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captinamericashusband · 10 months ago

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Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader

REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚

P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.

Sober Thoughts

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve

Warnings: Alcohol, profanity

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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully.

The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room.

“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”

Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.”

“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”

“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”

Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.”

As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.”

Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable.

Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”

Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”

“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.

“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”

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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum.

It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s.

However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.

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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad.

“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.

“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”

“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”

“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.”

With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question.

Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate.

Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height.

After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor.

"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.

"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.

"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.

"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.

"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead.

"Where to, Stark Jr.?"

"The storage room by the training grounds."

The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.

"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did.

"What do you mean?" Steve responded.

"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.

"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.

"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence." Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"

"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."

Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.

Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much."

"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."

"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.

"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.

Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.

"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."

It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."

Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer."

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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour.

Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements.

Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.

Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"

"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol. What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted.

"I'll take 10 more of those, please."

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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear.

Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated.

“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred.

“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.

Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.

"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."

"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."

Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'."

"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."

Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."

"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."

Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."

Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."

"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.

Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."

The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."

Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"

Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."

Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-."

Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer."

Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.

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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.

The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.

"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out."

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.

"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."

"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.

Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."

Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."

Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection.

As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?"

Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."

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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight.

After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger.

Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve.

Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:

‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’

Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.

FIN

A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise

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laidraws · 6 months ago

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CapIron Big Bang 2024

Read A Hundred Visions and Revisions! (+2 illustrations below)

Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Rating: M Summary: In the age of Galilei's discoveries, Tony is fascinated by the prospect of a larger universe. Steve is one of the conservatives trying to keep the old world view alive. Their new favorite subject is dragging each other's opinions through the mud in their poems, and Tony is more than happy to feed into this feud. Because he hates Rogers. Hates his poetry, his sharp wit, his handsome smile, his – Oh, wait.

(Also sorry I deleted the previous post and reposted and still can't get the ao3 reformat to work)

I worked with @kandisheek on the cap iron big bang 2024 and we are delighted to bring you the finished work! If you like astronomy, historical fics, poetry, and romance, please give this one a read. Thank you so much!

#my art #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #superhusbands #avengers au #historical au #kandisheek fic #guys i'm so excited to bring you this #you have no idea #please read!!!#i guess this is also a fic rec

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cryonme · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭

❣️a blurb based on the HLAYK universe ! read more under this link ❣️

—boxer!bucky barnes x reader

— summary: the night Bucky meets the love of his life.

—word count: 1k (ish)

—tw: swearing, mentions of alcohol, anxiety, underlying hints at abuse

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“You. Are. Not. Staying. Here.”

You groaned and threw yourself backwards onto the bed. The softness of your comforter, the glow of the tv playing Friends for the 50th time, the soft twinkle of your beloved fairly lights and your cat lightly purring beside your ear were all calling out to you and you were more than eager to pick up the phone.

“I’m just tired tonight, Son.” You tried to fake a yawn.

“No way you’re tired. You watch my kids during the day and other than that you do jackshit.”

Sonya was applying her eyeliner, ever so carefully, in the mirror of your vintage vanity.

You’d been staying at the Wilson’s house for almost 5 months now. Which means it’s been almost 5 months since you worked up the courage to walk away from Brock Rumlow once and for all.

Sam and Sonya Wilson had taken you in, despite barely knowing anything about you except for your first name. They gave you a spare bedroom with an en suite bathroom, which was big enough to practically be your own apartment, a job nannying their 4 kids. You tried other jobs but because of the stress from your PTSD and anxiety, you couldn’t hold a job. But most important of all of it, they gave you friend friends. And a family.

A second chance.

You kind of owed them everything.

“Your tab is on me if you come!” Sam’s voice rang through the house, echoing off of the walls.

You raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting up from your bed like a mummy come back to life, shifting your gaze towards Sonya who was already wearing a smirk.

“Don’t tell Natasha you’re coming or she’ll blow up our groupchat.”

Maybe the least you could do was tag along for dinner with their coworkers.

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You were excited, really. Of course you enjoyed putting on a nice outfit and a pretty pair of shoes, using your fancy hair care product, adorning your skin in pretty jewelry and perfume that you couldn’t pronounce. Sam wiggled his eyebrows and giggled when he told you that Bucky Barnes would be there, and you blushed, putting in a little bit more effort into your appearance than you normally would.

Of course you noticed Bucky Barnes. And of course, Sam Wilson noticed you noticing Bucky Barnes and teased you relentlessly for it.

But now it’s real, and it’s happening. You’re about to meet Bucky Barnes and you cannot stop fucking fidgeting with the rings on your fingers and picking at the skin surrounding your nails. The fabric of your dress was suddenly too itchy and the hair on your neck was suddenly uncomfortable and sticky. But it was too late, the driver was pulling up to the valet at the restaurant and Sonya was grasping your sweaty hand into hers and before you knew it, Sonya’s hand was replaced by Bucky’s and now your sweat was all over him.

You were a sweaty mess and your makeup was probably smudged and you could feel your hair getting frizzy and your fucking palms were sweaty and Bucky thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Bucky had heard your name so many times from Sam and Steve but never really gave you too much thought. He knew you were married to Brock Rumlow and it ended in messy divorce, so you were staying with the Wilson’s. He never asked too many questions, figured it wasn’t his business.

But now, standing in front of you as you shook like a damn chihuahua he wanted to know everything about you. He wanted to ask a million questions and he wanted to pick your brain until he had memorized every detail about you.

And he had the strangest feeling coursing through his veins that he could’ve hunted down Brock Rumlow and killed him right then and there for whatever he did to you that was making you shake so bad.

You were a perfectly pieced together angel from heaven with stars in your eyes and all Bucky could say was, “It’s nice to finally meet you, doll.”

Unbeknownst to him, it turned your legs to jelly.

He reluctantly let go of your hand when you didn’t answer, giving you a tight lipped smile, before making his way to sit on the other side of the table. He sat, never breaking his eyes away from you, sandwiched in between Sonya and Tony. You were only one person away, in between Sonya and Sam. You tended to sit in between them in public places, feeling safer that way. Bucky knit his eyebrows together, wondering why you would sit between the couple. It wasn’t helping his need to ask you a million questions. Your eye caught his.

He had torn through two double whiskeys and a couple appetizers before he finally worked up some courage to ask Sonya to switch seats with him.

“And sit next to Tony? I don’t think so.” She shook her head before taking another sip of her champagne.

This was your first real outing that wasn’t McDonald’s or Chuck E Cheese in 5 months and she wasn’t prepared to leave you alone.

Bucky groaned. “$20.”

Sonya whipped her head in his direction, “Barnes are you bribing me?!”

“I want to sit next to her.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“$50.”

“James Buchanan Barnes-“

“I don’t mind sitting next to him, Son.” Your soft voice rang in her opposite ear.

Bucky felt like his chest had filled with a gigantic ball of light and warmth. You wanted to sit next to him.

Sonya stared you down with her signature piercing eyes, wordlessly asking you if you were absolutely sure.

You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips.

Sonya put her hands up in surrender, “Alright, but you still owe me $50, Barnes. Holding you to it.”

She pushed herself up out of her chair, and she switched seats with Bucky Barnes.

Bucky landed on the seat with a thud, adjusting the perfectly unbuttoned top buttons on his black shirt, revealing his perfectly tanned chest. You noticed a few tattoos, but you couldn’t make out what they were since you snapped your eyes back up to his immediately as to not get caught.

He looked amused.

“You’re just three peas in a pod huh? You and the Wilson’s?” He gestured towards Sam. You could feel your cheeks heating up as embarrassment took over.

You scratched the back of your neck with whatever you had left of your nails. You were such a sticky sweaty mess and the heat rising in your cheeks was not helping.

“Oh, yeah. Well, just um-“

Bucky could sense your rising anxiety and he felt his heart fall.

“Hey, I’m just messin’ with you. The Wilson’s are good people, you’re lucky to have both of ‘em love you so much. Must be one hell of a girl, huh doll?”

You smiled.

God, Bucky wanted to be the reason for that smile forever.

You hadn’t been so confident lately, maybe it was because your ex husband had torn you to bits and pieces or maybe it was because you were practically a teenager again living with your parents and babysitting for a living.

But you had had 3 lychee martinis and the Bucky Barnes was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you felt a little boost of your old self take over.

“Guess you’ll have to find out, Barnes.”

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boxer!bucky already wants to kill Brock Rumlow for what he did to his girl can you imagine what’ll happen when he actually finds out 😭

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incorrectmcuquotess · 10 months ago

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Bucky, to Tony: Those pants are great. And I bet they’d look even better on Steve’s floor. Steve: Are you hitting on Tony... for me?

Bucky: Well you weren’t doing anything about it, punk.

#original: parks and rec #bucky barnes #incorrect bucky barnes #incorrect bucky barnes quotes #steve rogers #incorrect steve rogers #incorrect steve rogers quotes #stony #incorrect stony #incorrect stony quotes #stucky #incorrect stucky #incorrect stucky quotes #bucky barnes x steve rogers #steve rogers x tony stark #marvel #incorrect marvel #incorrect marvel quotes

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avengetheangels · 5 months ago

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Eyes On You by FestiveFerret

take back the day by lastdream

One Date Wonder by Arukou

Lassos and Lilies by NotEvenCloseToStraight

It's all in the way you touch me by antigrav_vector

Each Coming Night by AgentBarnes616

You know why you're dying to try it by Kayevelyn

Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha

Open Up the Door That's Shut (We Make Our Own Luck) by starknjarvis

Tell Me (What I Want) by ezazahaz

You Got the Heart of a Phoenix (So Let Them See You Rise) by iam93percentstardust

Promises, Swear Them to the Sky by elise_509

If I Had One Wish by AngeNoir

We, Three by Renai_chan

This Might Just Work by Odsbodkins

Good, Better, Best (Winter is Coming) by ohmyloki

Triple Espresso by FestiveFerret

My Normal Approach is Useless Here by windsweptfic

previous rec posts

#fic rec #fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark #bucky barnes #stuckony #mcu #my fic recs #captain america #iron man #winter soldier #ao3

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cinderthehuman · 6 months ago

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EVERYONE I WANT FIC RECS!

Specifically, Peter Parker fic recs and even more specifically, mcu civil war Peter Parker fic recs that are neither anti cap or anti iron, just about how he absolutely dog-walked Bucky and Sam. If there's a fic of Bucky and Sam's perspective on that fight, would love it.

Moreover, I want competent, bamf Peter fic recs that are, again, neither anti cap or anti iron. I would prefer it if they were also anti irondad but not anti tony.

Also also, would love some Defenders, Daredad, Deadpool etc stuff but still with avengers.

Thank you!

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ishipallthings · 11 months ago

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Cap Iron Man Rec Week 2024 (Tues)

Time Travel Tuesday - July 23rd for @cap-ironman Rec Week

Time-y whimey shenanigans!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

finding my way back to you by Anonymous (MCU)

Ten minutes after a botched attempt at proposing to Tony, Steve is thrown back in time.

More Than Gravity by JenTheSweetie @jenthesweetie (MCU)

“Aw, time travel, no.” On Christmas Eve, Tony came unstuck in time.

Marty McFly Never Had to Deal with This by sweatervest (MCU)

Tony's latest project goes less "renewable energy" and more "slightly explosive time machine," and Howard Stark arrives from 1946. Why, Steve would like to know, are time and space going to such lengths to cockblock him?

feelings that never left by hollyandvice (MCU)

The last thing Tony expects while working on the time machine for the so-called Time Heist is to be confronted with the very man he thought he'd made his peace with. Guess some wounds run deeper than we think.

Atomic Clock by imparfait (MCU, EG)

It’s ten am on a Tuesday in May when Tony Stark appears in Clint Barton’s barn. Clint trips over him while looking for a toolbox and swears, then swears again, then thinks I need to call Nat, which makes a half-sob punch out of his throat.

A Time to Be Alive by babesrgrs (MCU, EG)

The mission to get the Mind Stone and the Tesseract from 2012 goes a bit differently AKA the slightly snarky but sexy Endgame scene that didn't make the final cut.

Lover Come Hold Me by RurouniHime @thegertie (MCU, EG)

One by one, the stones must go back.

hunters seeking solid ground by laramara @commandersteverogers (MCU, EG)

In the wake of the battle with Thanos, Steve feels unmoored in a way he hasn’t since before he ate shawarma with a group of virtual strangers and thought maybe, maybe he could one day find a place here. Steve returns the stones, and has a few unexpected interactions and makes some decisions along the way.

Mobius Strip by dirigibleplumbing @dirigibleplumbing (MCU, EG)

Steve sets off to return the Infinity Stones. It ends up not being quite as straightforward as he'd imagined.

The Five Stages of a Time Loop by AirlocksandAviaries @airlocksandaviaries (MCU, EG)

Tony Stark looks Thanos in the eye. He raises his gauntlet in defiance and states his iconic phrase. He snaps, expecting death. But death doesn't come. Instead, he's back in his basement, completed time travel model in front of him. He builds the time machine. He snaps again. Again, and again, and again. Tony can't for the life of him seem to change the outcome of this story. What does change, though, is his feelings around it.

That Time Back Then by navaan @navaan (616)

An accident sends Steve and Carol back in time and watching Steve and Iron Man interact gives Steve a new perspective on how blind both of them were all those years ago.

Beside You In Time by Kiyaar @kiyaar (616)

The world is ending: Tony is evil, Steve is old. So there's nothing to stop him from making the (terrible) decision to travel back in time in a last-ditch effort to spare them both: by killing Tony's past self to spare them both from ending up where they've ended up. The Universe has other plans. An honest-to-god fix-it for Superior Iron Man, Hickman's entire run, and pretty much everything since Tony decided it was a good idea to take Extremis way back in 2005.

Mind over Matter by Missy_dee811 @laexploradoraaa (616)

For a brief moment in time, Steve had the power of the universe in his grasp, and he squandered it. The Infinity Gems, with the exception of one, ceased to exist. The Illuminati's last attempt at circumventing the laws of the universe and stopping the incursions before they targeted Earth-616 were eliminated when the precious stones shattered. But that wasn't the only thing that was broken that day. His faith in himself never recovered.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #capimrecweek #marvel #my rec lists #fic recs

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bulkyphrase · 7 months ago

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Post-CACW Stony: a fic rec list

I've been on a Captain America: Civil War kick lately, and since I know that Steve-friendly CW Stony fic can be hard to find, I've put together a rec list!

I am thoroughly team cap, but these range from being anti-accords to just not getting into the issue, and all are Steve-friendly as long as you can accept a lot little loving Steve-whump.

Atlas by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 11,505 words)

Summary: They don't hear each other.

Eigengrau by vorkosigan (@the-vorkosigan) (Teen And Up Audiences, 16,811 words)

Summary: Tony is captured; he doesn't know by whom, or why. He doesn't know how much time has passed since. What he knows is, he can now hear something in the adjacent cell, and that 'something' sounds a lot like Steve Rogers.

Nights When the Wolves Are Silent, and Only the Moon Howls by Cluegirl, Defiler_Wyrm (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, 77,612 words)

Note: has a Stucky element too, but the relationship between Steve and Tony is the main focus.

Summary: “Could you drop all that stoic shit and be my freaking-the-hell-out wingman for just like, five seconds here?” Steve wasn’t sure he could think of anything he wanted less to do than to freak out about his wounds just then though, so he reached across his chest and gingerly patted Sam’s clenched knuckles. “It’ll be fine,” he promised, believing it. “Serum’s handled worse.” “You know, I actually believe you,” Sam allowed after a long second of glaring. “Which is deeply alarming, considering how much of your connective tissue I’ve touched in the last 4 hours. Now you wanna tell me what Russoff’s men did to you that made it look like you got mauled by a bear?” Steve flinched, then breathed the memory down to size. “Not a bear,” he murmured. “Wolves.”

More below the cut!

(trust me when i say) i'll get back to you by machi_kun (@machi-kun) (General Audiences, 1,549 words)

Summary: “Me and Rogers are not on speaking terms anymore.”

An Infinite Number Of Monkeys At Typewriters (Or, Steve and Tony Finally Get It Right) by JenTheSweetie (@jenthesweetie) (Mature, 18,864 words)

Summary: Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to - “Steve?” After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you'd expect it to.

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep by Cluegirl (@cluegrrl) (Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 152,765 words)

Summary: They all made mistakes. They all have regrets. They all have nightmares, suspicions, and questions they'd like to ask. And they all left business behind them that was never quite finished. This is the story of how the Avengers ask those questions, get their answers, and come together like fucking adults to make things right again.

Bring Him Home by seventymilestobabylon (@seventymilestobabylon) (Explicit, 13,769 words)

Summary: Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days. (a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Conjugal Visits by xtricks (Explicit, 4,252 words)

Summary: AU: Steve Rogers gets captured fairly soon after Civil War and sent to the Raft. Tony discovers that trying to appease your enemies doesn’t work and ends up a prisoner too.

Down Came the Rain by captainoutoftime (@captain-outoftime) (Explicit, 75,274 words)

Summary: A mission goes badly for Natasha, who is discovered de-aged to three years old. She recognizes no one, but every kid knows Captain America. When Tony grudgingly makes a call, Steve makes good on his promise to answer. Steve has to work together with Tony to take care of a traumatized child and figure out how to turn their itsy bitsy spider back into a Black Widow. Neither of them really want to talk about what happened in Siberia, but living in close quarters, they have to come to some sort of peace - even if it means addressing some feelings they'd rather not admit to having. As they work together to solve the problem of a re-emerging Red Room, Steve uncovers something he never expected to find again: family.

Hating Steve Rogers by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 16,243 words)

Summary: The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

I Have Questions by YourFadedGlory (HisNameWasAce) (@yourfadedglory) (Not Rated, 2,808 words)

Summary: There is only so much that Steve can carry. His legs quiver and his heart aches, he looks skyward, and in a startling moment of clarity he lets the shield go. Gouged and battered, it rings like a bell when it hits the stone floor. He wonders for a split moment if it will weigh on Tony the way it has weighed on him.

The Crying Game by fohatic (@fohatic) (Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 36,403 words)

Summary: Steve Rogers stared at the dimly glowing digital screen of the little burner phone, rereading the text message as if it might somehow give away something he missed the first dozen times he scrutinized it. His frown only deepened, though, brows drawing together with consternation as the 88 characters only left him with an even more ponderous sense of uncertainty. If you meant what you wrote, I'll be at the Swissotel Sarajevo, 4/18. Presidential Suite. 9pm. Come alone. ...Nearly a year after Steve and Tony's fallout—and only weeks after press rumors that Tony and Pepper's engagement was inexplicably called off—Steve gets a message on the dedicated burner phone. Despite his instinctive reservations, he's compelled to answer the mysterious call. An approximately canon-compliant story.

the hope that kills you by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, 1,227 words)

Summary: Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldn’t possibly cover and whispers in his ear, “Who’s gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?”

live for the hope of it all by meidui (@meidui) (Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1,880 words)

Note: This is a sequel to the hope that kills you

Summary: “You can keep me here, can’t you?” Steve asks a little desperately as Tony kneels over him, spreading himself out all the better for Tony to take. He must have really hated his cell on the Raft, Tony thinks before he loses himself in Steve’s body, and for a little while, everything is the same as it has been for the past six months. It’s only after, in the dark and quiet of his own bedroom with Steve sprawled sleepy and heavy across his chest that Tony realises— This is their cell now.

The Phone by AvengersNewB (@avengersnewb) (Mature, 9,039 words)

Summary: Tony hates the flip phone Steve sends him, but he keeps it close at all times, and it never rings until it finally does and the news might help put things into perspective - Captain America : Civil War fix-it. or The phone can't take the place of your smile. [podfic added as chapter 2]

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei (@elcorhamletlive) (Not Rated, 18,305 words)

Summary: Steve is trapped in a dream machine, programmed to make him believe he's living his happiest fantasy. Tony goes inside to wake him up, but what he finds is a lot more complicated than he expected.

there's nothing but blue skies by Meatball42 (Mature, Major Character Death, 647 words)

Summary: “This isn’t good,” Steve said grimly.

#marvel fic rec #stony #cacw #steve rogers #tony stark #this list has taken years because searching ao3 for steve-friendly cacw stony #is like sticking your hand in a barrel of loose knives looking for treasure #the ice cold steve takes i have seen guys

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dieselman42069 · 7 months ago

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You know those fics where the Avengers refuse to accept that Peter is a vigilante and knows other vigilantes and breaks up trafficking rings and has seen some really bad stuff, and the Avengers think he's out there only getting kittens out of trees and stopping bike thieves? Some real "You guys save the world, we save the people inhabiting that world," type shit? And the Avengers slowly come to understand that Peter is far more vigilante than hero?

Anyone got some of those type of fics to recommend (the length or status (WIP, completed, etc) doesnt matter)? Cause I've gone through so many fics on Ao3 and there truly aren't enough.

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kandisheek · 2 months ago

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TAG GAME: Describe 10 of your fics with GIFs or memes

Thank you so much @fohatic and @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea for tagging me in this fun game by @nostalgicatsea! I only made 8 GIFs for this, but I hope it still counts!

Some More Equal Than Others (M, Steve/Tony)

Dolphins Do It Better (E, Steve/Tony)

Not With A Bang, But A Whimper (M, Steve/Tony)

Seaward on the Waves (E, Steve/Tony)

A Hundred Visions And Revisions (M, Steve/Tony)

A Just Reward (E, Steve/Tony)

Gift Of Consequence (M, Steve/Tony)

Situation Normal: All Fucked Up (T, Steve/Tony)

Aaaand that's all of them! I'm tagging @laidraws @perlmutt-perl @bladeofthenebula27 @starkparade and @tinystark616, as well as anyone else who wants to do this!

#marvel #stony #steve tony #my gifs #fanfic recs #stony fanfiction

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stevetonyweekly · 1 month ago

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SteveTony Weekly - Week 19 - Secret Identity

Today I’m giving you a list of one of my favorite--I say this every time, don’t I?--tropes unique for Steve and Tony and that is--secret identity!

I just really love the confusion and the reveal, all the angst and the relief, it’s just--such a good trope and it fits the comic cannon for them so perfectly, who WOULDN’T love it?

So here’s some of my favorites.

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

Think of This as Solving Problems (That Should Never Have Occurred) by Sineala

No one knows Tony is Iron Man. Then Tony gets amnesia, and literally no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Reputation by copperbadge

Steve thinks Iron Man is trading sexual favors to Tony Stark for perks for the Avengers, and he's determined to protect his teammate.

To Make Much of Time by Sineala

When Iron Man rejects Steve's romantic advances, Steve is disappointed, but of course he understands -- Iron Man's secret identity is important. But when a portal opens and Tony Stark crashes into their midst from twelve years in the future, Steve starts to suspect that there are more secrets here than he can even begin to comprehend, and neither Iron Man nor Tony are providing any answers.

Wait & Sea by Lenalena

In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

Gift With Purchase by sabrecmc

“Just…” and Tony could practically hear Pepper attempting to rub the tension out of her temples. “Just so we are clear,” Pepper began, trying to sound business-like, as if this were just any other phone call about stocks or production or whatever it was Pepper was usually blathering on about, “At the gala event for the Wounded Warriors Foundation, of which Stark Industries is a major donor, you met one Steven G. Rogers, Captain, U.S. Army Special Forces, one of the most decorated soldiers in all the armed forces, one of the handful of living Medal of Honor recipients, the man People Magazine dubbed “Captain America” in their front page story about his battlefield heroics that saved multiple lives, which went on to detail how his spare time is devoted to, and I’m quoting here, “providing art therapy to troubled and disadvantaged youth from the Brooklyn, New York area where Capt. Rogers grew up,” and you mistook him for a high-priced hooker and then proceeded to proposition him.”

Tony paused, breathing in deeply. “Well, when you say it like that, it just sounds bad.”

Iron Man: Unavailable, Tony Stark: In Trouble by navaan

After what happened in New York the Avengers with the help of Tony Stark are trying to become more independent. The team has grown together and for Steve Iron Man is a big part of that, although he has some trouble getting along with his employer. Then Steve faces a bit of a mystery when Tony Stark gets kidnapped – and Iron Man, who is supposed to be the man's bodyguard when he's not an Avenger, is nowhere to be found.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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crazysandwich · 24 days ago

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MCU Fic Recs #4

Here’s the fourth part of my MCU rec post series! These are some of my personal favorites from what I’ve read this past week. Still fully in my Thunderbolts era, so there’s a good mix of old loves and new obsessions. Of course featuring my forever favorites (Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers) and my latest hyperfixations: Bob Reynolds and John Walker.

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

as they learned to see

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Relevant tags: Reverse Big Bang Challenge, Surveillance, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Temporary Blindness, Temporary Hearing Loss, Medical Experimentation, Body Modification, Medical Procedures, Morse Cod,e Seizures, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sparring, First Kiss, Insecurity, Temporary Muteness, Nightmares

Summary: Tony stayed silent through her terse explanation, anger growing. When Natasha was finished, he asked, “So you’re telling me that Steve’s been missing for almost two months, most likely kidnapped by an unknown organization, a force which employs two brilliant but completely crazy scientists that hate Stark Industries because they were refused jobs on the basis of their psych evals, and I’m only hearing about this now?”

5 times Peter isn't okay

Relationship: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Relevant tags: Angst, Homeless Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Dark May Parker (Spider-Man), 5 + 1 Things, Running Away,Angst with a Happy Ending, Peter Parker Needs a Underage Drinking, Underage Drug Use, Peter Parker Angst, Swearing Bad Cindy, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Field Trip, Identity Reveal, Adoption

Summary: And the one time he is.

When May kicks Peter out after he refuses to give up Spider-Man, Peter finds it hard to adjust to his new life with Tony Stark and the Avengers.

Sitting Down in the Shower Day

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

Relevant tags: John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Soft John Walker (Marvel), Robert "Bob" Reynolds Needs a Hug (Marvel), Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John Walker (Marvel), Bisexual John Walker (Marvel), Soft Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Depression, Tough Love, First Kiss, Getting Together, Idiots in Love

Summary: When John is tasked with keeping an eye on Bob while Yelena goes on a recon mission, he finds that he has little patience to do things the gentle way. Of course, that doesn't mean that his way doesn't get results, and maybe something more.

Tomorrow I'll Be Brave (You'll Make Me Brave)

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

Relevant tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), John Walker Needs A Hug (Marvel), Protective Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Developing Relationship, Team as Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top John Walker (Marvel), Bottom Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), 5+1 Things, Awkward Dates

Summary: As John and Bob are teetering on the beginnings of a relationship, John gets to hear the opinion of every teammate on his intentions and treatment of Bob. Of course, this kind of thing can only be super helpful for someone as self-loathing as John, right?

5 times the team warned John away from Bob and the 1 time Bob warned them away from John

You do not need to read the first story to understand this one, but if you want to then I won't stop you

Come Into My Bedroom

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

Relevant tags: Comfort, Feelings Realization, Sleeping Together, Literal Sleeping Together, 5+1 Things, John Walker Has a Praise Kink (Marvel), Thunderbolts Team Members Live in the Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel), Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel)

Summary: 5 times John and Bob slept together (literally) and 1 time they slept together (figuratively)

What’s in a Name

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

Relevant tags: Porn with Feelings, Under-negotiated Kink, Daddy Issues, power bottom bob reynolds, john walker is both really sappy and a huge dick, Thunderbolts Team Members Live in the Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel)

Summary: Bob didn’t know himself very well before he met the Thunderbolts, but one of the few things he did know was that he hated being called ‘Bobby.’ These days even that might not be true.

we leave through the fire

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Relevant tags: Parent Bucky Barnes, Father-Son Relationship, Hydra Peter Parker, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Bucky Barnes, Evil Alexander Pierce, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Child Soldiers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Protective Steve Rogers, Bucky is peters dad, Kid Fic, Genius Peter Parker, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Child Death Off screen, Suicidal Thoughts

Summary: They called the soldier into a training room where he saw his son hanging upside down on the ceiling.

“Hi Papa!” He cheered, waving with a big smile even though the soldier never gave one back.

“Look, Soldat, your son is a miracle,” an agent cackled, yellow teeth shining in the fluorescent lights, “crawling the walls like a little spider!”

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The soldier doesn’t remember his son’s birth or how he came to be. He doesn’t remember bedding a woman and watching her belly swell, but they said the boy was his. He does know that he will protect and teach the boy within the confines of their cell walls. Even when the handlers berate him. Even when the good guys take him away

Do I wanna know?

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/John Walker

Relevant tags: Enemies to Lovers, John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Bucky Barnes Feels, Angst, Fluff, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Team as Family, Thunderbolts Team Members Live in the Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel), The Void Shame Rooms (Thunderbolts 2025), There Was Only One Bed, First Kiss, Bottom John Walker (Marvel), First Time, Shameless Smut, Feminization, Rough Sex, Aftercare

Summary: After so much tension team sends them on a blind date, with each other. And then there's a comeback plan which includes one bed and the tension gives in... boom an excuse to write smut while doing some character study

The Anatomy of a Bad Day

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker

Relevant tags: Angst, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety Attacks, Vomiting, Domestic, Cooking, Grocery Shopping, Chopped (TV Show), John Walker Being an Asshole (Marvel), John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Comfort Food, Adult Content, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Suicide Attempt, Past Drug Use, Baking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Mentions of Death

Summary: “What do you want to put on the pizza?” John asked, pulling an easy recipe up on his phone.

“Pepperoni,” was Bob’s reply.

John blinked. “That’s it?”

Bob shrank in on himself. “What’s wrong with pepperoni?”

“You could put anything on this pizza and all you want is pepperoni.”

“I still don’t see an issue with that,” Bob said.

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John Walker is hopelessly starved of human connection and, despite knowing he has an absolutely heinous case of assholery, he can't help but be drawn to Bob, who is notoriously not an asshole. When Bob asks John to teach him how to cook, the two can't help but begin to intertwine. John just hopes he doesn't end up destroying his chance at a meaningful relationship before they even make it to friendship.

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