#mcu tony: behavior

[gunsandspaceships]

Behavioral Analysis (Navigation)

Which Tony is the real one: RDJ, Good boy, Stage vs Backstage, Why we fight, Alter Ego, Kid, 16 years old, 17-18 years old, 21 years old, Big man in a suit of armor, Badass Motherfucker, Gryffindor 1, Gryffindor 2, Stealth mode, Sakaar, "Villain", Abuse, Revelation, Torture, Mary Sue?, Flaws

He is not a narcissist and his self-esteem is not high: Easy test, Lack of ambition, Not High Self-esteem, 616 Low Self-esteem, More of 616, No NPD, Quotes, Self-confident?

He is an introvert: Jon Favreau commentary, MCU, 616, Socially awkward, Absent-minded

And didn't like to party: Big post, And he just said it himself, Why did he go to them

His natural habitat: a Lab

Details about his childhood: Facts, Own will, Inner child, Bravery, When he met Rhodey

He is actually a very strange billionaire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Comfort, Chores, Wallet, Not a businessman, Communism

Tony's masks: Iron Man, Iron Man 2, The Avengers, Iron Man 3, Age of Ultron, Civil War, Homecoming, Infinity War and Endgame

Tony sometimes says things about himself that are the opposite of reality: "I'm fine", Drinking game, "Playboy", Joke about bathroom in the suit

Reaction to mistreatment: Intro, Part 1, Part 2, On hold

Food, Not a vegetarian, Cooks among G6

Heavy sleeper: Proof, Nightmares, Best places to sleep, Little Spoon

Tony is a dog at heart: Why, Saint Bernard, Cat person, His animals

But 616 is a panda

Snow Man

Crisis Management 101

Fight or Flight

Old Tech, Nostalgia

Barrel of Monkeys

Space

Tony vs Thanos

Hugs

[hawkguy-n-pizzadog]

Me rambling about my observations of Hawkeye and his dynamics with others ↓↓↓

See, it's not that everyone has gotten a turn to hate Clint hawkeye Barton. It's that everyone's gotten a turn to not stand the guy. But unless your the villain type, hate is a strong word. But it's the best word in the english language to use when being annoyed by him. In actuality everyone loves Hawkeye/are partial to him. Because he's the eternal underdog and easily slots into the "annoying younger brother" archetype.

Seeing Hawkeye succeed is like heroin in terms of how satisfying of a feeling it is. He's extremely good at being extremely resourceful, so any way he succeeds against an adversary is going to be so interesting to witness. A generally regular guy in a room full of overpowered or genetically altered individuals,he seems unimpressive until you realize he had to make it where he is now for a reason. The reason being, he's a "freak of nature" too. He's just the kind that's more "down to earth" and more relatable to the general working class. Growing up in a circus was an idea that died off LONG ago but it's still more relatable than being a multibillionaire that's genius enough to do whatever he wants AND be a good guy (hi Tony Stark) Hawkeye is money insecure and not anything close to a chosen one and THAT'S his "super power" without perceived privilege or power he flies under the noses of the enemies that ought to particularly watch out for him. And then they still might think his victory was a fluke.

His allies can't stand him because he's fundamentally unserious as a person. Earnest to a fault except he's always checking for week spots in the way you feel about him. And with how insecure his family life was growing up it's no wonder. He'll keep track of what makes a teammate his teammate and if he respects you he won't be upfront about it but he'll internalize your opinion.

His friendship with Steve Rogers is inherently healthy for the both of them but unless you KNEW them you 100% wouldn't think that. Power dynamics and arguing and teasing. But they never stopped being allies to each other. THEY get it. Plenty of things go unsaid between them but if either of them loses the other it's a gaping wound of a loss. They're best friends in a very specific way that allowed them to get under each other's skin nearly unnoticed, or at least, mutually unnoted.

In instances where Tony gets Clint they're as thick as thieves too. But otherwise Tony's in the same perspective as anyone else who claims to practically, basically hate him. When he's gone, maybe dead, they realize a little too late that they genuinely like him, and it's too late to act like it.

Bucky Barnes can't stand Hawkeye. He thinks the guy being annoyingly insecure while simultaneously having too big a head for what he's capable of to be a blight on his psyche. But I'd argue they're friends too. UPS and downs, there's an unsaid mutual respect and minor distain between them that make their relationship what it is outside of their mutual friends (Natasha & Steve)(and Tony too tbh)

People will always hate Clint for being annoying as hell. Because annoying is a skill Clint's finely tuned and cultivated all his life. It's his version of espionage. Just as the exact opposite of clandestine secrecy. It's in your face abd taking up your focus right until you realize you should've been looking so where else but by then he's already gone. Clint's demise is that he's prone to running away or hiding on the off chance anyone looks at him and his a little too closely for comfort. Petulant and startled.

Man I love Hawkeye.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[hainethehero]

This is what I mean when I say the anti-Steve Rogers hate is annoying because why every time I come across a tiktok/post about Steve/Captain America, I have to see Tony stans 🤣

You can very easily see that it TRANSCENDS fanfic and socmed platforms because they actively go out of their way to make sure everyone knows what they think of Steve. And almost 100% of the time, they're Tony stans.

YOU WILL NEVER SEE A STEVE FAN DOING THIS. (And if u do, it's one-off comments, not spam)

I'm a Tony fan, I love him in almost every version of him across the marvel media, but this level of obsession with Steve has to be studied💀🤣. In tiktoks about Tony, you won't ever find this much comments about Steve to the point where it's spam. But almost all the ones about Cap, the comment section is flooded with hate for Steve.

And all the pro-Tony/anti-Steve bugs that came out of the woodwork for my last post about this? THIS is why discourse is needed and nuanced discussions about the mischaracterization of characters to the point where yall are doing this on posts that aren't even about Tony.

Steve fans will have discourse about the different elements of his character, admit his flaws, and KEEP it to ao3 or tumblr or wherever the discourse is happening.

Tony stans will go out of their way to tell the whole world how much they love Tony and hate Steve and they'll do it wherever and whenever they can. That's the difference between Steve fans and Tony stans (and I use stans for Tony because yall are bordering on cult behaviour.)

N.B. Don't take this personal cos a lot of yall got pretty upset at my last post 😭

[moose-x-tracks]

my good friend just does not have the communist instinct, shes liberal-adjacent and most likely agrees with what i say because she doesn't like conflict, it's fine, she's young, im jsut gonna blame it on the latam fascism creep and her reading VNs instead of theory

[sunshine-lux]

Clueless (ix.)

summary: after the conversation at the aquarium, y/n is practically on cloud nine. but she knows that in order to fully allow herself to enjoy it, she has to make amends with some people. peter on the other hand, is willing to do anything to prove himself to y/n.

pairings: Stark!reader x MCU!peter parker

warnings: light swearing, some innuendoes, mentions of a black eye, peter trying real hard to win back his girl, f!reader. i think that's it!

word count: 9.6k

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Y/N woke up with a smile on her face.

It took her a second to realize why. This was the first time in a long time where things didn’t feel so heavy. Where everything wasn’t a mess of noise and confusion and unspoken hurt. Where it didn’t feel like the world was tilting under her feet.

Everything felt… light. Not perfect. But lighter. Like she finally had room to breathe.

She rolled over in bed and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. A new text was waiting at the top of her screen.

Spideyboy!: Good morning. I hope you slept okay. I know yesterday was a lot. I don’t want to push anything… just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.

Y/N blinked down at it, her smile softening into something smaller. Warmer. She stared at the message for a long second before replying.

Good morning. I did sleep okay. Yesterday was a lot. But thank you. For reaching out. I’m thinking about you too.

She pressed send and just laid there for a moment. Letting herself be still. Letting herself feel good. And for once, not immediately talking herself out of it.

Eventually, she got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready. She threw on one of Tony’s old band tees and her ripped baggy jeans, splashed cold water on her face, brushed her teeth, and pulled on a pair of socks that didn’t match. It didn’t matter. She felt like sunshine.

Padding out into the living room, she yawned and glanced around.

“FRIDAY, where are my parents?”

“Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts are still asleep, Miss Y/N,” the AI responded politely.

Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my god. That never happens.”

She glanced around the kitchen. Smirked. Still high off her mood from yesterday and still floating from Peter’s text. She made a very important decision.

“Alright. Let’s cook.”

Within minutes, the kitchen looked like a warzone. Slightly burnt pancakes were stacking on a plate. There was a bowl of strawberries she only remembered to wash halfway through eating three of them. A pot of coffee brewed in the background, and she managed to pour three mugs without spilling… too much.

She plated everything with way too much enthusiasm, arranging a little fruit smiley face on one pancake and grinning to herself. She wasn’t a five star chef, but she was their kid. And this was love. Slightly charred, but love.

She carried the tray down the hall, nudging the bedroom door open with her hip.

“Rise and shine, best parents in the whole world!” she called cheerfully.

Tony groaned. Pepper cracked one eye open.

Tony mumbled, “Who is she and what has she done with our daughter?”

Pepper smiled sleepily. “Smells like a fire hazard and affection.”

Y/N beamed. “I made you pancakes. They’re not great, but the coffee’s hot and I’m in a good mood. So, you’re welcome.”

She handed off the tray and climbed up to sit on the edge of their bed, stealing a strawberry from the plate and popping it into her mouth.

Tony stared at her, suspicious. “Okay. No offense, sweetheart, but you only ever do this stuff when you want something or when something happened. So what’s up?”

Y/N blinked innocently. “Nothing’s up. Maybe I’m just feeling generous.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh. And maybe I just started believing in the tooth fairy again.”

Pepper took a sip of her coffee and smiled. “Let her be happy, Tony.”

“I’m not stopping her!” he defended. “I’m just… gauging the situation. This isn’t normal behavior.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You guys are the worst.” But she was still smiling. Still glowing.

And for the first time in a while, she didn’t mind being seen.

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Peter sat at the kitchen table, barefoot and messy haired, poking at his toast while the morning sun spilled through the window. A half eaten bowl of cereal sat in front of him. He wasn’t paying much attention to it.

His phone buzzed.

He snatched it up instantly, heart already racing and then smiled when he saw her name light up his screen.

Y/N/N 🐾: Good morning. I did sleep okay. Yesterday was a lot. But thank you. For reaching out. I’m thinking about you too.

Peter’s whole face softened.

He tried to play it cool, but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away completely.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to stop grinning like that unless you plan to tell me what’s going on,” May said from the stove, where she was flipping a pancake with much more grace than Y/N had.

Peter looked up, caught, cheeks tinged pink. “It’s nothing,” he tried. “Just a good morning text.”

May raised an eyebrow. “From the girl who had you blasting Radiohead? That kind of good morning text?”

Peter laughed, ducking his head. “Okay— maybe.”

May turned off the stove and carried a plate over to him, setting it down and ruffling his hair like he was still five. “You gonna tell me what happened or am I calling Ned and getting the real story?”

Peter grinned down at his plate. “I talked to her. Yesterday. At the aquarium.”

May sat down across from him, quiet now. Listening.

“It was in the jellyfish room,” Peter said. “I told her everything. About Gwen. About the gala. About how bad I’ve been feeling for weeks. I just… laid it all out.”

May reached for her coffee and nodded, her eyes warm.

Peter hesitated for a second, then smiled again, more sheepish this time. “And I got her something. A bracelet. It reminded me of her.”

That made May’s face light up.

“God, finally,” she said, setting her cup down. “I’ve been waiting for this boy to pull it together. Do you know how miserable you’ve been? You’ve been moping around this apartment every day for like the past month.”

Peter let out a laugh. “I have not.”

“You literally played How to Disappear Completely every night for a week. On repeat.”

Peter groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Okay, fine. Maybe a little pathetic.”

May reached over and squeezed his wrist. “You weren’t pathetic. You were in love and hurt and scared to admit it. But I’m proud of you, Peter. You let someone see you. And you’re giving yourself the chance to love and be loved. That’s a big deal. I know it’s not easy for you.”

Peter blinked, trying not to get emotional about it. “Thanks, May.”

She smiled. “Now eat your breakfast, loverboy. You’ve got a long road ahead if you’re gonna win her back properly.”

He picked up his fork and smiled down at his plate.

“I know,” he said quietly. “But I think I’m finally ready to try.”

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The elevator chimed as Y/N stepped into it, matcha in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She hadn’t texted Harry she was coming. She figured if he was home, he’d answer the door and if he wasn’t, well… she’d try again later.

But of course, he was there.

He opened the door wearing sweatpants, an old university crewneck, and the faintest smirk despite the very visible black eye.

“You always show up with caffeine and guilt?” he asked, leaning against the frame.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and held up the coffee like a peace offering. “Consider it a thank you. For not blocking my number when I ghosted you for like— what? Thirty six hours?”

Harry took the coffee with an over dramatic sigh. “I was this close. But the coffee bought you some time.”

She snorted and followed him inside, settling onto the couch like it was muscle memory now. He flopped down beside her, propping one leg up and eyeing her sideways.

“So,” he said. “You good?”

Y/N took a breath. “Yeah. I think I am. But I still feel like I owe you… a lot.”

Harry shrugged like it was nothing. “You had a lot going on. And like I said over text— I’m not holding anything against you.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but there was still more on her chest.

“I think I still need to say it though,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, Harry. For… everything. For maybe making you think I felt something more. I never meant to lead you on I just… I really do love being around you. You make me laugh. You make me feel safe. And you were there for me when Peter wasn’t. But my heart’s… always belonged to him. And I’m sorry if that hurt you.”

Harry looked at her for a moment, then smiled softly. “I knew,” he said. “I think I always knew. You were never subtle, Y/N/N. And it’s not like I was some innocent bystander— I offered to be used, remember? Played my role a little too well.”

She laughed, cheeks pink. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But real,” he said, nudging her shoulder. “And honestly? I’m not mad. You didn’t do anything malicious. You were hurt. And I was happy to be there for you, even if it was messy. It’s been like— what? A few weeks since we reconnected? But it feels like we’ve always had each other’s backs.”

“Because we have,” Y/N said. “Even when we didn’t talk. We just… get each other.”

He nodded. “Two misunderstood nepo babies trying to prove we’re not just legacy names.”

“Exactly,” she said, bumping her knee against his.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Harry nodded toward her with a knowing look.

“So… Peter?”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “Yeah. We talked yesterday. At the aquarium.”

Harry’s brow lifted. “And?”

“He apologized. For everything,” she said. “For the gala, the game, Gwen. Even the fight. He said he should’ve kissed me at the party. That he’s liked me since Berlin. He even bought me a bracelet. It’s dumb, but…”

“But it meant something,” Harry finished for her.

Y/N smiled faintly. “Yeah.”

Harry took a sip of his coffee, his tone light but his eyes sincere. “Well. I still think he deserves a black eye. Oh wait.”

She laughed. “You’re awful.”

“But I’m glad,” he added, softer now. “I’m glad he’s trying. You deserve that kind of effort, Y/N/N.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Thanks, Harry.”

He rested his cheek on the top of her head, letting the quiet settle in again. “For the record,” he said after a moment, “if it all goes to hell again, I still got one more good punch in me.”

Y/N snorted into her cup. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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As Y/N stepped out of Harry’s apartment, the late morning breeze hit her with a kind of gentle clarity.

She slipped her headphones on, hit play on a soft, slow playlist, and started walking.

The city buzzed around her. Cars honking in the distance, the clack of heels on pavement, someone yelling about bagels two blocks down but all she could really focus on was the echo of Peter’s voice from yesterday. The jellyfish glowing around them. The look in his eyes. The bracelet still snug around her wrist.

He meant it. Every word. She could feel it in her chest.

But before she could allow herself to lean fully into it— to really fall— she knew she had something else to do. Something she should’ve done a long time ago.

It wasn’t about not trusting Peter.

It wasn’t about jealousy or rivalry or anything ugly like that.

It was about Gwen.

Because Gwen had feelings, too. Gwen had been part of this complicated equation from the start. And no matter how messy it got, Y/N knew she had played her part in that.

She could’ve told Gwen the truth from the beginning. She could’ve admitted that Peter meant more to her than just some old crush she was “totally over.” She could’ve stepped back when things started to get weird instead of using Harry as a shield. But she didn’t.

And if Gwen was hurt then that was on her too.

If Y/N wanted to turn the page, to start something new with Peter… she needed to close the last chapter with honesty. With accountability.

So, she changed her direction.

And started walking toward Gwen’s place.

Gwen opened the door a few seconds later, her brows lifting in surprise when she saw who was standing there with a half nervous, half soft smile and a coffee cup in hand.

“Matcha for me,” Y/N said, lifting her own cup, “and vanilla sweet cream cold brew for you. I guessed based on the sticker on your Hydroflask.”

Gwen blinked, then huffed a small laugh. “Okay… creepy but accurate. You coming in?”

Y/N nodded and stepped inside.

They settled on Gwen’s bedroom floor like teenagers in a sleepover, legs crossed, drinks in hand. There was a lingering tension at first. Not anger, not even bitterness. Just uncertainty.

Finally, Y/N broke it.

“I came here because I owe you an apology,” she said. “Probably a couple of them.”

Gwen shook her head gently. “You don’t have to—”

“No,” Y/N cut in. “I do.”

She took a breath, fingers nervously fidgeting with her straw.

“I haven’t been the nicest to you. And I think I tried to justify it by convincing myself you were the problem— that you were only here to make things harder for me. But the truth is, I just… felt replaced. And instead of dealing with that, I took it out on you. And I let things fester. I stood there and let you walk into a mess that you didn’t even know was already burning down around you. That wasn’t fair to you.”

Gwen didn’t speak right away. She stared at her drink, then finally said, “I guess I always kind of knew there was something between you and Peter. I didn’t want to see it, but… I knew.”

Y/N’s chest sank.

“I never wanted it to become a competition,” she said quietly. “And it wasn’t one. You were never the villain in this. You’re… you’re actually really cool. And smart. And funny. And you deserve better than the way I treated you.”

Gwen’s gaze softened. “I think we both got caught up in something bigger than either of us really knew how to handle.”

“Probably,” Y/N muttered. “But that’s still not an excuse. You didn’t deserve the side eyes and the passive aggressive comments. I was mean, Gwen. And I’m really sorry for that.”

Gwen let the silence stretch for a moment before nodding. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Y/N looked at her hopefully. “Can we be cool? Like… maybe not best friends, but like, not enemies? Potential acquaintances that don’t silently beef over who gets to sit next to MJ at lunch?”

Gwen cracked a real smile now. “Deal.”

They clinked plastic cups in a toast.

And just like that, a fresh page was turned. Not completely clean, but enough to start again.

Gwen looked at her for a moment before speaking, her voice a little quieter. “You were my first friend at Midtown. You were the first person who really made me feel welcome. And even when things got messy, that still counted for something.”

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly feeling her eyes sting. “You’re so sweet…”

Gwen smiled gently. “So are you.”

They both reached for their drinks at the same time and let out small, awkward laughs. And then, without thinking too hard about it, Gwen reached out and pulled Y/N into a hug.

Y/N hugged her back tightly.

When they pulled apart, Gwen wiped her eyes lightly. “Peter’s not the only guy in New York City, you know. I’ll be okay, Y/N/N.”

Y/N gave her a watery laugh. “You’re gonna be more than okay. You’re gonna take over NYU and start a girl band or something.”

Gwen snorted. “Duh.”

They sat back down, and Gwen glanced over curiously. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“For a second there… I really thought you and Harry were a thing.”

Y/N winced. “Yeah. That was… kinda on purpose.”

Gwen raised an eyebrow.

“It was a dumb plan,” Y/N admitted. “Harry and I talked. He literally offered himself as jealousy bait. And I was upset and heartbroken and spiraling, so I said yes.”

Gwen laughed a little, not unkindly. “Well, it worked. It looked real.”

“It felt real, sometimes,” Y/N said. “He’s a really good friend. But I think…” she trailed off, smirking.

“What?”

“I think he and MJ like each other.”

Gwen’s eyes widened. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Y/N grinned. “Opposites attract, right?”

“That’s… kinda genius, actually.”

Y/N nodded. “Though I think it’s gonna be a while before either of them admits it. MJ’s too proud, and Harry’s too… Harry.”

Gwen groaned dramatically. “God, I hope it’s not a repeat of this mess we just made.”

Y/N giggled. “MJ would never let it get that far. And honestly? Harry would probably die if he ever saw her trying to make him jealous with another guy.”

Gwen burst out laughing. “He’d combust on the spot.”

They dissolved into giggles again, and for the first time in a while— everything felt light.

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Y/N sat cross legged on her bed, a bag of chips untouched beside her, phone in hand. For the first time in weeks, she opened the group chat.

The main group chat.

It had been practically dead for the past month— ever since everything got… complicated. But today had been good. Better than good. And maybe it was time.

She sent the first message.

Y/N/N 🐾: we're really gonna act like this chat isn't collecting dust??? tragic.

It took about five seconds before the typing dots popped up.

NED🤠: WE’RE USING THIS AGAIN???

MJ🐛: wow. what a cultural reset.

NED🤠: i literally forgot we even had this

Y/N/N 🐾: omg i hate you guys

MJ🐛: you love us

Spideyboy!: sdo i soryr im slidding down a biulding

MJ🐛: WHAT

NED🤠: BRO ARE YOU TEXTING WHILE SWINGING AGAIN

Y/N/N 🐾: Peter.

Spideyboy!:No…

Spideyboy!: mayb

MJ🐛: you are going to die one day because of this and it will not be our fault.

Y/N/N 🐾: i'm actually gonna block you if you hit a bus mid text

Spideyboy!: Not a bus. Was actually a billboard this time 😎

NED🤠:YOU'RE NOT HELPING YOUR CASE

MJ🐛: someone take his phone. now.

Y/N/N 🐾: siri call tony stark

Spideyboy!: NOOOO

NED🤠: LMFAOOO

MJ🐛: that man will end him

Spideyboy!: ok fine. putting phone away. (just wanted to say hi 😶)

Y/N stared at that last message for a moment longer than she meant to, biting back a smile.

Y/N/N 🐾: hi :)

Spideyboy!: hi Y/N/N :)

MJ🐛: oh my god

NED🤠: here we go again.

MJ🐛: it’s been ONE DAY. they’re already back to being gross.

NED🤠: "hi Y/N/N :)" i’m gonna throw up

Y/N/N 🐾: you’re just mad no one says hi to you like that

Spideyboy!: ok whatever im on patrol now bye

MJ🐛: GOOD. go fight crime and reflect on your corniness.

Y/N/N 🐾: anyway mj shouldn’t be talking rn. i saw that little look she gave harry two days ago. i have EYES.

MJ🐛: do not start with me

NED🤠: LMAOOOOOOO

MJ🐛: i KNOW you’re not laughing. i’ve seen the way you talk to betty

Y/N/N 🐾: bro is not subtle 😭

Spideyboy!: i put my phone away for TWO SECONDS

NED🤠: peter please do your job. crime is winning right now.

MJ🐛: and we’re losing brain cells watching y’all flirt like it’s 8th grade

Y/N/N 🐾: at least we’re cute about it 🤷‍♀️

Spideyboy!: facts

NED🤠: ew.

MJ🐛: hate you both.

Y/N/N 🐾: love you too 💋

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The kitchen was warm and softly lit, the clinking of cutlery against plates the only real sound at first. It was rare for all three Starks to be at the table at the same time— no distractions, no emergency calls, no tech prototypes in arm’s reach. Just food. And each other.

Y/N sat across from Tony and Pepper, her plate half finished but her expression light. She was… calm. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

Tony raised an eyebrow as he sipped his drink. “Okay. Who are you and what have you done with my daughter? You haven’t glared at anyone or rolled your eyes once.”

Pepper smiled, glancing over at Y/N. “She’s glowing. That’s what’s different.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “You guys are being weird.”

“We’re being observant,” Tony said, narrowing his eyes like he was analyzing her. “You’re not stomping around the tower. You’re not threatening to electrocute anyone. Which means either you finally meditated like I told you to… or something’s shifted.”

Y/N hesitated for a second, then nodded. “I went to see Gwen today.”

Both of her parents quieted at that.

“I wanted to talk to her. Apologize, really. For everything that happened.” She twirled her fork on her plate. “It wasn’t easy. But… she was so kind. Way more kind than I probably deserved.”

Pepper’s face softened. “Y/N/N…”

“I told her I never meant for things to happen the way they did,” Y/N continued. “And I meant it. I owned up to my part in all of it, and she—she forgave me. She even hugged me.” Her voice wavered, just a little. “It was a good talk.”

Pepper reached across the table and took her hand gently. “I’m proud of you,” she said sincerely. “That’s not easy to do. But it matters so much. That kind of honesty… it changes things.”

Y/N gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Mom.”

Tony leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “Alright, so you made up with Gwen. You’re smiling at your phone like an idiot. I assume Spider-Boy is crawling his way back into your good graces?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the tiny grin that bloomed on her face. “He’s trying. I’m not making it easy.”

“That’s my girl,” Tony said proudly. “Fear is a powerful motivator.”

Pepper shot him a look. “Tony.”

“What? I’m just saying she’s finally acting like the daughter I raised. High standards. Emotional dominance. An affinity for setting things on fire with her brain.”

Y/N laughed. “I haven’t set anything on fire lately.”

“Well, then I’m slipping as a mentor.”

Pepper shook her head, but she was smiling too. “Just… keep leading with your heart, Y/N. I know it feels messy sometimes, but you’re doing a good job.”

There was a pause. A real, comfortable pause.

Then Tony clapped his hands. “Okay, dinner’s done. Movie night?”

“No horror,” Y/N said immediately.

“Fine,” Tony huffed. “But only if you make the popcorn. And don’t use your powers this time, the last bowl was literally scorched.”

Y/N smiled again— this time, brighter than all the others. “Deal.”

Y/N was curled up on the couch, half watching the movie, half scrolling through her phone. Tony and Pepper were sitting beside her. Tony with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, already snoring lightly, and Pepper half asleep with her feet in his lap.

The soft buzz of her phone made her glance down.

Spideyboy! 9:37 p.m. hey. how was your day? :)

Y/N smiled instantly, her fingers typing before she could think too hard.

Y/N/N 🐾: better than most. how was patrol?

Spideyboy!: quiet night. i stopped one guy from keying someone’s car in queens. real thrilling superhero stuff.

Y/N/N 🐾: lmao congrats. our city is so safe because of you 🫡

Spideyboy!: i have to make sure the city’s safe for you.

Y/N’s smile widened, her cheeks warming.

Y/N/N 🐾:  so cheesy. but i’ll allow it.

Spideyboy!: what are you up to now?

Y/N/N 🐾: movie night. my dad’s asleep. pepper’s pretending she isn’t. i’m texting you.

Spideyboy!: that sounds nice.

Spideyboy!: i really missed talking to you like this. i can’t wait to see you on monday.

She stared at that one for a beat longer than the others. Her fingers hovered, heart doing a tiny somersault.

Y/N/N 🐾: i missed this too. but you do know you're not done making it up to me, right?

Spideyboy!: of course i know. words don’t mean much without actions. i really hope you know i’m willing to do anything to make it up to you. i’m ready to show you how badly i want you, Y/N/N.

Her breath caught a little. She reread the message three times, then typed

Y/N/N 🐾: mm. you’re gonna keep me on my toes, huh? good. i like that.

Y/N/N 🐾: goodnight, spidey.

Spideyboy!: goodnight, Y/N/N.

She locked her phone, a quiet, full smile tugging at her lips. And for the first time in weeks, she wasn’t dreaming of thunder or heartbreak. 

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It was Sunday afternoon, and Y/N was lying belly down across her bed, a velvet scrunchie holding her hair up, while MJ lounged backwards in her desk chair, spinning lazily with her feet up on the wall. A half eaten acai bowl sat on the nightstand. Y/N's phone was in MJ’s hands.

And MJ was gasping.

“You’re telling me…” she said slowly, staring at the screen in complete shock. “Peter said this to you?”

Y/N, practically glowing, nodded. “Yes.”

MJ blinked. Then reread the message for the third time:

“I really hope you know I’m willing to do anything to make it up to you. I’m ready to show you how badly I want you, Y/N/N.”

“Our Peter?” MJ clarified, blinking again. “Peter Parker? Science nerd. Radiohead enthusiast. King of repressing emotions.”

Y/N burst out laughing. “Yes, our Peter. The one who spent over a year pretending he didn’t like me. That one.”

MJ dropped the phone onto the bed like it was radioactive. “This is insane. I didn’t know he had it in him. I feel like I’ve been punk’d.”

Y/N buried her face into her pillow, squealing. “It’s real. He sent that. Last night. I almost passed out.”

MJ reached back over and picked up the phone again, her voice teasing. “Okay, but… you do realize this is, like, borderline romantic behavior, right?”

“I know!” Y/N shrieked into the pillow again. “And now I don’t know what he’s planning but I know he’s planning something because he’s Peter and he overcommits.”

MJ nodded solemnly. “He’s about to be so extra. I’m expecting some weird robotics project. Skywriting. A live animal involved somehow.”

“Oh God,” Y/N laughed. “I swear, if he tries to pull some dramatic Spider-Man stunt in the middle of Times Square, I’m walking away.”

MJ grinned wickedly. “Mmm. Or… what if his grand gesture involves a bed, a candle, and absolutely no supervision—”

“Stop!!” Y/N smacked her with a throw pillow, red faced. “Don’t put images in my head!”

MJ giggled, holding up her hands. “Hey, you’re the one who lets him talk to you all seductively now. You opened that door. I’m just walking through it.”

Y/N couldn’t help it — she laughed until she had tears in her eyes. But then she rolled onto her back, phone clutched to her chest, smiling like an idiot.

“You really like him,” MJ said, softer now.

Y/N nodded. “I always have.”

MJ smiled too. “Then I hope whatever he’s planning completely knocks you off your feet.”

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The sun was barely up when Y/N stirred awake, groggy and warm beneath her comforter. She blinked at her phone on the nightstand, already buzzing.

Text from Spideyboy! 6:14 AM – Good morning, Y/N/N :) You said you were walking today, right? Let me know when you're leaving… I have a surprise for you.

Y/N blinked again. Sat up. A surprise?

She texted him a quick “Leaving in 40 :)”, brushed out her hair, threw on her favorite hoodie, and pulled her headphones around her neck. And forty minutes later, when she stepped out the front door of the Tower, there he was.

Peter Parker. Standing at the curb. Grinning like a golden retriever in a hoodie. With a paper cup in his hands.

Y/N slowed when she saw him, blinking in disbelief. “What…”

“Hi,” Peter said, practically bouncing. “Good morning!”

“You’re here,” she said, bewildered, gesturing at… all of him.

“I made you matcha.” He handed her the cup like it was the Holy Grail. “Well. Tried to.”

Y/N stared at it, then up at him. “…You made this?”

“Yeah!” He beamed. “I woke up early and watched, like, five TikToks. And one barista tutorial. I’m ninety percent sure I did it right.”

She hesitated— then brought the cup to her lips, smiling at him as she sipped.

And nearly choked.

It was so thick. Like molasses. Way too sweet. Somehow gritty and sticky at the same time. She coughed, eyes watering slightly.

Peter’s smile dropped instantly. “Oh my God. You don’t like it. I knew it. I messed it up. I’m so sorry, please don’t hate me—”

“No— no, it’s—” She coughed again. Swallowed. “It’s… nice.”

He blinked. “You’re lying to be nice.”

She took another sip— why was it spicy now??— and smiled through the pain. “I said it’s nice.”

Peter stared at her, wide eyed and worried. “You don’t have to drink it, Y/N/N. Seriously. I just wanted to try. You always look so happy when you drink it and I—” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to be part of that.”

Y/N blinked at him. Then smiled. A real one this time. “You are.”

Peter melted.

She took another sip and somehow didn’t die. “Maybe just… less sugar next time?”

He groaned, hiding his face. “God, I’m never making matcha again.”

Y/N laughed and bumped his shoulder. “No, you are. I just have to train you.”

“Deal.” He nudged her back. “But only if you teach me how to drink it without choking.”

“Only if you stop showing up at 7am like a Disney prince,” she teased.

Peter grinned. “No promises.”

They walked the rest of the way side by side— her sipping her terrible matcha like it was her favorite thing in the world, and him watching her like she was.

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Y/N plopped down on the seat next to MJ, humming contently as she sipped the disaster of a matcha.

MJ raised an eyebrow immediately. “It’s 7:30am. Why are you so happy?”

“I’m trying a new matcha.”

“And that’s got you so happy?”

Y/N just grinned, then slid the cup across the table. “You try it.”

MJ blinked at her. “You know I prefer chai.”

“Oh come on, just one sip. I think I might’ve made it wrong.”

MJ narrowed her eyes. “You made it?”

Y/N gave her the most innocent look in the world. “Yes.”

MJ sighed, took the cup, and very reluctantly raised it to her lips. “If I die, I’m haunting you.”

She took a sip.

And immediately choked.

“OH MY GOD—WHAT THE HELL—” MJ grabbed her water, coughing violently. “Is this—what is this?! Why is it—thick?! Why is it so sweet?! It tastes like melted crayons—”

Y/N was laughing so hard she nearly fell out of her seat. “I knew it!”

MJ was still coughing. “What is wrong with you?! Why would you drink this voluntarily?!”

“I didn’t make it,” Y/N admitted through giggles.

MJ froze. “Wait. Who did?”

Y/N was practically crying now. “Peter.”

MJ’s eyes widened in horror. “Peter made this?!”

“Yup. Showed up outside the Tower this morning like a little loverboy.”

MJ clutched her chest. “That man is dangerous. This is attempted murder.”

Y/N took the cup back and sipped it like it was a warm hug. “It’s the thought that counts.”

MJ looked like she was still processing. “Peter made you this and you’re drinking it?”

Y/N smiled at the cup. “Every last drop.”

MJ stared at her. “You're already gone, aren't you.”

Y/N grinned. “He’s trying, MJ.”

MJ leaned back, shaking her head. “He’s lucky he’s cute. And that you're into emotional terrorism.”

“Pot, meet kettle.”

“Oh shut up.”

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Peter was just minding his own business, swapping out books at his locker, when a sharp shove nearly made him drop his binder.

“Screw you, Parker.”

Peter turned around, wide eyed, to see MJ already walking past him with murder in her eyes.

“What?! I didn’t even do anything!”

MJ turned back just to glare. “You almost killed me.”

“This is my first time seeing you today!”

She stopped in her tracks and whipped around. “Yeah, well, you deserve the death penalty for that fuckass matcha you made. I didn’t even know it was possible to screw up that bad.”

Ned, who had just arrived, immediately burst out laughing. “Oh noooo, she tried it?”

Peter looked horrified. “I knew Y/N didn’t like it. She hates me now, doesn’t she?!”

MJ gagged dramatically. “It had the consistency of sludge, Peter. I thought I was drinking minty glue.”

“But she—she drank it anyway?” he blinked, stunned.

MJ leveled him with a glare, then sighed. “I don’t know what you put in that drink, but that girl finished every last drop with the biggest smile on her face.”

Peter’s face went soft. “She did?”

“Gross,” MJ muttered under her breath, walking away.

“Love is crazy,” Ned said through laughs. “Bro, you’re smiling so hard right now. This is embarrassing.”

Peter leaned his head against his locker, clutching his chest. “She drank the whole thing... even after that taste.”

“You are so gone,” Ned laughed, slapping his shoulder.

MJ reappeared just long enough to smack Ned for laughing at her, then vanished into her next class.

Peter turned to Ned, dazed. “You think I should try again tomorrow? Less sugar this time?”

“Do it,” Ned grinned. “But maybe... ask someone who actually knows how to make matcha.”

“Fair.”

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Peter jogged up beside Y/N the moment the final bell rang, looking like a golden retriever. “So… it’s Monday.”

Y/N raised a brow, adjusting her bag. “And?”

He smiled, almost shyly. “And that means Love Island.”

She stopped walking and gave him a look that was way too smug. “Oh, Peter. Just because I let you walk me to school this morning does not mean you’re back in.”

Peter’s face fell so fast she almost laughed. “What? But—”

“Nope.” She shook her head, holding back a grin. “You don’t get to skip all the steps. You still have work to do, loverboy.”

Peter blinked. “You’re actually— seriously not letting me watch Love Island with you?”

“Nope.”

He gave her the most devastatingly pathetic puppy dog eyes known to man. “Y/N… please. I’m emotionally invested in their journey.”

“You can wait,” she smirked.

There was a beat. A quiet, charged beat. The air between them shifted— warmer, softer.

“…Can I at least walk you home?”

She rolled her eyes with the most theatrical sigh ever. “Fine.”

They started down the sidewalk. Peter, being Peter, didn’t miss a beat before gently taking her backpack off her shoulder— and her water bottle— and the notebook she’d been holding. “You’re seriously carrying way too much.”

Y/N blinked at him, and the faintest smile crept onto her lips. “Trying to win brownie points?”

Peter grinned. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

As they walked, Peter kept stealing glances at her like he couldn’t believe she was real. And when his hand accidentally brushed against hers, Y/N nearly tripped over her own feet. The tension was palpable.

They didn’t speak. Just walked.

And then— subtly, deliberately— Y/N reached down and hooked her pinky with his.

Peter’s breath caught, but he didn’t say anything.

He just smiled.

Peter followed Y/N all the way to the building, practically bouncing on his heels. “You shouldn’t be carrying all this, by the way. A pretty lady like you? That’s just wrong.”

Y/N looked at him, unimpressed. “Peter, the elevator is literally twenty feet away. I think I’ll survive.”

“Still.” He smiled, reaching for her bag like it offended him. “Let me be chivalrous, please. I’m in my ‘making things up to you’ arc.”

She squinted at him. “So dramatic.”

“You knew this about me when you fell for me,” he said, taking her bag anyway. Y/N rolled her eyes but she let him.

They stepped into the elevator and rode it in silence, tension thick as honey.

When they made it up to the residential floor, Peter set her backpack gently next to the couch, then placed her water bottle and notebook down with almost too much care. He stood there like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, or if he should stay or leave, or if it’d be too much to ask for one more second of this new normal they were carefully rebuilding.

Y/N hovered by the arm of the couch, her fingers resting lightly on the edge like she needed to hold on to something.

They looked at each other.

No words. Just that look.

The one that said I missed you and don’t move and kiss me, please, right now.

Peter stepped forward.

Y/N didn’t move back.

They were inches apart, the space between them humming, and Peter’s hand twitched at his side like he was debating reaching for her.

Their noses were almost brushing.

And then—

“Y/N,” FRIDAY chimed, voice cutting the silence like a knife. “Happy Hogan left a message for you. Shall I play it or—”

Both of them jumped back like they'd been electrocuted.

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “I should, uh… I should go.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, biting her lip. “Yeah, okay.”

Peter nodded, eyes still lingering on her like he really didn’t want to leave.

He took slow steps backward toward the elevator, still glancing at her like she might change her mind and pull him back in.

She gave a little wave. “Bye, Peter.”

He gave the softest smile. “Bye, Y/N/N.”

And the second the elevator doors shut behind him, Y/N flopped face first onto the couch, grabbed the nearest pillow, and screamed into it.

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Y/N’s in her cozyest oversized hoodie, fuzzy socks on, matcha in hand (a real one this time, thank god), curled up on the couch with a blanket thrown over her legs. Love Island is playing and even though the episode’s new and the drama is hitting, she’s distracted. Her phone is beside her. Quiet. No texts.

Until it lights up.

Spideyboy!:Are you watching?

She stares at it, a little confused.

Y/N:Love Island?

Spideyboy!:Duh.

Spideyboy!:I saw it was on and I thought You might be watching. And maybe if I watched too I’d feel like I was with you.

Her heart. Her freaking heart.

She smiles, curls deeper into the couch.

Y/N:Did anyone tell you you’re a simp?

Spideyboy!:Not in the last ten minutes.

Spideyboy!:But like… it’s a compliment when it’s for you.

Y/N:You’re ridiculous. (But I’m not watching without subtitles if you’re texting me all night.)

Spideyboy!:Bold of you to assume I’m not gonna live text every second. The new bombshell? Red flag. 🚩🚩🚩 Calling it now.

Y/N:God you’re so annoying.   But like in a cute way.

Spideyboy!:That’s the goal. I meant what I said, by the way. I’m gonna show you. Every day. How serious I am about you.

Y/N stares at the screen, her heart flipping. She types, pauses, deletes, and finally:

Y/N:You’re off to a good start. Now shut up and watch the episode.

Spideyboy!:Yes ma’am 😌

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Y/N peeked around the corner like she was in a spy movie, back pressed to the wall. MJ stood a few feet behind her, arms crossed, completely unamused.

“This is the most unnecessary stealth mission I’ve ever been dragged into,” MJ muttered.

Y/N grinned. “You say that like it’s not the highlight of your week.”

“Ditching the last two periods to hang out with Osborn? That’s definitely a new low.”

“I’ll do your homework.”

MJ blinked. “...Go on.”

“I’ll also hack into the school system and erase our absences. All of your tardies? Gone. It’ll be like we were always here. On time.”

MJ held out her fist. “Now we’re talking.”

Y/N bumped it without hesitation. “You’re so easy.”

“You’re so lucky I’m bored.”

They slipped out the side door like the well dressed little criminals they were.

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The door swung open.

Harry stood there in gray sweatpants, brushing his teeth, toothpaste on his chin.

“Wow. Two truants at my doorstep. Be still my heart.”

Y/N breezed past him like she owned the place. “You’re welcome for blessing you with our presence.”

MJ stepped in behind her, glancing at him. “You have toothpaste on your chin.”

Harry wiped at it with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “I’m not ashamed. This is what peak mental health looks like.”

Y/N was already on the couch, matcha in hand, boots kicked off, legs folded up like she lived there. MJ sat on the armrest beside her, scrolling on her phone.

“Big day today,” Y/N announced, sipping from her straw.

“Oh?” Harry said, shutting the door. “Did you finally agree to marry me?”

“I'm seeing my suit for the first time,” she replied, completely unfazed. “My dad finished the nanotech. It's ready.”

“Didn’t you design it?” MJ asked.

“Yeah, but this is the first time I’ll actually wear it. It’s different.”

Harry flopped down into the armchair across from them with a dramatic sigh. “Why am I never around when cool Avenger shit happens?”

Y/N looked over the rim of her cup. “You were literally the first person outside the team to see my powers.”

“Okay, but that wasn’t official Avenger duty, Stark. I get no bragging rights over that,” he huffed. “There were no suits. No aliens. Just me, my broken ribs, and your little lightning hands.”

“You’re so ungrateful,” Y/N muttered, kicking her boots off onto the rug.

MJ didn’t even look up from her phone. “You did get punched in the face. You’re practically an honorary Avenger.”

“That punch was powerful,” Harry muttered, rubbing his still-bruised jaw. “I think I saw the afterlife.”

“And yet, here you are,” Y/N said sweetly.

“Tragically,” he agreed. “Anyway. While I recover from the trauma of being sidelined by superhero drama—”

He hopped off the chair and made his way to the kitchen island, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of juice.

“—I have a dinner on Thursday. Osborn Foundation thing. So many rich people. So many monologues. No good food. My soul is already shriveling. I’m taking applications for emotional support humans.”

Y/N leaned over the counter, sipping her matcha. “Can’t. I’ll be training.”

Harry turned to MJ like she was his last hope.

“You. Be my date.”

MJ glanced up with a flat stare. “Absolutely not.”

He clutched his chest. “Then I shall perish in silence.”

“Good.”

He poured her juice anyway and pushed it toward her. “You’d look amazing in designer. Come on. We’ll show up fashionably late. Maybe hijack a yacht. I’ll let you steer.”

“I’ll crash it on purpose.”

“Perfect. Adds to the intrigue. Mysterious girl in boots sinks billionaire’s boat. Romance. Rebellion. Press eats it up.”

MJ rolled her eyes. “You’re clinically insane.”

“And yet, charming.”

He didn’t stop there. For the next hour, it was relentless. Guilt tripping, pleading, bribery, fake tears.

MJ endured it all with increasing exasperation. Y/N, meanwhile, had curled up in the corner of the couch with her matcha, openly cackling.

“This is better than Love Island,” she said, sipping smugly.

Harry tossed a grape at her. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I’m on the side of drama.”

MJ rolled her eyes again, but this time, she didn’t fight the smile tugging at her mouth. Harry caught it.

“That’s a yes. I saw that. You smiled.”

“I’m smiling because I’m imagining pepper spraying you at the gala.”

“You can! Fashionably, of course. Chanel pepper spray. I support your vision.”

Y/N looked up from her phone, grinning. “I’m calling Pepper right now. She’s had a dress picked out for MJ since Christmas.”

“No you’re not—Y/N—do not—”

Too late. Y/N was already dialing.

Harry spun toward MJ, triumphant. “You’re gonna look so good. We’re gonna be the hottest pair there.”

“If you ever say ‘hottest pair’ again, I’m setting your tie on fire.”

“Matching arson. Oh, the things you do to me.”

Y/N checked the time, grabbing her backpack and her now empty matcha cup. “Okay. I gotta go. Compound training calls.”

MJ followed, still threatening Harry with increasingly violent acts involving high heels and formalwear.

“Love you both,” Y/N called, heading for the door.

“Break a leg, Stark!” Harry called after her.

“Break his!” MJ added, thumbing toward Harry.

Harry just waved with a grin. “Can’t wait for Thursday, gorgeous.”

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The sleek black Audi pulled up to the compound entrance and came to a smooth stop. The door popped open, and Y/N stepped out, dressed in a fitted black sports set— biker shorts and a cropped tank— her hair pulled back and training sneakers.

Tony circled around the car to meet her.

“Ready to see what a billion dollar budget gets you?” he asked with a grin.

Y/N gave him a playful eye roll. “Is this the part where you give me a big speech?”

“Nope. This is the part where I give you jewelry.” He pulled something from his coat pocket— a thin, gleaming gold bracelet. Sleek, minimal. Almost Cartier-like, except definitely more dangerous.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Ooh. Stark approved accessories?”

Tony smirked. “Let’s just say... it’s more than a fashion statement. Put it on.”

She slipped the bracelet around her wrist, the magnetic clasp clicking shut softly. A low hum vibrated up her arm— warm, subtle.

And then, the nanotech bloomed from the bracelet, unfolding across her body like liquid metal. In seconds, it transformed into a full body suit: sleek, tactical black like Natasha’s old uniform, but layered with smooth, segmented armor panels. Fingerless gloves. Lightweight and sharp.

Visors slid down over her eyes— translucent enough to see her face, but glowing faintly with a blue interface. A soft chime echoed in her ear as a calm AI voice greeted her:

“Hello, Y/N. I’m BLUE. Welcome online.”

Neon-like blue lines lit up along the suit starting at the base of her legs and tracing up both sides of her body toward her chest, glowing brighter as her adrenaline kicked in.

Y/N blinked in awe, looking down at her hands.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Tony smiled. “Go see for yourself.”

She ducked into the locker room. The second she was alone, she walked up to the mirror and stared.

It was… insane. She looked like someone out of a sci-fi movie. No— not someone. An Avenger. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, the technology seamless and powerful. She raised her hand and watched the light pulse along her arm like lightning under her skin. The HUD on her visor displayed vitals, weather, proximity data. All of it crystal clear.

Her reflection smirked. “Damn, Stark.”

She stepped back out into the training room, still adjusting to the weightless feel of the nanotech. On the mat, Peter stood in his suit, adjusting his web shooters, but the second he looked up and saw her—

He froze.

His mask was off, his curls a little messy from warmups, and his mouth parted slightly like his brain had quite literally just stopped functioning.

Tony stood beside him with arms crossed, a proud dad smile on his face.

“Told you she’d look cool.”

“Cool?!” Peter blurted. “She looks— uh. I mean— yeah. Super cool. Really cool. Wow.”

Y/N stepped onto the mat, blue light still tracing down her suit. She crossed her arms, visor sliding up to reveal her eyes as she looked straight at Peter.

“You ready, Parker?”

He nodded a little too fast. “Yep. Yep. Totally. Yep.”

Tony clapped his hands. “Great. Let’s see what the two of you can do.”

And Peter was definitely not ready.

Not when she looked like that.

The training room was lit in a soft blue glow. The mat in the center of the room was sectioned off for combat drills, and the walls around them flickered with projected data— movement speeds, energy levels, vitals.

Tony leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching like a coach mid playoff.

“Alright, lovebirds,” he called out. “You’re suited up. I wanna see what the tech can do. Let’s go hard today.”

Y/N smirked, lowering her visor with a blink. “Lovebirds? Bold assumption, old man.”

Peter adjusted his stance across from her, cracking his knuckles. “You sure you’re ready, Stark?”

Blue light pulsed along her suit. “Born ready, Parker.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You two done flirting? Fight.”

The second the words left his mouth, Y/N lunged— fast. The new suit enhanced her movement, and Peter barely dodged her first strike. They fell into a rhythm, swift and sharp. Peter ducked low, sweeping at her legs, but she jumped, flipping over him with a jolt of electricity sparking off her heels.

“Oof!” Peter twisted to recover, skidding back and blinking at her through the eye lenses of his mask. “That’s not legal in the rulebook.”

“I am the rulebook,” Y/N teased.

She darted forward again— fast as lightning— and Peter caught her wrist mid swing, using her momentum to toss her over his shoulder. She landed on her back with a loud thud but rolled right back up like it was nothing, a little breathless, her grin feral.

Tony’s voice boomed from across the room. “PARKER! Pull your punches, damn it!”

“I am pulling them!” Peter shouted back, blocking a roundhouse kick from Y/N. “She’s the one going full Mortal Kombat!”

“She can handle it,” Peter added under his breath— just for her to hear.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, grinning. “Damn right I can.”

She faked left, then delivered a solid elbow to his side. His suit absorbed the impact, but he stumbled, laughing despite himself. “Okay! Okay! I deserved that!”

“Yeah you did,” she said, breath hitching. “Maybe next time don’t bring up Mortal Kombat mid fight.”

They circled each other again. The tension between them was electric. Literally. The blue veins of her suit glowed brighter now with the energy she was building. Peter could feel the static lift in the air, crackling around them.

She struck again, and he caught her ankle mid kick. She twisted out of his hold, landing low in a crouch, and swept his feet. He hit the mat on his back with a thud.

From the wall, Tony winced. “Okay, okay! Maybe you start pulling your punches, Stark!”

Y/N, still crouched over Peter, looked up at her dad. “You told us to go hard!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to treat him like a crash test dummy!”

Peter was laughing now, flat on his back. “This is the best training I’ve had in weeks.”

She stood and offered him her hand. “Told you I’d make you work for it.”

He took it, and she pulled him up, both of them a little sweaty, a little out of breath, adrenaline still buzzing between them.

Tony sighed. “You two are gonna give me an ulcer.”

Peter looked at Y/N. “Totally worth it.”

Y/N looked back. “Agreed.”

They turned back to the mat— already ready for round two.

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Y/N was resting at a nearby bench, visor flipped up, sipping water like she wasn't casually angling herself to catch every word being said across the room.

Tony clapped Peter on the back— not exactly gentle. “A word, Parker.”

Peter flinched. “Is this gonna be, like… a compliment sandwich or full blown lecture?”

Tony didn’t answer. He just led Peter toward the corner of the training room, well within Y/N’s earshot. (Not that Tony noticed. He never noticed. He was a genius but selectively oblivious.)

“Listen,” Tony said, arms crossed. “I said train. Not try to obliterate my daughter with a backflip and a judo throw. What the hell was that?”

Peter held up his hands. “Mr. Stark, I swear I was holding back—”

Tony narrowed his eyes.

“Okay, like… a little. But she can take it! You’ve seen her. She wiped the floor with me five times today. Five. I got electrocuted in the spine and she laughed.”

Tony didn’t blink.

Peter took a breath. “Look, I’d never hurt her. You know that. But she’s not just your daughter— she’s my teammate. She’s brilliant, she’s strategic, she’s faster than me half the time now. I wouldn’t even be improving if it wasn’t for training with her. She pushes me in ways no one else does.”

Tony raised one eyebrow. Peter kept going.

“And I mean— have you seen her in that suit? I mean— not like that, sorry, I didn’t mean— well, I did mean, like— like objectively, she’s incredible. The way it syncs with her powers? That thing is genius. She’s genius. You built the tech, sure, but she designed it. And she’s just…”

He trailed off, his face pinking.

Tony was staring at him like he was an unfamiliar species. A mildly annoying one.

“…She’s just everything,” Peter finished, a little breathless. “And I’m lucky to train with her. That’s all I’m saying.”

Tony blinked. “Christ, Parker.”

Peter panicked. “Too much?”

Tony sighed and looked away. “If I ever catch you looking at her in the suit again like that, you’re scrubbing the compound floors with a toothbrush.”

“Got it.”

“But…” Tony huffed. “That was… very eloquent. Mushy as hell. But I appreciate it.”

Across the room, Y/N— who had definitely not been listening— was red in the face, grinning at the floor and biting the inside of her cheek like a lunatic. She turned her back and dramatically pulled the towel over her head to hide her blush.

Peter peeked back and caught just a glimpse of her trying not to smile. His whole heart did a somersault.

Tony clapped a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Alright, loverboy. Training’s over. Go ice your ego.”

Peter saluted, still smiling. “Yes, sir.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “God, I miss when you were shy.”

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Fresh out of the shower, Y/N pads across her room in an oversized Stark Industries hoodie and fuzzy socks. Her hair’s damp, cheeks still warm from the heat. She’s singing under her breath as she flops onto her bed.

Her phone buzzes beside her.

Spiderboy! CALLING…

She answered on the second ring, already smiling.

“Why, hello, Spider-Boy.”

Y/N could practically hear Peter’s grin. “Hey. You all clean and cozy now?”

“I’m burying myself in blankets as we speak,” she replied, voice warm.

“Lucky. I run too hot to do that.”

Y/N giggled and curled deeper under the covers.

“So… what did my dad say to you after practice?”

“Oh, you know. Just the usual— ‘be careful with my daughter,’ ‘pull your punches,’ that kind of stuff.”

“Peter.”

“What?” he laughed, playful.

“Don’t be like that! I know he grilled you. And I know you said some stuff.”

He sighed. “Okay, fine. I told him you’re the best person I’ve ever trained with. That you’re smarter than me. Stronger. That I wouldn’t be getting better if it weren’t for you pushing me.”

She went quiet, staring at the ceiling, lips twitching into a smile.

“…And I might’ve called you beautiful.”

Y/N buried her face in her pillow, heart doing cartwheels.

“It’s true. You in that suit today? Y/N/N, I couldn’t breathe. But it’s not even just that. You’re brilliant. And funny. And kind of terrifying— in the best way.” He paused for a second, voice soft now. “I’m in awe of you. All the time.”

Y/N rolled onto her back, trying not to let the squeal in her chest reach her voice.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound as casual as possible. “Yeah, I mean… I guess I sort of feel the same way about you.”

Peter snickered. “Oh, look who’s trying to be nonchalant now.”

“Shut up! I’m cool and mysterious, okay?” Y/N shot back.

“You’re actually the biggest dork I know.”

“Takes one to know one, Parker.”

They both laughed. The easy kind. The kind they hadn’t shared in what felt like forever.

“I missed this,” Peter said quietly.

“Me too.”

They fell into silence, but it was the good kind. soft and steady. Comfortable.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked.

“A little,” she murmured. “I’m not hanging up, though.”

“Good. Me neither.”

She set her phone beside her pillow, fingers brushing the screen.

“Goodnight, Spidey.”

“Goodnight, Y/N/N.”

They fell asleep like that— miles apart, but completely connected, matching smiles on their faces.

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author's note: peter is locking in!! I was giggling kicking my feet writing this one.

i'm so excited for the upcoming chapters, we'll def get some spidey action soon! i know some of you have been asking for that and we're finally getting close to it!

i have some pretty fun things planned for this fic, we just have to be patient. like truly, i have some crazy stuff planned and i wish i could tell yall ughhhh

also, sorry for the longer wait on this chapter, i had a crazy week. some really insane stuff happened at work and it just threw me off my writing schedule LMAO but we are so back.

anyways! let me know what yall think! love yall

[sanesaviour]

as much as i love tony and peters bond in mcu im in love with dr. strange and dannys bond in usm. ✨️magic papa and his magic son✨️

can i,,,, maybe,,, maybe we can get a little bit of them 🥹

I gotchu bro😌

this is inspired by episode 13 “Strange”

man I need usm remake so bad bc they did Danny so dirty, like in episodes where he suppose be more important character he always ends up not being able to help… I get it we don’t need every character to be strongest and most confident hero ever, but I just wish they spend bit more time exploring his self-doubt, it would feel less like “let’s get rid of Iron fist asap so we can focus more on Spidey…. Again” and it would be kinda nice to see exploration of that feeling of “not being worthy”… also it’s kinda funny bc during watching first 2 seasons I’ve noticed he is probably character of the team with least amount of lines and most amount of failed attack attempts, so they kinda had unintentionally good foundation for developing Danny’s incecurity

If I had to rewrite it, I would definitely choose to go more into his doubts of not being worthy of his power, combined with not fitting in because of how long he was in K’un Lun and not everyone being fan of his wisdoms + hiding his secret identity behind lame excuses (like every one of them lol) and all of this would make it so depressing to watch this sunshine just trying his best… it would make his and Peter’s friendship more valuable since Peter would look past Danny’s weird behaviors and just see him as he is - really kind and always willing to help everyone type of guy

No but like seriously his fist moths as superhero in New York must have been hella awful, not just being new to hero stuff in general but also not knowing his way around, not being used to big city in general and not knowing anyone there besides dr. Strange who I guess he doesn’t meet on daily bases… and also I feel like all members of Spidey’s team are very competitive so I can imagine at fist (before spidey joined shield) they wouldn’t be so friendly towards each other. But I think later on they would become more used to being around each other and since Ava and Sam would became first duo of the team (like spending their free time together and just talking) it would be natural for Danny and Luke becoming bros… and Peter then would be just nice addition to the team

I love dr. Strange’s design in usm sm, he indeed is cuntiest old man lol

omg do you see that? I drew background too, I’m very shocked myself, I doesn’t do that very often

[thousandyearphantombunker]

"we want more mentally ill/disabled characters with ugly symptoms!"

You guys can't handle lapis lazuli tony stark or hank pym! You guys can barely contain your ableism toward the hulk! You guys hate the good doctor for all the wrong reasons! You made fun of his speech patterns and his meltdowns wtf like I'm sorry the only autistic person you've supported have been the perfect non annoying type- but too many of especially as children are like shawn- they talk weird and don't understand what's so offensive about what they said

You guys keep saying Lapis should just be rewritten into a villain! I don't like how the show handled her but like your really gonna make the girl who shows ugly bad symptoms of ptsd into villain? You guys keep trying to make hank into a villain or rewrite his past- god forbid a character have really sevre ugly symptoms that causes them to make decisions that permanently effect the story but have them still be heroes! God forbid Ironman have npd and be a hero! Let's shame MCU Bruce for his mental illness for being unable to do things because of it! God as soon as a character with a mental illness or developmental disorder or low IQ shows actual symptoms and behaviors (ei: acts like how someone with the disorder in question acts- you know the main part of having a fucking disorder) you get pissy and pile on the shame- yeah jen you do control your anger better than bruce- you can also stand better than Charles fucking Xavier! Yeah your smarter than a guy with a low IQ want a cookie?

I'm never gonna be one of those people who tell others to stop writing disabled villains or that writing a character that deals with internalized ableism (disabled people like any group of people can be total prices of shit, and I'm sorry not everyone is content and accepting of their disabilities and some of us take comfort in characters that struggle with being angry because of their problems) but Jesus Christ when a heroic character with ugly symptoms who makes cruel decisions or has 'bratty' or 'immature' moments can we let them stay heroes? Can we let them have a disorder without piling on the shame that we are inferior because we can't do something everyone else can- because that's literally what a disability is! Can they still be heroes?

Do we have to use intellectual/developmental disability as a shorthand for anti intellectualism and being a gross annoying psycho

Do we have to make every heroic character with aspd or npd into a villain or change their disability to autism because it's 'more sympathetic' as if lack of empathy isn't a goddamned symptom of many disabilities like PTSD and autism- You can headcanon tony as having autism- that's cool by me but it's clear some of y'all do it to make him a 'woobie'- which is infantalizing btw but also it's because some of y'all are ableist toward people with npd

I hate that the only acceptable 'ugly symptoms' are things like forgetting to shower or brush your teeth every once in a while or being a bit irritable and not stuff like burning bridges or having explosive outburts

Also it's not a mental illness unless it effects your behavior?

Im not saying that we should just accept and allow mentally ill/intellectually disabled people/characters to get away with bad behaviors unpunished but can they stay heroes? Can they still be respectable?

"we want more characters with ugly symptoms"

Yet

You people get offended by low functioning autistic people existing! You get mad at them for being incontinent or nonverbal/making strange noises or having scary anger issues or IQs low enough that they will never be independent you get mad at them for not showing the 'appropriate' reactions to things they may or may not fully understand- you hate people with sensory issues -

You don't want mentally ill/disabled characters- you want characters with the labels of mental disabilities without any of the ugly strange or off putting behaviors mental/intellectual deficiencies/issues cause- you want a romantic tragedy!

You shame people with Alzheimer's for FORGETTING stuff and LOSING SKILLS 'yeah yeah you are superior to your uncle because you can remember stuff but can you remember it's a fucking disease! you people are cruel

Yes you are technically superior to disabled people because you are capable of things we aren't and you have better character and you can control yourself but guess what? Those people you hate for being incapable of that shit have disabilities it's not our faults! It's the fucking definition of a disability! Like yeah it is a skill issue and we're just 'worse' than nondisabled with us lacking self control and having lower IQs and bad mental processing- yeah it is because we're lacking in some capacity that's like the definition disability you can't say you support disabled people and then turn around and say shit about how your better than these people because you can talk or take care of yourself

Hank Pym and Lapis Lazuli should get called out for acting like assholes and pieces of shit but I am firmly against turning one of few heroic characters who actively struggle with psychosis and delusions into another 'psycho' villain and I'm firmly against saying Lapis is just as bad as Jasper and using symptoms of her PTSD as signs she should be rewritten into a villain- I want them to be held accountable not turned into straight up evil guys or dear god washing out their problematic qualities until they're palatable/relatable to a neurotypical audience to make them good guys when they are already good guys!

Can people who do bad things because of their disabilities still be heroes? Can they be allowed to get better or do they have to accept that having ugly symptoms means being the bad guy? Fucking hell this is why I side eye anyone who acts like mental illness/developmental/cognitive or mental etc disabilities are more destigmatized than physical disabilities (trust me they aren't)

Tldr let characters with ugly symptoms be heroes let your characters with mental disorders act like they have a disorder and let said characters be heroes inspite of it!

[highprofilerichkid]

OFMDs, while I find your pathetic clownery to be even more intolerable than the rank vitriol of my Stucky fandom nemeses, I have to put my personal aggravation aside to offer you, along with my MSR besties, my most sincere congratulations on achieving what is objectively the funniest possible outcome for this round. You eliminated THE top two unquestioned juggernaut patron ships of this entire cursed website in their first matchups, and I honestly couldn't have asked for a better outcome. I cannot stand those fucking pirates but god bless. Love and peace on planet Tumblr ✌️

AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 1

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[gunsandspaceships]

Tony’s Childhood. Part 1: Identifying facts

In the MCU, Tony sometimes acts like a kid. There is a reason behind every behavior, so I wondered what it was like for him when he was a real kid.

So, the questions of the day: what do we know about Tony's childhood? Did he have one? And, most importantly, how did it affect him?

Let’s first list what we know from the movies:

At age 4 Tony built his first circuit board (IM1)

At age 6 built his first engine (IM1)

Was sent to a boarding school by Howard (IM2)

Cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare (AoU)

Had a nanny until the age of 14 (IM3)

Went to college at 14 (IM1)

Built Dum-E and U when he was there (IM1)

At 17 graduated summa cum laude from MIT (IM1)

Continued his education until his parents’ death (CW)

Tony’s genius gave him two things: the brain and the pain. And by the pain, I mean that instead of interacting and bonding with his parents, enjoying life, playing, having fun, making friends, taking care of pets, and all the other things children do to gradually prepare for adulthood and grow up "healthy", he got this list of achievements. That doesn’t make a person normal.

Parents

We know his relationship with Howard was complicated. Howard loved him in his own way. He had too many things to do to be a good father: SI, S.H.I.E.L.D., scientific projects, trying to build a better future with clean energy, etc. All good, except when you want your child to love you back. Especially if in the tiny amount of time you spend with him, you don’t show him any signs of affection.

What do we know about Maria? Her name, what she looked like, that she played the piano, and died at Winter Soldier’s hand on Dec 16, 1991. That’s it. She didn’t spend much time with Tony either. Remember, he even had a nanny, instead of a mother. Tony's words about her showed that he loved her, but he didn't talk much about her. Because she wasn’t present in his life enough. Why? Because…

School

Howard sent Tony to a boarding school.

Here’s in the S.H.I.E.L.D.s file we have this information about the school:

“Phillips Academy, Andover, MA 1977-1984”

This means he was there from age 7 to 14. Howard sent him to a boarding school when he was SEVEN.

Phillips Academy Andover serves grades 9-12 only (it is a college preparatory school). Thus, either this is a mistake by the creators of the film/file, or Tony, due to his genius, became an exception. Since the early age he was already at school was also mentioned in IM2 tie-in comics, and in Earth-616 that was also 7, we can mark 1977-1984 as valid.

Think about it again: Tony was sent to boarding school in another state when he was 7 years old. He spent another 7 years there, alone, among high school-aged teenagers. No parents around, no peers.

For example, even Hogwarts accepts 11-year-old children, and they live with their peers. Now imagine Harry Potter, at the age of 7, is thrown into a dorm with 7th-year students and locked there. Doesn’t make a person normal either, does it?

Nannies and Jarvis

Since Tony was at the boarding school, there are two options for how he could have a nanny (mentioned in IM3) and spend time with Edwin Jarvis:

1) He was at the boarding school with a nanny. There is almost no possibility that the nanny was Edwin Jarvis because Jarvis was Howard’s butler and had other responsibilities.

2) He had a nanny at home in the summer and during short school breaks. In this case, his parents couldn’t even give him this little of their precious time.

In any case, he could only see Jarvis at home, a few months a year at most.

Note: There is a date error in IM3, stating Tony was 14 in 1983. This is clearly an error and we can omit this detail.

Bullying

Remember this dialog between Tony and Harley in IM3?

0:45:15 – Harley asks him how he knew he was being bullied at school. Tony doesn't answer. He gives him a non-lethal flash thing to "discourage bullying."

We see that Tony knew exactly what was going on with Harley at school. Because that’s exactly what happened to him there. Harley reminded him of himself. Brilliant kid with no friends and practically no parents. He was bullied by 9th-12th graders.

If he had a nanny with him at the school, that probably made things even worse. He would be bullied because he has a nanny, and despite he has one to look after him.

In Part 2 we will discuss how all this affected him.

[starkerobsession]

yeah honestly I can’t think of an explanation for Happy’s behavior in that scene at the end of homecoming that ISNT him being completely aware that Tony is going to jump Peter the second they’re alone lol. I have no idea why he’d be so reluctant to leave and giving Tony those looks if he just figured Tony only wanted to get an innocent “I’m sorry and proud of you kid” dad speech.

other highlights of that scene for me are Tony looking super smug as he offers Peter the iron spider suit (his “yeahhh give that a look” and his little satisfied smirk as he watches Peter’s reaction, he wants to be this twink’s sugar daddy so bad omg), the way he’s completely thrown when Peter turns him down, how unsure but intrigued it makes him (he literally bounces on the sides of his feet, it’s so cute, Peter has this genius billionaire superhero basically blushing giggling kicking his feet), and then the lip licking as he watches Peter walk away of course.

I don’t understand the acting choices in this scene if they weren’t going for some intentional subtext here tbh

ALL OF THIS 🥵🥵

It’s probably one of the most tangible Starker scenes in the entire MCU.

I also like to imagine that the reason Tony was so distant with Peter during Homecoming was because he knew he’d end up with the kid in his bed if he got close to him. It was his attempt to “be good”, but in the end he was just like *fuck it* because the kid’s been so desperate to please him, he deserves Tony to give him the night of his life for it.

[crazysandwich]

MCU Fic Recs #3

Here’s the third part of my MCU rec post series! These are some of my personal favorites from what I’ve read this past week. I’m still deep in my Thunderbolts obsession era, so most of these are from that fandom. With the addition of some ever-present Stony, of course.

Hope you enjoy these recs. I definitely recommend checking them out!

beneath the milky twilight

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel)

Relevant tags: The Void Shame Rooms (Thunderbolts 2025), Sharing a Bed, Canon-Typical Behavior

Summary: It’s just Bob. Just his hand. Just the warm press of his skin against John’s skin.

Christ, when was the last time someone touched his skin?

Bob’s mouth falls open, slightly, almost a gasp, like he can feel the way John’s body is reacting to him—

John blinks— and falls into the void.

Look my Way

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/John Walker

Relevant tags: Possibly Unrequited Love, Hate Sex, Hate to Love, Enemies to Lovers, Bucky Barnes Loves Steve Rogers, John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), John Walker Needs A Hug (Marvel), they switch, Casual Sex, Character Study, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Summary: They ran in the same circles—barely. Mission overlaps. Declassified handoffs. Briefings where no one made eye contact. They orbited each other like two dying stars, just close enough to burn, too far to collide. And that felt dangerous.

Punch's VoidWalker Series

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel)

Relevant tags: Fluff and Angst, John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Post-Movie: Thunderbolts (2025), Thunderbolts Team Members Live in the Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel), Spoilers for Movie: Thunderbolts (2025), Bob and John bonding time, Robert "Bob" Reynolds Needs a Hug (Marvel)

Summary: In which a very tired John vents to Bob about being a shitty dad and the two come to understand each other while enjoying a glass of milk

Loosely inspired by 'Yesterday' by the Beatles, as I believe it's a very good John Walker song

What He Always Wanted

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel)

Relevant tags: Gay Sex, Feelings, Anal Sex, John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Robert "Bob" Reynolds Needs a Hug (Marvel), First Kiss, Top John Walker (Marvel), Bottom Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Gentle Sex, Emotions, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Bob mistakes John's casual offer as something entirely different, and kisses him. Embarrassed, as John pulls away almost immediately, he runs to his room, leaving a confused teammate in his wake.

After talking to Yelena, John has an important conversation with Bob, which leads to yet another kiss.

And another.

And another.

Maybe John did feel something, after all.

Love Is A Battlefield

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Relevant tags: Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Drugged Sex, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Physical Abuse, Stalking, Blackmail, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Possessive Behavior, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Hospitalization, Emotional Hurt, Self-Hatred, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Mild Sexual Content, Canon Divergence - Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Feels, Steve Rogers Feels, Hurt Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie)

Summary: In Siberia, Steve looks on in horror as Tony watches the video of his parents' murder. Expecting the worst, he is prepared to fight to defend Bucky, even through the shock of his own betrayal.

But Tony doesn't lash out.

Instead, Tony cries, and Steve's whole life falls apart.

your ivy grows

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Relevant tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Younger Tony Stark, Artist Steve Rogers, War Veteran Steve Rogers, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Infidelity, Cheating, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Mpreg

Summary: Tony has been trapped in an arranged marriage for years, isolated and withering under Ty's heavy hand. Until one night at a bar in Brooklyn changes everything.

[celestinedream]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier – Representation Analysis

Introduction: Breaking Down Representation in The Winter Soldier

Alright, so we’ve already talked about why this movie is amazing, but now let’s get into the deeper stuff. Representation in media matters, and The Winter Soldier gives us some really interesting portrayals of different groups. For this analysis, I’m focusing on Black representation in the movie, specifically through Sam Wilson (Falcon) and Nick Fury. These characters aren’t just there for diversity points, they play key roles in the film, but do they break stereotypes or reinforce them?

How Are Black Characters Defined in the Film?

Behaviors & Roles in Society

Sam Wilson (Falcon) is introduced as a veteran who now works as a counselor for other vets dealing with PTSD. That’s already different from the typical “tough guy” action hero stereotype, it shows him as compassionate, community-driven, and emotionally intelligent. Not to mention he’s fun when he wants to be. However, he quickly becomes Captain America’s sidekick, which raises the question: does he have an independent identity, or is he just there to support the white hero?

Nick Fury, as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., has power, political, strategic, and professional. He makes the big moves and literally fakes his death to outsmart HYDRA (ahem Pierce). His role as the “mysterious, all knowing leader” leans into familiar tropes of the “Black mentor” guiding the (white) protagonist.

Appearance

Sam is always in military or casual athletic wear, reinforcing his role as a soldier and action ready character.

Fury’s look? Classic all black trench coat, eye patch, and serious expression. It makes him look powerful, but also plays into the “cool, intimidating leader” archetype.

Values

Both Sam and Fury value loyalty, leadership, and justice, which fits their roles as “the good guys.”

Sam, in particular, values brotherhood and emotional support, which is refreshing compared to hyper-masculine action heroes.

Neither character is portrayed as greedy or power-hungry, which is a positive shift from past media portrayals of Black characters as either corrupt or violent.

How Does This Representation Compare to Other Media?

Similarities to Other Films

Sam as the Sidekick: This is a common pattern in action films, Black characters often serve as the “best friend” or “mentor” to a white hero (Tony Stark had Rhodey, Batman has Lucius Fox, etc.). While Sam is awesome, he’s still in a supporting role rather than the lead (he’s come so far now since he was the lead in the new Captain America movie).

Nick Fury as the Cool, Powerful Leader: This fits the trend of Black authority figures in movies (Morpheus from The Matrix), where they guide the hero but don’t get as much personal depth.

Differences from Other Films

Sam is actually emotionally open, which is rare for Black male characters in action movies. He talks about PTSD, gives advice, and supports Steve emotionally, most Black action characters aren’t given that kind of vulnerability.

Fury is not just a mentor, he’s a full on mastermind. He’s playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers, which gives him more agency than many similar characters in older films.

Frequency of Representation

Let’s be real, Black superheroes and leaders are still underrepresented in major blockbusters. The fact that Sam and Fury have solid roles is great, but before Black Panther, Black characters in the MCU were mostly sidekicks or authority figures rather than leading heroes.

Power, Relationships & Action

Who Holds Power?

Nick Fury has political power (as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.), but his power is temporary, he has to fake his own death and go underground, meaning he’s not actually in control by the end.

Sam Wilson has physical and relational power, he’s a great fighter and Steve trusts him completely, but he’s not making big decisions. He’s following Cap’s lead.

Who Is Active vs. Passive?

Sam is active, he fights, makes choices, and supports Steve in battle.

Fury is active, he orchestrates plans, manipulates situations, and stays one step ahead of HYDRA.

However, both characters ultimately exist in relation to Steve. They support the hero rather than being the hero.

Does The Winter Soldier Provide a Positive or Negative Portrayal?

Positive: Both characters are strong, intelligent, and respected. They aren’t comic relief, criminals, or disposable side characters.

Negative: Neither is the main hero (for this movie). They reinforce the pattern of Black characters being powerful but ultimately serving a white protagonist’s story.

Theoretical Lens – Critical Race Theory & Hegemony

Critical Race Theory (CRT)

CRT examines how race plays into power structures in media. In The Winter Soldier, Sam and Fury have some power, but not as much as the white protagonist.

Their roles reflect real-world racial dynamics, Black men can have power, but often in ways that support existing (white-led) institutions.

Hegemony & Ideology

Hegemony is about who controls the narrative. Steve, a white man, is at the center, while Sam and Fury exist within his world. The film doesn’t fully challenge racial power structures, but it does show strong Black characters in leadership roles, which is a step forward.

Final Thoughts: What This Says About Society Today

Intertextuality & MCU Impact: Because Sam and Fury are part of a larger universe, their representation matters long term. Sam eventually becomes Captain America, which shifts the power dynamic in future films (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier explores this more deeply).

Relevance Today: The film highlights who gets to be a hero and why. While Black characters are gaining more agency in media, they’re still often sidekicks or secondary figures. The Winter Soldier takes a step forward but doesn’t completely break the pattern.

Final Verdict?

Does it challenge stereotypes? A little.

Does it fully break them? Not really.

Do I still love it? Absolutely.

It’s an amazing film with great representation compared to older action movies, but it also shows how far Hollywood still has to go. Here’s hoping for more stories where Black characters aren’t just supporting players but the main event.

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

Why female Tony Stark/Iron Man wouldn't work

This was spurred after poking around on ao3 and seeing some fem!Tony fics and basically everything is the same expect Tony is Toni and has lady parts. I have a lot of thoughts on this subject.

Probably long and has some offensive words and potentially triggering things in it, so it is under the cut.

Okay, all right, I'm all for female superheroes. We need some more. I understand the urge for a rewrite for those purposes. Some of them, I suspect, are for the precious penis-in-vagina sex and hetero couples people cling to, but that is beside the point.

For all intents and purposes, we're going to assume that everything about Tony is exactly the same, including personality, except for reproductive organs and facial hair.

First off, Tony had a reputation for drinking, drugs, parties, gambling, and women. For a man, everyone views that as acceptable. For a woman, especially in the time periods the movies had set, this would have been, and still is even today, unacceptable behavior in the eyes of society. Tony would be woman people pointed out to their little girls and told them not to be like despite being a successful businesswoman, as opposed to being the role model to young boys he was made out to be. 'Boys will be boys' and all that crap. But a woman who does those things? She's shameful, problematic, out of control.

Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?

If Tony were a woman, the words used would be bitch, slut, and whore, to name a few.

Visionary, genius, American patriot? Prodigal son daughter returning to his her father's legacy by taking the reins and becoming CEO?

Yeah, not sure if it would have been phrased like that.

Bringing a reporter (in this case, let's assume male) home for a wild one nightstand and kicking him out in the morning (or having Pepper do it)?

Again, slut and a whore.

The Merchant of Death? No.

No one would celebrate a female arms manufacturer like they did Tony. The guys who had him in the cave would not have respected a woman for this. If anything, Tony would have been in SEVERE danger of assault and rape rather than being given tools to build a Jericho. Those men probably would have used those methods to get things out of him rather than have a woman build their weapon. I don't even think the Army would have let him hang out in the Humvee like he had if he were a woman.

Almost destroying Stark Industries by stopping their weapons manufacturing?

He would have slammed for that decision even harder than he was. He would have been on even thinner ice, and people would have been calling for his blood if he was a woman.

His horror at soldiers being killed by his weapons would have likely been written off as 'maternal instincts' or some junk like that, rather than a man realizing the error of his ways.

Obadiah trying to snake the company out from under him.

He turned the board against Tony and tried to murder him for what he wanted. But if Tony was a woman, you know that storyline would have likely been Obadiah trying to seduce him, or even having tried to do so in the past when Tony first got the reins of the company. The Forbes cover even poses him as moving past Obadiah, putting him behind and away from Tony as Tony walks forward. I don't think Obadiah would have taken 'the insult' of a woman being posed against him like that.

And I don't even know what people would have said if Tony came out and said, "I am Iron Woman."

Definitely, definitely would have had to fight harder for the respect and recognition, and most certainly would have been sexualized, and maybe even encouraged to make a 'sexy' suit.

And this is only covering Iron Man 1.

Remember, MCU Tony was born in 1970, and the first movie took place in 2008 (I think). America was not progressive back then towards women and still isn't. A female Iron Man rewrite with the only change being reproductive organs would not work out like the movies, it just couldn't.

I know it's fiction, but realistically, Tony Stark and Iron Man could never have been a woman. She would have had to fight ten times as hard to be listened to, to be taken seriously, to be respected, to earn her place. (And never would have started popping out babies the second she meets Steve!)

I gave this way too much thought after taking allergy medicine, but oh well.

So if you made it this far, thanks for reading!

[kittygawa--jr]

happy pride. if i had drawing energy i'd remake the gay meth meme with gay heroes and nick and coulson but unfortunately. i do not. so here's my quick and sloppy transfem tony stark analysis and headcanons instead. enjoy and i love you and stay safe

content warnings for suicidality, eating disorders, general dysphoria talk, talk of dissociation (ask to add)

okay. why can i see her as transfem? it's very simple actually. allow me to elaborate (continued under the cut):

first things first, let's knock the big one out of the way: the way howard treated her growing up. namely the way that tony was never "enough of a man" for him (i'm still working through the mcu for the first time and still don't know everything, sorry if this one isn't directly canon? but rdj clearly plays tony with those kinds of daddy issues in mind. it's a moot point for me.)

second, building off the first point, was howard's ignorance of tony whilst longing for steve, who is regarded as the "ideal man," both in personality and physique. in a weird way, steve rogers becomes the ideal "son" (<- fucking. i will get to a transfem analysis of you. you wait your fucking turn) that howard stark always wanted, and never got out of tony. insane behavior considering he never even got to know tony as an adult. it's so wild i almost respect it

third, the way all this impacts tony in the modern day. she is constantly putting on a "macho man" facade, and she plays it up even harder in front of press and people she values the opinions of. even the goddamned iron man suit, it's also made as a hardened exterior shell to protect tony's soft and hidden interior, and is literally in the shape of tony's ideal man. strong and buff and tall and *violent*. everything that is expected out of her as a man, every expectation that she fails to live up to... she can put on the mask and pretend she is all of those things, despite knowing she's not. on top of it all, she creates this persona while her vulnerable and squishy interior is being threatened with death. iron man never makes her happy, it just provides a distraction where she can pretend to be someone else that people love, for a little bit.

sorry. just gonna let the previous point settle in a little. i could not create a more vivid egg/boymoding metaphor if i tried.

fourth, her constant dissociation and attempts to distract herself. she is a recluse in her workshops, always getting lost in all the new ways she can innovate and transform things. her constant obsession with new suits... she can't break down and rebuild herself, (well. she could. but she's still in egg hell give her some space) so constantly breaking down and rebuilding her manly identity is the closest she'll get. she will constantly strive for self expression and yet she will never quite reach it in a way that satisfies her.

fifth point is her self destructive tendencies! eating disorders (implied in the first two movies) and a total lack of care for her body's health. it makes it clear to me that, beyond just her personality, she also hates her body. her body is not what she wants, why should she value it? she had always hated her body, even when she was "in her prime," so, like a broken machine she can't salvage, she stops maintaining it. (really i don't even think all of this is entirely intentional on her part. it's not that she doesn't want to eat PERIOD, she just will take any opportunity possible to ignore her body for things she enjoys more.)

sixth and last is my tinfoil hat point. replacing jarvis with friday may as well be the same as tony deciding to play as a woman in a video game to me.

that's all i've got at the moment. i may have more when i rewatch the first two iron man movies or move on to civil war. waves. okay goodbye i love you

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I have Tony’s younger sister x Loki? Tony is not okay with this — obviously. Reader is not some soft sub like most loki fics, she is strong and has a smart tongue and stands up to Loki. He likes a strong woman. Maybe they sneak off somewhere during a gala or ceremony tony is organizing? smut plss

With the return of Loki season 2, I couldn't not write about my favorite MCU character. Please keep sending more Loki requests <3

Warnings: 18+, bathroom quickie, p + v, unprotected sex,

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Loki Laufeyson had some big reputation, both on Asgard and here — on Earth. After causing trouble on both planets, he earned a spot on Tony Stark’s list of people he hated with a burning passion — and his name was in red underline. Why the red underline? It seemed that the heart of Iron Man’s younger sister had been stolen by the God of Mischief, which made Tony hate him even more.

And what could Tony do? Absolutely nothing. 

A few months passed since the news dropped and you had hoped that your brother would have accepted your relationship by now, but he still wished Loki would stay the Asgardian fuck away from you. 

To make the situation worse, Loki adored to kiss you right and whisper the dirtiest things to you right under Tony’s nose, just to rub it in his face. After all, he was the God of Mischief.

Tony's jaw clenched and his hand tightened around his glass of scotch as he saw you and Loki in the corner of the room kissing. It wasn't just a smooch. One on the low back of your dress, touching your bare skin while kissing you passionately. You’ll need a lipstick touch-up — and another drink — after that. The sight was making any pair of eyes jealous, wishing their man kissed them like that. 

Loki generally didn't like public displays of affection, but he loved to play with Tony’s nerves.

Gently, you broke from Loki’s kiss, keeping your hand on his jacket’s sleeve. ‘’As fun as provoking my brother is, let’s not make him too mad tonight.’’

‘’But you look absolutely delightful in this dress, darling. Pardon me for being unable to keep my hands off you,’’ Loki said, proving his point by lowering his hand down the curve of your back and stopping right at the top of your ass. 

You flashed a mischievous smile at the Asgardian God, wishing you could just leave this event without anyone noticing and finish the night in your bedroom, but it was almost impossible to escape your brother’s gaze. 

As if he had read your mind, Loki leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. ‘’Do you think anyone is going to notice if we elope for a few minutes?’’

‘’Unfortunately, there's a hawk watching us.’’ 

Across the room, Tony's dark eyes were glaring at Loki and you — especially Loki — as he watched the scene unfold before him, his expression a mix of anger, disgust and frustration. He took a sip of his scotch, trying to calm his rising irritation, but it didn't do much to soothe his nerves.

Loki rolled his eyes back in annoyance. ‘’Does he know you are a grown adult and don’t need a chaperon?’’ 

Tony’s behavior was overbearing, but he had his reasons — besides strongly disliking Loki. 

‘’He's overprotective — always has been. But he got worse after Mom and Dad died. All we had was each other now, so he stopped seeing me as his annoying little sister and gave himself the position of protective figure in my life. He scared so many of my past boyfriends away,’’ you explained with a chuckle. 

Losing a parent was a pain Loki knew. It gets easier with time, but never goes away. 

‘’I’m sorry about your parents,’’ he said, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it gently. You gave him a soft smile. ‘’His tactics are not gonna work on me, though.’’

You exchanged a sly grin with Loki, then reached for his hand and led him away. 

The second the bathroom door was closed — and locked —, your back found the wall and Loki's hands went to your hips, pulling you against him as his mouth found yours, kissing you with a passion and hunger that was reserved for private moments. You didn’t mind being kissed in a crowded room, but some kisses were just too intimate for an audience. 

Loki groaned against your mouth and shifted his hands lower, having been holding back from grabbing your ass through your dress all evening. As much as he loved it, he wanted to rip it off your body. But that would be problematic when it would be time to get back to the party. You couldn’t exactly go back in just your panties and high heels. That would be highly inappropriate — and embarrassing.

Without separating your mouths, you reached between your bodies for Loki’s belt, jostling with the buckle to undo it and unfastening his trousers. You pulled them down just enough to uncover his ass, making him smile into the kiss as his hands left your hips to grab your thigh. He hooked it around his waist as his other hand slipped underneath your dress to slide your panties to the side. 

Your time was counted. Soon, someone will come knock on the door to use the bathroom. 

‘’Ahh, Loki,’’ you sighed, your arms around his neck as he pushed inside of you. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, feeling the pleasure from the pressure and fullness of him. 

He wasted no time before pulling back out and trusting back in. ‘’This is much better than the buffet, isn’t it?’’ he asked, already knowing the answer. 

You threw your head back and closed your eyes, breathy moans leaving both of your mouths as he kept his movements quick but precise, hitting the perfect spot every time. It always surprised you how well he knew your body — your needs.

‘’Fuck,’’ Loki hissed in a drawn-out swear as you clenched around him so good. He kept an iron grip on your thigh, fingertips surely leaving bruises. ‘’If you keep squeezing me like that—’’ 

You cut him off, covering his mouth with your hand. ‘’Less talking, more fu— aah. More fucking. We have to get back soon.’’ 

You could feel your standing leg weakening at each of his deep trusts, forcing you to grip his shoulder with one hand to stop you from falling. The height and style of your heeled shoes was going to be planned accordingly next time. 

Soon, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, climax building inside you. ‘’I…I'm about to cum,’’ you warned, your mouth close to his ear as he mouthed at your neck and shoulder.

Understanding the message, Loki’s free hand expertly found its way to your clit, skillfully rubbing it as you tightened around him, drawing nearer to your climax. He maintained his movements, his lips back on yours to catch your final moan.

A few more thrusts and he was there too, barely able to register his own orgasm approaching when he shot rope after rope of his cum inside you. Loki growled into your mouth, feeling his own orgasm ripple through his body, fucking into you as deep as he could go until he was finished. 

You shuddered when he pulled out, feeling the dribble of his cum down your inner thigh and on the floor, making you regret not using a condom. It was too late now, the mess was there. 

Forcing yourself to quickly recover, you and Loki took a few minutes to fix your appearance in the bathroom mirror, smoothing clothes and re-applying your lip gloss, doing your best to make sure no one would be able to tell of your and Loki's little escapade. 

You went for another kiss before slipping out of the bathroom together, his lips tasting like cherries and the expensive liquor he had been drinking. 

‘’How mad do you think Stark be when we walk by him?’’ Loki asked, approaching the room the buffet was held at. 

With the way Loki’s shirt was slightly wrinkled and the smudge of your lip liner, it was impossible he wouldn’t pick up what you and Loki had been up to.

Instead of answering, you grabbed a chute of champagne from the nearest tray and took a long sip. Tony could be pissed all he wanted. He’d be a liar to say he had never done this in his younger playboy days.

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[yanderes-galore]

HEHEH I can request a MCU romantic yandere Ultron with superhero darling? As a "what if..." pls

I'm not sure what you mean by a "What If" unless you mean the mini series, but I can probably do him generally with a hero, yeah. Been a bit since I saw the movie so I apologize if things don't feel right :(

Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Degrading behavior, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Jealousy.

I feel just in general Ultron can be a threatening yandere.

He is capable of making copies of himself and unless you deactivate all of him, he'll find a way back.

Making Darling a hero admittedly does give you more of a choice to fight, yet it may prove futile in the end.

For this concept I imagine you'd be a part of the Avengers, the main set of heroes around the time of "Age of Ultron".

You also would've met Ultron around the same time as all the others, during Stark's Party.

Ultron's obsession would take time with a hero Darling, especially with an Avenger.

But honestly he seems like a yandere that would take a long time to be attached anyways.

How things may start is he meets you at the party, then after he manages to escape, he decides to research you.

For some reason you stand out to him.

Due to having a God complex and feeling he is helping humanity with his plan throughout the movie, he probably thinks you're misled.

You probably think you're aiding humanity with the rest of the Avengers.

Did Stark tell you such lies?

A pity, really...

Another way you could make a yandere Ultron work is if Tony Stark also had a connection with you.

He learned a lot from Stark's personality, right?

Surely the fondness Stark has for you, be it yandere or not, makes Ultron take special interest in you.

In fact, he may even feel he wants to keep and protect you, depending on how much Stark likes you.

Ultron hates Stark, so the idea of taking you away to hurt him is tempting.

I also feel Ultron sees romantic attraction as a gateway to reproduction for humans... yet can't deny the idea of teasing you with it.

Ultron would make it a goal to capture you if you manage to pester his mind enough.

Maybe he can't stop watching info about you and Stark.

He envies it.

He blames Stark for blinding you with all this Avenger talk.

He feels the only way to make you see his cause is to force some things.

Ultron would find any fight you have against him pitiful.

He sees you're trying, but another form of him will simply take his place until everything's finished.

You can only fight the inevitable for so long.

That includes him capturing you.

Ultron's man part of his obsession is the fact he hates Stark while also being unable to get your face out of his head.

Surely you'll learn everything he does is to better Earth, right?

He's trying to help... he's trying to keep things peaceful.

In order to do that the human race must evolve.

If not they'll perish, so you fight for a useless cause.

Ultron would take pride in capturing you, holding you in a cell as he betters himself.

He'd absolutely hate it if you brought up Stark or even said out loud you prefer him.

Ultron is determined to show you change, to make you change.

You aren't a hero, he is.

But you can be a hero if you help him.

In fact, you'll be perfect for him.

Ultron would be the type to try and break you, to bend you to his will.

You're doomed from the start, aren't you?

Yet you won't be if you say you'll be his.

He'll make you an exception since you can't seem to leave his mind.

In fact, he'll try and make it worth your while.

Humans like validation and affection, he's seen images of it enough to replicate it with you.

Even if you aren't willing to join him he'll break you down with time.

The rest of your species may die, but you won't with him here.

Don't even get him started on your friends... he'll be sure to make them suffer.

For the most part Ultron may see you as some sort of pet at first.

He trains you to give up your old ways and rewards it with cold affection.

Yet later on, romantic attraction starts to develop due to him observing records of humanity.

He'll mimic holding you, he'll praise you, maybe even give you an attempt at a kiss.

It'll only be easier once he gets a synthetic body.

To him, you're the only good one other than Wanda and Pietro in this world.

So stop fighting him... he's trying to help you!

Are you really so selfish you'll fight him for such a pointless cause?

Fine... be like that, play your little "hero" act.

Once your done, defeated, and laying in the dirt by his hands...

He'll pick you back up after the death of Stark and the rest...

Then he'll show you where you're meant to be... with him, in a new world of peace.

"It's foolish to play hero with the Avengers, you deserve so much better, dear. I can give you that if you simply... reciprocate."