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It's quarantine. Old WIP bc my old works are better than my recent.

Penny rolled over in warmth, snuggling closer to a firm chest before arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

A smile played on her lips as she hummed, "Hmm, morning. Sun's up."

Tony grunted, gathering her balled-up frame and pulling her against him before rolling them over onto his opposite side. Penny giggled. "What'd'ya wan' me to do? Photosynthesis?"

"Better than whatever you're doing." She sassed back.

Tony grinned against the back of her neck and Penny repressed a shudder as he spoke, his warm breath fanning across her redding skin. "You weren't complaining last night."

She swatted his arm and laughed, "Pervy old man."

He chuckled but settled once again.

Penny pulled back slightly to look up at him. His brown hair, attractively salted, was a mess and his skin was glowing softly from the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. She took note of his non-existent eye bags. Their agreement started months ago when Penny woke up in her room, Spidey Sense screaming at her to Get Up and Go, Go, Go To Tony. So she did and she found her mentor in the midst of a nightmare. She calmed him before climbing into bed and holding him when he asked her, half-awake, not to leave. And slowly, they realized both their nightmares were held at bay when they slept in each other's arms. Thus, Tony got his eight hours of sleep and so did Penny, usually.

"Few more minutes." He grumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 

Penny giggled at the tickle of his beard before burying her nose into his hair and inhaling deep. Despite the quarantine, these have been some of the most amazing months ever. Most of the team were enhanced in some way or the other, meaning they were immune. The only ones who were vulnerable were Tony, Clint, Rhodes, Sam, and Scott. But they had moved their families/work to the Compound, so everything worked out.

Superhero work didn't stop, of course. But even some of the villains seemed to get some brains for a little while.

Penny's lips parted and she exhaled a long, soft breath as his warm lips brushed against her collar. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. Despite their relationship and agreement, nothing romantic ever took place. Penny didn't know if she was thankful or not. Many nights, when Tony was asleep at her side, snoring, she'd climb out and walk around the Compound to distract herself from the feelings that wanted to explode from her chest. The same feelings threatened to do so now and she wondered why she ever thought she'd have the strength to continue this until... When? Opening her eyes, she slowly untangled her limbs from his before climbing out of bed.

Tony let out a groggy groan, peeking at her with one eye. "Where're ya goin', Penny?"

Penny offered him a smile as she combed her hand through her hair before looking away. "Time to get up, Tony."

Tony stared at her back in confusion and worry. Many mornings, or in the middle of the night, he'd wake up alone. In the beginning, it worried him. So he'd asked FRIDAY if Penny had a nightmare(no) and where she was. She'd return 30 minutes to 3 hours later and watch him before climbing back into bed and laying with her back to him on the opposite side. One night, he had yet to fall asleep and felt her shifting in his arms. He didn't dare open his eyes, but felt hers on him, searching, before she finally disentangled with a heavy sigh and left, returning an hour later looking calmer.

"Are you okay, Kid?" Tony asked suddenly as he pushed the sheets off.

Penny looked over her shoulder as she searched through his drawers for clothes. She tossed him a confused look before focusing back on her task. "Ya. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sitting against the headboard with arms crossed as he watched her, Tony decided. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

She stood straight and Tony's eyes were drawn to her perky, cloth covered ass. He watched her back as she pulled her sleep shirt over her head, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. His gaze trailed over the few scars on her skin, from injuries too severe not to leave anything behind. He licked his lips, mapping the curves of her back and arms and legs for the millionth time. And then it was gone, apricot back and perky ass covered by an oversized Captain America shirt. Facing towards him, she watched him with a knitted brow before tossing a white wife-beater at his face.

Tony caught it easily but didn't bother putting it on as he climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck once again, inhaling the soft smell of tea tree and peonies. He felt her tense under his hold and frowned.

"What're you doing? Go take a shower. You stink." She teased, pulling away from him with a half smile.

Half an hour later and Tony was making his way to the common level in his wife-beater and a pair of gray sweats, Penny trailing behind him in her shorts, shirt, and unicorn rainbow knee socks.

"Hmmm, I smell bacon." Penny murmured, skipping ahead of him. "I'm gonna gain ten pounds a day if Mr. Barnes keeps cooking for us. After brunch, wanna hit the gym?" She asked over her shoulder before running off without waiting for a response.

Tony chuckled at her youthfulness and followed, smiling softly at what he saw; the entire team hanging out. After Germany, he never thought he'd see, or feel, this way, ever again. The wholesome feeling of being a part of something bigger than any of them individually. And with all the welcome additions, life felt perfect. Everyone was slowly, but surely, healing themselves and each other.

Tony nodded to Bucky who was flipping pancakes and the ex-Hydra assassin quirked the corner of his mouth in response. Bucky wasn't totally healed, but he was getting there. More times than Tony could count, he had been ambushed by Steve and thanked and apologized to profusely for everything he had done. Taking all of them back in, plus more, and forgiving them.

/Corner me one more time, Capsicle, and I'm throwing you out. Along with the rest of you free loaders./

/Tony./

/I'm serious, Rogers. It's done and over with. I've moved on, so should you./

Penny jumped Harley, who had been talking to Shuri, Cassie, Lila, Pietro, and Wanda, and the teens laughed. Tony settled next to Bruce as the scientist munched through his stack of waffles while reading through some data.

Brunch was wholesome, the family scattered throughout the room. Laughter and playful yells going back and forth. Everyone felt content. Tony stood, eyes searching for Penny. He found her next to Steve, the blond gesturing to her shirt and the girl laughing in response. Tony watched her take care of her dishes before coming up behind her.

"Gym?"

She tilted her head back and looked at him, smiling. Tony smiled back in reflex. "Ya, sure. Lemme just get changed first." She brushed her hand against his chest and Tony felt warmth bloom throughout his body, simply because of her touch and the soft shimmer in her eyes. When her back turned, he shook his head, realizing for the millionth time just how hard he was falling for the young woman.

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Peter/Avengers, dub/con, captivity, Part 4

TAGGING PEOPLE STILL ISN’T WORKING!

Support couldn’t give me an answer to my problem. Though they said they would send me a link with a tool kinda thing, that I would have to install, and maybe that might help, then. Havn’t gotten it yet, but they said it might take a few days to get the file packed, or something. I have no clue about these things. Wish I had a Tony Stark in real life I could go bother with this.

Anyway, I would like to ask everyone to reblog this post, if you don’t mind, so that hopefully everyone who asked to be tagged for future parts will be able to find this. Thanks!

Read previous parts here:

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I’m a bit late with this one but I’m not on Tumblr anymore (just post once a week here) so I miss all the new Challenges. I have to thank my dear Patreons for letting me know about this one. The Naked Challenge!  Let’s start:

100 notes - Without Jacket and Tie.

300 notes - Shirtless.

500 notes - Boxers.

1000 notes - Uncensored NSFW full Tony.

Maybe the lights/shadows are a bit off in a couple but because it started as a Suggestion Box request of a full naked Tony and I just added clothes  🤣

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You Lost Me ~ fem!Peter Parker x Tony

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You Lost Me

Summary: Five years after the Snap, it's been reversed. Everyone is back, even Natasha. Six years after Penny and Tony got married, five years after Penny gave birth to Morgan, five years after Penny bit the dust but came back... She finds Tony and Morgan... And Pepper.

~

The war is over. The Snap's been reversed. Natasha's alive... Tony has a metal arm.

Everything's been a flurry. Penny didn't even get the chance to see Tony aside from hugging him upon returning, in the middle of a battle field, and she didn't get to ask about her. Her baby. Morgan. But was whisked away by Fury, as was the rest of them, one-by-one debriefed. Fury was furious to have missed out on the last five years. Penny suffered no serious wounds. But the same couldn't be said for Tony. During the debriefing and the two days being away from her love, Tony was in the hospital, healing. His entire right arm, gone. She was ravenous and ate half the cafeteria.

When Karen told her that Tony could accept visitors, she jumped out of her bed so fast and down the halls, that she felt dizzy upon arriving to the med-room. But the spell was nothing compared to the sight she found through the glass walls.

Tony, smiling, laying up in a med-bed. He was pale, graying, and just as handsome as the day they met. But what caused Penny to sway on her feet was Pepper, who stood over Tony, grasping his hand, staring into his eyes so intimately. The wind was knocked from her lungs when the redhead bent down and met Tony for a kiss. Penny could hear her blood rushing in her ears. The kiss lasted hours or minutes or seconds. She couldn't tell. When they pulled away, they were both smiling and Tony shifted slightly, turning on his side to face Pepper more, only for his eyes to land on Penny.

Penny's cheeks flushed red and she ducked her head. 'What!?' Was the internal scream. Where did the wave of shame come from? This was her husband! Of an entire year before the Snap! They had a child! Why was she so ashamed of witnessing her lover and his ex kiss!? She deserved an explanation!

The ruby lined gold band tightened on her wedding finger.

"Mrs. Stark."

Penny winced at the title.

"Mr. Stark has asked for you."

When she looked back up, through the windows, Pepper was gone and Tony was sitting up on his med-bed, about ready to stand.

Her voice trembled, "O-okay..."

Her feet shifted. Should she walk or run? Rush into his arms? Or restrain herself? What had she seen!?

Her throat twisted as she slowly made herself into the room. Her head was bowed.

"Um, y-you- um..." She couldn't find the words. "Shouldn't- shouldn't you be resting? You-you shouldn't be up, should you?" She whispered meekly.

"We should talk."

Penny winced. His voice was cold and hard. She looked up and found the smile that was on his lips five seconds ago completely gone, replaced with thinly pressed lips.

"Uh, ya. You- you and Pepper? I- did- she..." She gnawed her bottom lip, twisting the band on her finger behind her back.

"It's been five years." Tony stated as-a-matter-of-factually as he started down at her seriously in his med gown.

The situation was almost comical.

"Ya, you look great." She said through a slight laugh before gulping thickly.

"Pepper and I got back together."

Penny's hands began to shake. Her head still bowed as she stared down at her Shield sponsored shoes. "I-I-I..." Her throat closed. Her stomach twisted. Her hands went clammy and her eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill. "Morgan?" She croaked.

"She's fine. Doing great in school."

"Do-does she-..." She could barely bring herself to say the words, "Does she know about me?" She whimpered.

"No."

Penny choked, the tears finally falling. Slipping down her cheeks before hitting the white tiles. "S-so, Pepper. She's- Morgan calls her-?" Her words were barely a whisper, tightfisted hands trembling at her side.

"She calls her Momma." Tony affirmed. There was a pause before he softened his voice, "Listen, Kid-"

Penny winced. There it was. That word. That nickname. That's what he saw her as, once again. A Child.

"You can visit her. You did give birth to her, after all. You have visiting rights. Just don't tell her who you are." Don't tell her you're her Mother.

And that was the point. Penny finally looked up. A watery, broken smile split her lips as she stared up at him. Her sight was so blurred from tears, all she saw of him was a bubbly silhouette. She gave a gasping laugh, "It's fine. I-I've no right. Pepper is her mother. Not me. She doesn't know me. Bye, Tony."

Her smile only widened before she turned on her heel and walked out with a high chin, the tears falling down her cheeks and dripping down her chin.

"The Tower is open to you, Kid." He called after before the door closed behind her. She yanked the ring off her finger, but couldn't bring herself to throw it to the side. They'd been through so much. She gripped the metal tight in her hand, its edges digging into her palm and cutting.

Her high chin remained, a faux semblance of dignity -formerly being Tony's wife and carrying Morgan had given her some-, as she walked the halls of the Compound with tears falling non-stop down her face. Everything was a haze around her. She went through the Common Room and didn't drop her chin, not noticing the Team looking on at her sympathetically. They all knew. But no one told her. No one pulled her aside before hand and braced her. The dams broke when she entered the her room. The doors hadn't even swished close behind her before she crumpled to her knees and fell to her elbows in tears, unable to breathe.

For hours, she was pressed into the corner of the room, hands wrapped around the ring, trying to push it into her chest, barely breathing as sobs racked her body and icy tendrils constricted her lungs. She stayed like that for five days. Not once did anyone visit. Not once did Tony come see her. Not once did she eat. Not once did she move.

"Mrs. Stark."

Penny's form was a ball, on her side, ring still in hand. Her hair a tangled mass from how many times she combed her hand through it and pulled and tugged and ripped. Her skin was oily, sweaty.

"Mrs. Stark."

Her crack lips parted. Sleep encrusted eyelids cracking open just a sliver.

"Mrs. Stark."

She moaned.

"Good evening, Mrs. Stark."

"T-Tony?" She whispered, delusional. That was what Tony would call her during their honeymoon and afterward, so proud of their marriage.

There was a pause. "I am afraid not, Mrs. Stark. Would you like me to call Boss?

"No!" She croaked, the memories flooding back. She couldn't cry. No tear escaped her. She was out. But a harsh, empty cough wrecked her body.

"Mrs. Stark, you have been in your room for 137 hours. Your belongings at Stark Tower have been arranged."

"Okay." Penny's whisper was weak and she rolled her head back, eyes shutting once more to enter the painful, nightmare filled bliss. It was the only escape she had.

"Mrs. Stark, I would highly recommend you get up. You have not eaten in nearly a week."

"M'okay."

"Your metabolism is beginning to eat your fats, Mrs. Stark. I'm afraid you are not okay."

"I just wanna sleep." Penny whimpered.

"You have been sleeping, Penny." Penny didn't know if she imagined it, but it sounded as if FRIDAY's voice had softened. "You need to get up, now, Penny."

"It's cold, May." She cried.

Silence filled her room once more and lasted for almost ten minutes before her doors swished open. Dum-E, Wal-E(Penny's own creation from six years ago), as well as lesser handling AI's arrived, carefully nudging Penny's form.

She was barely conscious as they gently took hold of her. "Tony?" Penny whispered.

"Sh," FRIDAY hushed her, soothing. "It's okay, Penny."

The robots sat her up, placed the ring on her finger, and carefully peeled the clothes from her sweat sticky body before shifting her onto Dum-E's base, which had been cushioned by foam, and drove her to the bathroom. Dum-E entered the shower while Wal-E twisted the knob of the water. They didn't place her under the jet until the temp was acceptable.

Penny mewled softly in distress.

Dum-E washed her hair with shampoo and conditioner while Wal-E did the body wash with a rag. A smaller bot rolled over and used its two rubber hands do carefully wash Penny's face. FRIDAY controlled the bot herself and wiped away the crusty sleep. They rinsed her and dried her off. Penny shivered in the cold but otherwise remained unresponsive as FRIDAY searched through her limited closet and found underwear, a pair of gray sweats, and a large black shirt. They, somehow, dressed her. FRIDAY dried her hair before brushing it then placing it in high ponytail. They carefully deposited her onto this bed and pulled the covers over her. The bots lefts, Dum-E swiping the the bangs behind her ear before following the others.

She slept another day before waking to FRIDAY calling, "Mrs. Stark, it's time to get up."

"What?" Penny whispered.

"It's time to wake up, Mrs. Stark. It's 9:26 AM."

"Oh. Okay." She remained there for five more seconds before rolling onto her opposite and reaching out. Her brows furrowed at finding empty space and she opened her eyes, finding nothing but rumpled blankets. A moment passed before she inhaled sharp, suddenly remembering that day. She looked around herself, wondering how she ended up in bed. She could smell the soaps, hair still slightly damp, especially her pillow.

"What time is it, again, Fri?" Penny whispered, sitting up to bury her face into her hands. The metal of the ring touched her forehead and she dropped the hand into her lap, using her other hand to cover her eyes.

"9:27 AM, Mrs. Stark."

A beat, "C-could you stop calling me that, Fri? Call me Penny or Ms. Parker. Anything. Jus-just don't call me that, please."

"Of course, Ms. Parker."

"Thanks, Fri."

A few minutes passed before she maneuvered her aching limbs until she was standing. She stared across the room blankly, for a moment without purpose, before finding a bottle of water on her bedside table. Her movements were painstakingly slow as she made her way over. She finally uncapped it, avoiding looking at her hands, and downed the entire bottle in a few gulps.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, FRIDAY often reminding her where she was and what she was doing. She didn't realize Dum-E was hovering behind her in the distance. The small bot FRIDAY had controlled the previous night sitting on Dum-E's base.

Her small amount of belongings didn't even fill her backpack halfway until she was in a self-driving car heading back to New York. To no one's knowledge, Wal-E, Dum-E, and FRIDAY followed in the trunk of the car.

The three hours passed in silence. She decided to head straight for May before arriving at the tower. She pulled on a smile. May, Ned, and MJ had all disappeared due to the Snap, so they remained unchanged. Their reunion was... Nice. But it did nothing to the gaping void in Penny's chest. With every passing moment, the cavity grew bigger, taking her breath away.

After a couple hours with May and her best friends, she excused herself. What was her excuse again? She can't remember.

She entered the Tower. She knew she shouldn't come back. Not to this 93 story-tall reminder of who was missing in her life.

Tony had five years to recover from the Snap. He raised Morgan. He remarried. But it had only been a few days for everything to fall out from under Penny's feet.

~

Tony stared into his tumbler, watered down whiskey and ice clinking back and forth, reflecting an amber color onto his metal hand. He clicked his tongue and looked away, gulping down the thick knot in his throat as he stared out the Compound window wall and to the green grounds, lush with trees. The past week had been a flurry of debriefings and check-ups and paperwork and anything to keep him busy. He was thankful for the work. It kept his mind away from her. He told FRIDAY not to notify him of her, but he found himself, more than once, opening his mouth to redact that order.

He grit his teeth, wondering if she was sleeping in their bed.

Sighing, he stood suddenly. The lull in business had his mind wandering. Is she sleeping in their bed? Is she sleeping at all? Or has she return to May? Is she eating? Of course she's eating. She's probably stressed. She's a stress eater. God, I stressed her out. I ruined everything! Why did I do it?

A small voice nudged him, Why did you hurt her? Or why did you remarry?

His teeth screeched with the pressure. He hated what he did to her that day. How he was stiff, emotionless. Cold. While tears rolled down her cheeks and her shoulders shook. It took all his willpower not to pull her into his grasp while his heart broke when she looked up to him and gave the biggest, fakest smile, tears falling down her cheeks.

~

It took two days before Penny could make it off the couch. She stood before their- her bedroom door for almost an hour, twisting the jeweled band on her finger. Her trembling hand was held out for five minutes before she finally grasped the knob and pushed the door open. Her heart lurched to her throat. The room was immaculate. Gray bed covers pulled taught. Curtains drawn. Floor clean.

She wondered who cleaned it. She knew Tony didn't. He couldn't clean for the life of him.

But she couldn't bring herself to crawl into the bed. For almost a week, she slept at the foot of the bed, shuddering. She never wore anything but sweaters and sweatpants and thick socks, but the chill that pierced her to the bone originated from inside.

The only thing that went into her body was water. FRIDAY coaxed her to eat on the third day. The cheese string she barely managed to chew was soon puked out not fifteen minutes later.

Days passed with her sitting on the couch, huddled into a ball, staring out the window wall as life continued around her. The trembling never stopped. The pressure that threatened to cave in her chest only grew heavier. A weight was added down onto her shoulders. The cavity where her heart should have been, making her barely able to breath. A halo of depression rested atop her, large black wings wrapped around her, made only of dark thoughts and hate and pain and yearning.

For the first time in the two weeks, she croaked out, "FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Ms. Parker?" The response was immediate. As FRIDAY always is. But her tone seemed desperate.

"Mor-Morgan..." She sucked in a large breath, trying to breathe.

"Is five, now, Ms. Parker. Would you like me to call her?"

"No!" Penny yelped, nearly falling off the couch.

Dum-E,Wal-E, and FRIDAY whirred closer. They had been on her heels the entire stay, bringing her water and waking her when she had nightmares. They could nothing about her panic attacks. Penny wouldn't let them. She deserved them, she told them, when FRIDAY tried to pull her out with her voice, she deserved it, "...for causing him so much pain."

"No, please, Fri." Penny whispered as she huddled tighter into her ball. "Just-... Can I see pictures of her?"

A beat, "Are you sure that is wise, Penny?"

Penny scowled. First Kid, now Penny from the always professional AI. Why do people change your name when they're trying to be nice? It doesn't fix shit. "It's Ms. Parker, FRIDAY." The girl ordered coldly.

Another beat, silence.

Penny sucked in a breath.

That was mean.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav-... Please, Fri. Just, let me see her, before..." Penny inhaled a shudder, "Please."

A single beat passed before the holo-screen embedded on the window wall lit up, showing a picture of Morgan when she was born. Penny's lips quivered. Herself, from five years ago, held Morgan in her arms. Past-Penny was pale, lips cracked, with dark eye bags, but she was bright with joy and she cradled her baby. Tony stood over his girls, smiling bright, tears in his eyes, his hand at Penny's back, the other hand stroking Morgan's soft cheeks.

"Next,"

Another picture. The trio just leaving the hospital. Penny in a wheelchair, grinning, holding Morgan who was swathed in white cloth, while Tony stood behind them, some silly expression, as he pushed the wheelchair.

One-by-one the pictures passed, slowly showing Morgan grow up. There were none six months after Morgan's birth, after the Snap. Then they restarted. Tony holding Morgan, looking sad but smiling. Morgan was one when Pepper joined. Morgan was two-and-a-half when Pepper had a ring. Penny couldn't help but smile. Morgan was giggling in Pepper's arms. The redhead had a bright beam, eyes sparkling. Tony stood behind them yet again. Arms wrapped around Pepper's waist, chin on her shoulder, grinning.

They looked happy.

She stared at that picture for hours or seconds or years. Morgan and Pepper even kinda looked like each other. They looked like a family. Happy. Content. Perfect.

Who was she to ruin that? She was gone for five fucking years. Tony got over her. Morgan was fine. They were happy. And she was okay with that.

"Next, Ms. Parker?" FRIDAY asked.

"Show me the last picture taken of her."

The holo-screen blurred, racing past saved pixel data before coming to a sudden halt.

They were inside Tony's cabin. The one they, Tony and Penny pregnant with Morgan, would visit every weekend which Tony and her had built together as a getaway from the media and social standards. You could see it was raining outside. Pepper and Tony were kissing. Arms around each other. Happy! A little girl dressed in red stood between their stomachs. She had brown hair, brown eyes, big pink cheeks, and a bright grin. She cradled a helmet that resembled Iron Man but was blue and silver, slender. Pepper's.

Morgan was smiling, beaming. So, so, so happy. Without Penny.

Penny stood suddenly, ignoring the spell of dizziness that washed over her.

"Ms. Parker?" FRIDAY questioned, unsure.

"FRIDAY." Penny started, voice trembling but a smile on her lips as tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled the ring off her finger and placed it on the table that stood in front of the couch.

"Yes, ma'am."

"After I'm done... Tell Morgan that I love her. Don't tell her who. Just say Mommy loves her, okay?" She whispered, hands trembling as she took slow steps.

"After what, Ms. Parker?"

Penny didn't respond, ignoring the AI's calls of her name. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing on the rooftop. She stood on the ledge. The biting wind slapping her cheeks was the only thing she felt through the numbness. She stared down at the streets. People walking, street posts bright. She wondered how they'd react if someone suddenly fell splat at their feet.

For a brief moment she wondered how the world react to Spider-Woman's suicide. But then she remembered. Spider-Woman has been gone for five years. They've already forgotten about her.

Nobody needed her. Nobody wanted her. 

Her numb lips smiled. The world would be alright. Ned and MJ would be fine. They'd miss her, maybe, but they'd get over it. Aunt May would be fine. She has Happy, May told her. She knew the moody bodyguard would take care of her beloved Aunt.

Morgan had Tony and Pepper. Tony had Morgan and Pepper. They were perfect. She'd only ruin it all.

She giggled as she teetered on the ledge. Everything's flawless. All except her. And what does an insignificant crumb do in a perfect world?

Fall away.

~

"Boss?"

Tony looked to the ceiling with a smile. Morgan sat on his lap, giggling. They were playing tickle fight!

"Ya, Fri?"

"Ms. Par-"

Tony's brows furrowed, "I thought I told you not to tell me of her activities."

"Whose Ms. Parr, Daddy?" Morgan asked, cocking her head to the side curiously, just like her Mo- just like Penny.

"A friend, Sweetie."

"Ms. Parker-"

Tony's lips pressed into a thin line."FRIDAY, what did I sa-?"

"Penelope is on the roof of Stark Tower, Tony." FRIDAY said suddendly, cutting him off.

Tony lurched straight, eyes wide. "What?" He croaked. He looked at Morgan's curious expression and pulled her off his lap. He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, "I'll be back, Sweetie."

"'Kay, Daddy."

"Pepper, watch Morgs, I have to go!" He yelled throughout the cabin.

He didn't hear the redhead's response as he dashed out the door and towards his car. He started it up as fast as he could, muttering No under his breath like a mantra. His eyes were wide, heart racing.

He was down the road in less that a minute, at the Tower in fifteen.

He ran to the elevator, already open for him, and made it to the penthouse. The elevator didn't go to the roof, but there were stairs.

He ran across the penthouse and saw the picture of Pepper, Tony, and Morgan on the window wall. Her ring glistened on the table, reflecting the setting sun that shone through the glass. His gut twisted, wondering if that's what she spent the entirety of the last two weeks doing; seeing how he moved on, watching their daughter grow up as he married Pepper. All the while twisting that ring, that promise, between her fingers.

He yanked the door to the staircase open and ran up the stairs, nearly falling. He pushed the already open door farther and stepped onto the roof, into the biting cold. His hand was immediately webbed to the door.

His head jumped up and found Penny standing on the ledge, facing him, tangled hair whipping around her red face. Her eyelids were swollen, cheeks red, skin pale, lips cracked. Deep, dark bags hung sickeningly prominent under her eyes. Her clothes looked like they were five sizes too big as they hung off her skeletal body. He realized she hadn't eaten in... Weeks?

"Hi, Tony." She whispered.

He somehow heard her over the angry wind. Was it angry at him? It should be.

"Hey, Baby. What're you doing up here?" He asked, trying to sound soothing as he flexed his digits, trying to loosen his fingers from the silken lock.

She gave a soft laugh, looking back over her shoulder.

~

Penny didn't know how long she had been standing there. But it was nice. She stared up at the stars. For once, the sky was clear, as if God was granting her this kindness. For the last thing she sees to be a beautiful night sky. She wanted to be a star. Maybe she could watch her two loves from above. She couldn't do that as a human. She'd have to ask Him when they met.

Suddenly, disturbing her peace, a red hot tingle ran up her spine and she spun around, forever balanced, and shot a natural web to trap Tony's hand to the door, keeping him in place.

She surveyed him. His hair was a mess, eyes wide with panic. He was in sweats and a t-shirt. She felt bad. He was obviously comfortable relaxing at home, maybe at the Cabin. It was Saturday, wasn't it? And she had to ruin it.

"Hi, Tony." She said softly.

His head jerked up, meeting her gaze, "Hey, Baby. What're you doing up here?"

She laughed, "You know why I'm here, Tony."

He gulped thickly. "Baby, c'mon."

Again. There was another. An endearment. Of course he'd call her that now.

He doesn't care about you. A small voice whispered. Not for the first time. He just doesn't want to deal with May. He's happy. He's got a beautiful Wife. How can you compete with Pepper Potts? She's perfect. And he's got a daughter. You couldn't raise her. You can't take care of Morgan. You couldn't even take care of yourself. You ruin everything.

Penny's smile broadened. "I don't blame you, y'know." She told him, drawing his attention away from his near-loose hand.

"What?" He croaked out.

"For marrying Pepper. She's kind, loving. So smart... Beautiful, too, of course. You've known her longer than me. She's a wonderful Mother. I've seen her with kids. You're lucky."

"No, no, no, Pen. I shouldn't have married her. I should've waited for you-"

"No, you shouldn't have, Tony." Penny said sternly. "Morgan needs a real Mother. Just like those tabloids and May and Flash and reporters said. I wouldn't be a good mother. I'm a teenager. I'm happy for you."

"Penny, please." His voice cracked, a tear trailing down his cheek. "Please, Penny. I can't lose you. Not again." He jerked on his hand, almost loose.

Her eyes softened, "Tony, you didn't lose me." She whispered. There was a strong lace of finality that caused Tony to look back up at her. The tears trailed down her smiling face.

"You never lost me, Baby. I lost you."

Her feet shuffled.

His hand came loose.

"I love you, Tony. I always have. I always will."

"No!"

She fell back with the glimpse of Tony running towards her. Her eyes stared up, each star twinkling, as if happy for her. She smiled.

"I love you, Morgan."

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Morgan & Tony Comics

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Michelle: What's wrong?

Peter: So I was carrying Mr Stark's soup over.

Michelle: Mhm

Peter: And half of my brain was like "careful, it's hot," and the other half was like "here's your soup."

Michelle: Mhm

Peter: So I said, "careful, it's soup."

Michelle:

Peter:

Michelle:

Peter: So I've come to the conclusion that I am a pinata and God is an eleven-year-old boy at his birthday party who just learned about his parents' divorce.

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Peter: You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection.

Tony: *gives him a strange look and hands his a piece of gum*

Peter: [thinking] Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I’ll have a stick. But no, no, no, no, no. For me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

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Peter: You know, Tony, I like Father’s Day. Not everyone in life has one but I had three. Of course, I still love Uncle Ben and Dad, but lately you have been the one who was here. On this day you and I as never before are close, and I can tell you about everything that worries me. I recently started dating MJ. She is great. And yes, I entered the MIT, can you imagine? All thanks to the lessons with you. I … You know, I miss.

Petet, looking at a Tony’s grave: Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

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Tony: You did good, Pete.

Peter: Thanks, daddy.

Tony:

Avengers:

Peter: Why is everyone staring at me?

Steve: You just called Tony daddy. You said, "thanks, daddy."

Peter: What? No, I didn't! I said, "thanks, Tony."

Steve: Do you see Tony as a father figure, Peter?

Tony: Yes! Yes, he does! Let's just say that's what this is.

Avengers: *side-eye Tony and quietly pity the 100 year old virgin*

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Peter: Ned, how do I flirt?

Ned: Well, maybe try it simple. Say 'You're beautiful', for starters?

...

Peter, walking into the lab the next day: Mr. Stark?

Tony, looking up from his work: Hey kid, what's up?

Peter, nervous and blushing: I'm beautiful, sir!

Tony: ...

Peter: ...

Tony: I'm glad you're becoming more confident, Peter, really, and I fully agree with you. You really are. Now get me that screwdriver over there before you start proposing to yourself.

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