and he starts to choke on his blood. You take steps forward as he kneels down, "Not so tough now without your illusions huh?"

"What are you doing!? You are crazy!" He spits some blood out and you grin. You take in a deep breath to increase the blood coming out, just in the final moments you are hit on the head and knocked unconscious.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman imagine #far from home imagine #far from home #spiderman: far from home #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu imagines #mcu #(mine) #(warriors) #(imagines)

[thehollowprince]

Endgame - Tony Stark

WARNING: MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT!!!

I figured I’d start with Tony, because as anyone who follows me, or has seen my blog knows, I do not like this character.  This movie is no exception to that, in that I wasn’t a big fan of what they did with his character in here, but there were moments I actually did like.  So I’m going to make a list of what I liked and what I didn’t about his character and then some thoughts on his overall arc throughout this movie and the MCU in general.

I will try to keep the dislike section away from being blatantly “Anti Tony” but I make no promises.

Also, these lists will have bits from other characters that were a part of the main six’s journeys, so just keep that in mind.

Fair warning, the likes section is probably going to be a lot shorter than the dislike list, which won’t be too long either.  The Russos kept their word in that the Avengers from Infinity War that took a back seat were given more in this film, but Tony was still in it a bit too much for my liking, especially with how everything played out.

With that out of the way, let’s do this.

LIKES

Morgan Stark 

Pepper’s Iron Woman suit

Tony and Howard

“I am Iron Man”

Rhodey and Pepper being by his side

Proof that Tony Stark has a heart

Let’s start with what I liked about his story arc in Endgame.  I loved Morgan.  His daughter was adorable and he had a great little relationship with her, from what little we saw of it, away from everyone (left) and living in a cabin in the woods.  The whole scene where he says “Shit!” not knowing his daughter is sitting right there was hilarious and precious all at the same time.  Add to that the fact that she blackmailed him into getting her a treat for her silence and my heart was won.

How he acted with Morgan was a great shift in his character from all of the previous movies and I’m assuming it had something to do with having a biological child, as opposed to this whole concept a good percentage of the fandom likes to pretend is a thing (”Irondad”), but more on that later.

Pepper’s suit that she wore at the end was amazing.  I loved it so much better than any of the other IM suits used throughout any of the movies, and I loved during the epic battle at the end how well the two fought together.  Plus Pepper being included in the big Girl Power team-up at the end of the fight is the stuff of legends.

As anyone who followed me over this last year knows, I’m not a fan of Tony’s (and his fandom’s) constant need to blame everything wrong he ever does on a combination of things, one of which is his relationship with his father.  This is probably the most screen time Howard got in any of the movies and I did love that Tony used it to connect with his father over something they now have in common - having kids.  It was nice to finally see Tony put aside all his issues and recognize that his father was a human being.  Also, Jarvis being there was amazing!

More on this in the Dislikes section, but Tony’s response to Thanos’ “I am inevitable!” line being “I am… Iron Man.”  It was a nice callback to the first movie and the comics and I’m glad they ended his character on that note.

As he lay dying, which I didn’t take nearly as much pleasure in as I thought I would, I did like Rhodey and Pepper being there by his side, and Pepper’s little speech to him, telling him he could rest now, which was a nice callback to earlier in the film where she asked him if he could rest if he didn’t help.  As much as I don’t like them together, it was a touching moment to see him die with his wife and partner at his side.

The wreath with the original arc reactor put on the lake was just a nice touch, in my opinion.

DISLIKES

Nebula

His return to Earth

The Five Years Later

Still building suits

His superiority complex and attitude in general

His treatment of Scott Lang

“Do you trust me”

The constant quips and sarcasm

Peter Parker

One

His funeral

Okay, this one might upset people, but I did warn you.

For starters, I did not at all like the way they (The Russos) had Nebula act around Tony while they were on the Guardians’ ship.  Granted, they did a lot of character assassinations in this movie, but this was one of the ones that stood out the most to me, especially given how she treated everyone else throughout the rest of the movie, with her usual disdain except for her sister and Rocket.  Having her be so kind and nurturing to him just felt like something out of a fanfiction by someone who worships Tony but never saw any of the Guardians of the Galaxy films.  Though, I will admit, having him in his dying moments open his eyes to see Carol blazing in to save him and then her setting the ship down like it was nothing was pretty spectacular.

The moment he’s back on Earth, he just starts in with his bullshit again.  I’m sorry, but blaming Steve for the epic loss that they all faced was such a childish move, but that’s become something of a staple for him.  Blaming all of his problems and failures on someone else, even when they’re not just his failures.  It’s always someone else’s fault, because self-reflection isn’t a strong suit of his character, nor is his capacity to let it go.  Him standing there and yelling at Steve, as if everything was entirely his fault because Ultron blew up in his face and his “suit of armor around the world” didn’t pan out the way he wanted was such a dick move.  We’ve seen how Thanos and his forces dealt with Wakandan technology, which we all know is better than Stark Tech.  So for him to think that the Ultron Project would have even been able to stop Thanos, especially once he was armed with the Infinity Stones is pure hubris and I’m sick and tired of it.

The five years later scene, particularly when Steve, Scott and Natasha come to him for help after they thought up a way to fix it all, just made my blood boil.  I know no one wants to admit this, but Tony didn’t lose anyone in the snap.  And no, I’m not counting Peter as someone close to him, because up until the scene where Peter went poof, he’d been nothing but disdainful or outright neglectful of him.  The three that showed up to ask for his help lost everything, and while it is understandable that he didn’t want to lose what he now had, his outright dismissal of them was infuriating.  Especially when you factor in that he had to have his ass handed to him, and watch everyone else lose their loved ones before he finally put aside his ego and settled down with Pepper.

Even with the world decimated, he still can’t stop with the suit building?  Seriously?  Sure, it came in handy later when Pepper donned it for the big fight, but he was working on that before Steve and Nat even showed up.  He wasn’t preparing for the fight, he was just doing what he always does and feeding his addiction to those suits.

Another thing that bugged me about them coming to him for help was his whole attitude about it.  Not only how dismissive he was to Scott, but since when is Tony an expert on quantum physics?  There was no build up to that, no mention of it before, and it just smacked of something they threw in there to try and find a reason for Tony to rejoin the Avengers for this final film.  Between Scott and Bruce, and with Rocket’s brilliance and Thor’s knowledge of Asguardian science, they should have figured it out.  But no!  We had to have the Tony be the one to save the day.

You’ll get a theme here about my dislikes all being related to the blatant fan service of those who worship Tony Stark.

In regards to the way he talked to Scott throughout the entire film - I didn’t like it.  I didn’t like his dismissive attitude or his constant barrage of insults.  Scott Lang is probably one of, if not the, nicest character in the MCU and he doesn’t deserve to be treated like that by some bored billionaire with a grudge.

The “Do you trust me?” line was aggravating as hell.  Anyone who watched these movies knows that Tony doesn’t trust his teammates, or even treat them with basic respect half the time, and given how he acted to Steve upon his return to Earth, and how they left things at the end of Civil War, I think the addition of that line was a slap in the face to any of the people who loved Steve’s character over the years.

The constant sarcasm got old about seven or eight movies ago.  At some point these writers and producers have to realize that being a sarcastic asshole isn’t really a personality, despite how much they try and pretend it is.  It’s 2023 in this movie, which puts Tony over fifty.  It’s way passed time to just let it go.  He doesn’t always have to get the last word in.

I am not a fan of all of this whole "Irondad" farse that so many people have fallen for. The few times they've interacted at all, Tony has been either outright dismissive, if he even pays attention to him at all, so for Peter to come back and that hug to take place, not to mention Peter crying while Tony was dying bugged me. We've seen absolutely nothing in the MCU that would support this behavior aside from blatant fan service.

Tony looking over and seeing Strange holding up his finger (not the finger I would have chosen) to indicate this is the one time in 14 million that they stopped Thanos annoyed me.  Not the fact that Tony got the stones for that final snap, but the fact Tony was even able to touch them.  Before anyone comes for me, I’d feel the same way if it had been Steve or Clint or T’Challa or Sam or Bucky or whoever.  One of the things we’ve been shown throughout the MCU was how damn powerful those stones were.  Hell, the Power Stone killed almost everyone that ever touched it, with my understanding being that humans would have been disintegrated on contact.  But someone, Tony Stark, the middle-aged man was able to hold all six Infinity Stones and perform a snap?  I mean, sure, he died in the end, but he shouldn’t have been able to do it at all, especially when we saw how using the Stones nearly killed Thanos, who has been proven to be vastly stronger than so many of them, Tony included.

I also really didn’t like the funeral.  Yes, it was nice to see his friends and family there, but the further back they went, the more I kept questioning “Why?”  Why were all those people there?  The Bartons and the rest of Team Cap and that random kid behind them?  Carol?  Some of those people barely had any interaction with Tony, if at all, and suddenly they’re all there to mourn him?  I don’t know if the whole thing was supposed to be an homage to the fact that an era has ended in the MCU, but the whole scene left something of a sour taste in my mouth.

FINAL OPINION

Anyone who has followed me over the years knows that I don’t really like this character.  It started out with mild dislike, but then just snowballed into outright hatred, so this film, which managed to pull him back even if only a little, helped me remember some of what I originally liked (read: didn’t hate) about the character. 

The whole Tony exiting the MCU thing by having him sacrifice his life just reeked of fanservice and RDJ’s heavy-handed negotiation skills.  It’s been a constant in every movie he’s been in, except Homecoming, that he has to have the big emotional climax.  This film marks the fourth time that Tony has decided to leave superheroing behind, and at this point, it’s just become a gimmick.  Even though this time he is confirmed as dead, I don’t really feel all that bad for the character because of MARVEL’s insistence in putting him in movies where he wasn’t needed and I’m sure they’ll find a way to bring him back somehow for future installments.

This character could have been so great over the course of the MCU, but the writers just stuck with the same tired old tropes and put them on repeat, even up to the big heroic sacrifice in the end, which fell flat to me because he already had more than one of those.  Those being his flying of the nuke into the wormhole back in The Avengers, and then his destruction of all his suits in Iron Man 3.

They tried this so many times already that it lost it’s uniqueness for any of those who are invested in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

#just my thoughts #tony stark #avengers: endgame #endgame spoilers