#“look at this billionare with daddy issues and feel sorry for him!”

[hurtcomforted]

imagine that, in the first avenger, before pre-serum steve's training montage, we get a flashback with sarah rogers to explain his perseverance. imagine that when he goes to save bucky and after losing him, we get flashbacks to them as kids.

imagine that, in civil war, instead of (or along with if that's what it takes) more of tony's daddy issues we also get to see little steve with sarah to also understand him better.

imagine we get more of steve's backstory.

[starker-filth]

Starker Prompt Fill

This is a fill for a promt that @spadestorm696 sent me. About 3/4 of the way through I remembered that this was supposed to be an AU so let me know if you have another AU prompt that I can fill for you. Sorry about that! And thanks for the prompt again, you really got the creativity pumping.

Also shoutout to my loving and insanely supportive boyfriend for dealing with my obsession and being my beta for this fic 💕

Without further ado:

Congradulations

It was supposed to be the best day of Peter's life so far. He graduated at the top of his class and got to make his valedictorian speech with Aunt May in the crowd and his secret billionare boyfriend sitting proudly beside of her. Said boyfriend had been planning a grad party for him for nearly a whole semester that everyone wanted to attend. He couldn't blame them one bit, even the kids who hated him, who could turn down a penthouse party at the top of Avengers Tower?

Everyone knew Peter had an internship with Mr.Stark, but that was all they knew. And that was supposed to change the night of his grad party. They had talked about it for weeks, and once they told Aunt May about their unconventional relationship, even though she was reluctant and apprehensive, the three of them concluded that going public wouldn't receive any worse backlash than what Tony, Iron Man, and Spiderman had already dealt with from the press.

So why was Peter hiding in Tony's room, tears staining the expensive suit that the older man had bought him for this special day?

"Kid, it's your party and you can cry if you want to, but you gotta tell me what's wrong." Tony sighed as he walked into the room, dark and shadowy with the lights off and the shades drawn.

Peter used the back of his hand to wipe his face as Tony sat next to him on the bed, hand raising to cradle the back of his head.

"It's nothing, it's stupid." He shook his head.

Tony sighed and shifted to look Peter in the eyes.

"Nothing that makes you cry is 'stupid,' baby boy. Now spill,"

"It's just... Flash is being such a dick. It's been worse since he found out he was second in class rankings." Peter sniffed and his eyes lifted to look at the older man. "He's been saying stuff... like stuff about you. And as soon as he walked in he made a joke about me sucking your dick to get the party, and valedictorian. And now we can't even come out now, because everyone laughed at his joke and he was right. He took my whole day away from me and it's not fair."

Tony cleared his throat to cover up the predatory growl that almost slipped.

"Which one is Flash again? Stupid name, by the way."

"Purple polo... Weird nose... Backstreet Boys fauxhawk," but before Peter realized why Tony was asking, the older man was stalking out of his room toward the loud music and chatter.

Horrified, Peter chased after him but it was too late, Tony was already grabbing Flash by the collar and asking for his name.

"Uh... Flash... Sir. Flash," Peter's will to stop Tony evaporated when he saw the hilariously frightened look on Flash's face.

On cue, the music stopped playing and everyone turned to look at the host of the party.

"Listen kid... Flash... You've gotta get your superiority complex in check. Peter's smarter than you, he's nicer, he's way better looking than you... I guess that's beside the point but still true... He's better than you in every facet of existence and just because you can't handle it doesn't mean you can act like a total ass monkey and ruin his fun." Tony was practically foaming at the mouth, gripping onto the shaking kid by his shirt and Peter had never been so turned on in his entire 18 years of life.

"Mr.Stark I promise I- I don't know what you're talking about. Peter's my friend, we're-"

"Kid, don't." Tony let go of Flash but kept speaking, "I don't know what your issue is, mommy and daddy don't love you enough, your big brother got all of the attention, whatever it is I don't give a shit. You don't treat people like that, especially not Peter. Security?" Tony finished, stepping back to let one of Happy's men escort Flash to the elevator.

Peter's body moved without any thought toward Tony, and before he knew it he was fisting the lapels of his suit and crashing their lips together in the most chaste kiss his horny teenaged body could handle.

Tony was startled but he wrapped his arms around Peter and didnt pull away until he heard Ned woofing and MJ whistling obnoxiously.

"Thank you," was all Peter could come up with. His brain felt fried, he was torn between being worried about his impulsiveness, being horny, and being totally and completely in love with the man in front of him. Tony could tell he was at a loss for words, and cleared his throat before grabbing Peter by the hands.

Tony snuck a glance around at all of Peter's peers, and was relieved to find more cheesy grins than disapproving faces, though the preppier kids did nothing to hide their dismay. He internally shrugged and took a deep breath.

"Peter," their hands were still joined as Tony continued, "I'm crazy for you. Literally out of my mind for thinking someone so young, and sweet, and perfect in every way would ever want to be with someone as damaged as me... and my reputation."

Peter chanced a glance away from Tony to look over at MJ and Ned, who looked identical, covering their mouths and sporting literal heart eyes as they watched.

"Today we planned to tell everyone here that we're dating," said Tony, looking around the room, "but I can't do that anymore."

Peter's heart sank. His brows furrowed and his lip began to twitch and quiver at the thought of his world as he knew it ending. It all seemed like a waste now, the long nights spent spilling their conflicted feelings, the months of getting to know each other's ticks and triggers, all the information in his head that would be completely useless now - Tony's passwords, his favorite colors, his shirt size, the cologne he liked best. The love that they grew from a seed into a thriving plant, it was wilted, as was Peter.

"I can't date you anymore, Peter." Tony crouched down as he shattered Peter's heart. "We've been together for a year and a half, Pete, it's time that I commit to something other than my work for once in my life."

Then Peter realized that he was on one knee, and one of his hands had ceased holding his own to shuffle around the pocket of his shiny blue pleats. In disbelief, he looked over to MJ and Ned, the latter was crying and the former was fanning herself dramatically.

A little gray box appeard in Tony's hand and he reluctantly let go of Peter's other hand to open.

"I love you kid, will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

Peter coudn't speak, just nodded as tears threatened to fall from his eyes for the second time that day. Tony slipped the silver and black band around Peter's shaking finger and stood up, grabbed Peter's face in both of his hands, and kissed him. They both reveled in the feeling of being open with their affection for one of the first times. Tony sighed in relief against Peter's soft, smiling lips and Peter melted into the comfort.

Soon they were surrounded by May, Ned, MJ, and a bunch of other kids Peter couldn't bother to care about at the moment.

"Peter if you don't let me rock a sick pantsuit as one of your groomswomen I'll never speak to you again."

Peter was excited to plan the wedding and involve his friends and Aunt May, but that was the last thing on his mind as Tony led them to his room.