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[nanostark]

Look - Yes, May's hot. Anyone with eyes can see that. And Tony Stark certainly isn't blind. He has an appreciation for beauty - He's only human. However, his interest in Peter's aunt goes a little deeper. He finds himself gravitating towards her. She's got this magnetic energy that he's never encountered before. And the best part? She doesn't tolerate any of his shit. Too many women over the years have told him what he wants to hear. Truthfully? He's getting older. He doesn't have the energy for the playboy lifestyle anymore. Spending time with Peter has made him think more about his life - The legacy he wants to leave behind. It's got him all up in his head and then there's May - May who loves that kid so much. May who's guided him and raised him. May who's currently calling Tony out on his bullshit.

How could he not be interested?

"Okay, yes - Maybe it's a little bit of a move. But - I am also worried about you getting cold. I don't want to have to break the news to the kid that I let his hot aunt die from hypothermia."

Her concerns are valid. Tony's reputation precedes him in a way that he'll never be able to control. There's too much out there. Too many stories, too many one night stands. It becomes difficult to convince people that his motives are genuine when so much past behaviour points to the contrary. "It's not a game, I promise." He moves to stand beside her so that she can see his phone. "Look? Email's already been set up for Peter." He shows her an email from the Stark Industries IT department confirming that the peterparker@starkindustries.com email address is now live. "And the grant - I'll contact my accountant right now and tell him to transfer the money." A quick text is sent, which he then shows to May.

"Look, my reputation isn't the best, but I'd never do wrong by Peter. I think he's a great kid and has a really bright future ahead of him. I promise I'm not using that to try and get into your bed." The phone is pocketed again, Tony looking at May. "You want the truth? You're like sunshine. I can't explain it. And I feel like one of those plants that just cannot get enough of your light. Which is cheesy and you might think it's just a line, but it's true." He tilts his head down the alley. "Want to go get a drink? There's a cocktail bar a block that way."

Tony Stark gracing a Thai restaurant in Queens of all places? Descending his tower to be one of the little residents of New York who both loved and hated Iron Man for his protection and damages done to the city for a night? Of course there'd be paparazzi waiting outside of the restaurant. May was just surprised Tony had accepted her given jokingly offer, her under the assumption they were doing their usual banter where he left May with flushed skin and cheeks aching from smiling so much. Peter even called her out on it after catching them together on the living room sofa, May pleading innocence and stating they'd been doing nothing but discussing Tony's offer and details for the Stark Internship... which had Peter questioning why she was so smiley then?

Like now.

Finally safe and secure after May grabbed Tony's hand to make a run for it through the backdoor of the restaurant and down the alleyways she knew well, May hadn't realized she'd left her jacket behind in the whirlwind, until noticing it was beginning to snow. Prompting Tony to offer his because she looks like she's freezing. Fighting back a wide smile, May studies Tony, and speaks once his jacket is secure around her shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arms in an attempt to warm her quickly.

Truth be told? May's shivers aren't because of the weather. "Ah, this is a move." She calls out, or so she thinks, smile now freely widened and feeling like the most seen woman in the entire world. But May needs to keep a clear head — this is Tony Stark of all people, crowned billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist. And May Parker hasn't been a fan.

But she might've had one too many lychee martinis to calm her nerves because May then blurts out "Annnnd... it's working! Who knew you were such a genuinely good guy. Or it's alll an act. But if it is, even I can't tell!" May's hands go up in defeat, and once she's going, May can't stop. "Look, Tony — cause I'm not gonna call you Mr. Stark — I know your game. Every woman in the world knows your game. So if you're doing this — flattering me, acting like a gentleman just to get into my pants and have zero intention of doing right by Peter with the grant and the Stark internship? I will make your life a living hell. Because to me? There's nothing that I care more for than Peter and his happiness." Too much? No, just enough! She wasn't a fool... even if she did have some ditzy tendencies.

@nanostark sent : “here, you look like you're freezing.” (Tony Stark to May Parker)

[nanostark]

[ 📲: TIN MAN ] If I sent you a dick pic, how believable would it be that it was on accident

[text; Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼] Depends - Send one and we'll see [text; Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼] I swear to god, if you send me a picture of myself I'm blocking you

[nanostark]

~ @ca1nsheresy || My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour. ~

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It's only when you're standing under an umbrella with someone else that you realise the close proximity of it. They always look bigger from the outside. However, now? He can practically feel the heat from Gabriel's breath. It's making him realise that it's been way too long since he'd last had sex.

"Very cosy - If we were in a romcom this is the part where we'd kiss."

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~ @ca1nsheresy || ❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜ ~

"Oh, you're not ready for the lecture that's -" Tony's cut off by a spasm of pain, his words trailing off into a grunt as his hand grips at Utterson. "You shouldn't be here - It's too dangerous." He finally manages to mutter out, but can't fully bring himself to let go. If he does he's half afraid the legs will collapse out from underneath him.

The attack had been unexpected. No suit to keep him shielded.

He collapses against Gabriel, hand gripping at his forearm. "Well, shit - Good thing you're a lawyer. Make sure all the greedy bastards don't try to take anything if I die. The will says it all goes to Pepper."

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"Even heroes need someone to believe in them."

Maybelle 'May' Parker

Works with F.E.A.S.T by day, moonlights as a medic to superheroes by night

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"Genuine question - Have you ever considered a suit to help with the whole -" Tony's hand gestures towards Rogue. "No touching thing." He leans forward, sizing her up for a moment. "I could build you something. World's our oyster, could do anything you want."

Tony's got a sorta chequered history with the X-Men, namely his tech being used against them - Against his knowledge, mind, but it still doesn't look great. As a result, he partly wants to offer an olive branch, show that not all of his tech is destructive and malicious. "How do you manage it now? Just avoid touching people?"

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Tony wanders around the museum, feigning interest as F.R.I.D.A.Y scans the environment. He's heard rumour about an artifact that's emitting some sort of energy. And, naturally, he can't resist being curious. Plus he figures it's better to get ahead of the shitstorm instead of waiting for aliens or whatever else to invade. He stands in front of an exhibit of vases, head tilting as he looks at them. "People really go wild for all this history, don't they?"

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Tony's so used to people having any form of a reaction to him that the lack of one takes him by surprise. He slides down in the seat, avoiding the Howard Stark fanclub that's congregating outside the diner, looking for him. There are only so many ways he can hear "Your dad's hot" without wanting to emancipate himself.

He lifts his hand to order more coffee before leaning over, hands lifting the book so he can see the cover. "Neuroscience at 2am - You know how to have a good time." He's very much up in the man's space, nosey. "I was at a conference last year in California introducing Computational Neuroscience - Anything in there about that?" It doesn't even occur to him to give the man space. Instead, he just thanks the waitress as she fills up their coffees and orders two pieces of pie.

@nanostark sent: don't look , you'll give us away .

STEPHEN'S PEN TAPS on the side of the mug that's needed a refill about three chapters ago. Principles of Neuroscience 4th Ed. Exceptional reading material at 2 a.m. with a mug of shit coffee, but it's one of the less popular 24 hour diners in the area, so it's easier to grab a seat ( probably because of the aforementioned shit coffee ).

He was doing just fine—thank you very much—until someone slid in the booth next to him; Stephen hadn't even bothered looking up to see whatever nonsense was surely about to unfold.

"Don't look; you'll give us away."

Don't look at what? Don't look at whom? And since when was there an 'us' to discuss?

❝ I DON'T CARE. ❞ Eyes fixed on the page, he slides his empty mug over with the backs of his fingers. ❝ Just flag someone down if you're going to be sticking around, and keep me out of whatever this is. ❞

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~ @musingmemories || ❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜ || from May ~

Tony watches Peter as he rushes around the lab, unaware that a small smile has formed on his lips. The kid has just wormed his way right in, it's impossible not to want the best for him. The latest is Tony giving him unlimited lab access for a school science project. "Huh? -" Eyes flick to May, a little scoff leaving him as he realises. "Don't go spreading that around, you'll ruin my reputation." It's easier to joke than admit anything that might lead to too much vulnerability.

"I'm only nice to him to get in with his hot aunt -" His lips curve into a cheeky grin as he gestures towards the sofa at the end of the lab. "Want a drink whilst you watch him work? DUM-E makes a mean cocktail."

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"You're not getting one any time soon so get it out of your head. It's a 'maybe in the future'." Tony's brow lifts. He makes a valid point. The headache of the two of them wouldn't be worth it. Not enough aspirin in the world for that. "Well, if you're not going out then make yourself useful - Pass me that tool kit."

❝ So, what you're saying is its not a full no no. I SWEAR you can trust me with a suit dad.❞ Stiles was not about to bring up the fact that he cannot be trusted to handle a normal weapon, like a gun. One time, he almost accidentally shot Scott in the head with an arrow. ❝ Hooking me up with Pete could easily backfire on you though, you might just get stuck with having to deal with BOTH of us yapping nonstop at the same time.❞

[nanostark]

Tony feels old. As much as he would love to keep up with the gods and the super soldiers, he can't. And it's becoming increasingly obvious with each fight that passes. It's one step closer to either giving up the suit, or death, and he can't decide which he'd prefer.

"Aye aye cap'n" Tony jokes, lifting his finger to his temple and giving a salute as he reclines back, stretching his body out with a crack. "Reckon we'll ever get a week off?"

He shrugs before watching Tony step out of his suit, wincing a little in empathy. That groan tells him all he needs to know: the man had been hit a bit harder than it seemed. He's been there, and he won't push for details.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe a few bruises here and there, but nothing I can't handle." He isn't going to push, but he is going to play leader and look out for his teammate. "Be sure to rest up. You took a few hits yourself, Stark. Nothing you can't handle, either, but I'm willing to bet you'll be feeling like you got run over by a truck in the morning."

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"Well - Yeah, I can see that, it was -" Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, deciding it's probably better to just let that one go. Castiel's so different to Gabe. He doesn't fully know what to talk to him about. So, he settles for what he knows. "Want to meet one of my robots?" When in doubt, drag DUM-E out.

@nanostark ;; meme (still accepting) Tony said: “Babygirl, you are awkward and do not understand social cues.”

                            AWKWARD IS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR WEIRD. Castiel doesn't like it. He doesn't feel awkward or weird, but he knows from experience that 98.6 % of people around him would classify him as such, and that's a hard number to battle or ignore. If you think a flower is green, but everyone around you keeps telling you it's red, then maybe you have dyschromatopsia. Maybe he is, in fact, awkward and weird. He definitely doesn't understand some social cues (because they're dumb and don't make sense half the time). However, Castiel can say one thing for sure: "I'm not a baby girl. This is the vessel of an adult male."

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Tony doesn't like the sound of the energy being entangled in his aura. Sounds like a much bigger problem than a quick magical fix-it. "I told them that I wanted to erase Thanos and his army. Get rid of him so he can't come back and threaten Earth at any other point."

He shifts, uneasy.

"Look, maybe it's fine. Hey - Maybe I'm a wizard now and I can join your club." It's easier to joke than face the reality of it possibly being anything else. Tony's so tired of it all. He just wants a week without the shit hitting the fan. His glass vibrates in his hand, as if to prove a point.

"See, part of me would love to hear some of your Mystic Meg wisdom but another part of me - Is mildly concerned that you'll tell me I'm disrupting reality."

@nanostark || moved from x.

❝ IT'S A... NEW DEVELOPMENT. ❞ He'll leave it at that. It's probably not the most comforting thing to hear the sorcerer assigned to help you received an extra eye due to his corrupted use of magic.

❝ The energy from the stones is still entangled in your aura. The degree and permanence is something we'll have to assess. ❞

His brows knit together in a moment's thought. ENERGY CAN NEITHER BE CREATED NOR DESTROYED. It can only be changed or transferred; that's essentially all sorcery is—the manipulation of energy from alternate dimensions in a way that impacts this one in seemingly unnatural ways.

The stones contained a primordial energy imperative to the fabric of the universe itself. How could they not have a lingering effect?

❝ When you used the stones, you had to direct your intention with that snap to channel the power in the way you wanted. ❞ IT'S SPELL CASTING, of another variety. ❝ What did you tell the stones you wanted? ❞

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Tony's all for skipping past the small talk - For once he finds that he actually wants to make an effort on a date. Not just do the usual charm offensive. The question, however, surprises him. People don't usually care to ask about J.A.R.V.I.S. Tony Stark has become so synonymous with technology that his AI is almost taken for granted. People don't see the fact that J.A.R.V.I.S was the start of it all, the first brick in the foundation of him creating his own empire.

"It's -" Vulnerable. "Look, everyone out there knows my relationship with my dad wasn't good. Our butler -" He gestures. "Edwin Jarvis - Was the most constant person in my life. I like my tech to be reliable and I thought, why not model it after the most reliable person I know? He started off as an advanced operating system - Essentially I just needed something to keep my space clean and my life in order. Then the real life Jarvis died and I guess I missed his nagging enough to immortalise him in AI." A soft laugh leaves Tony - It's gentle and nostalgic and very far removed from the image he portrays to the world.

"Lots of audio data - Stark Manor had security cameras everywhere. Dad used to get Jarvis to record his notes so I had all those. Inputting my own thought processes into the system - As a result, the AI knows me better than I know myself. After that it's a lot of coding, machine learning, language processing, voice synthesis and algorithms." His hands drop to his pockets. "It took time to get him there. He wasn't that advanced in the beginning. But by the end he was my closest companion. The project I'm proudest of." He clears his throat, looking to the sky for a moment before back to Stephen. "Sorry - Should've warned you not to get me started on tech, Doc." And then. "Thank you for asking. I don't get nearly enough chance to talk about J.A.R.V.I.S - Both AI and real counterpart." He looks over at Stephen. "That's my start - What about you? What made you go into medicine?"

AS USUAL, Tony doesn't leave a chance to get a single word in, but for once, Stephen doesn't mind. He's actually enjoying what's coming out of Tony's mouth—a fact that will never be shared aloud without risking it immediately going to his head.

By the Vishanti, what has he gotten himself into here?

Bats sits, tail wagging furiously with a firm nod. He barks once.

❝ YOU GOT IT, Mr. Stark. You can count on me. ❞

As the Sanctum doors open, Stephen plucks up a corner of the Cloak of Levitation, and it transmutes into a pocket square in one fluid motion, seamlessly nestling itself into his front breast pocket.

He motions for Tony to walk ahead, following after and having no idea exactly where they're heading. Well, it's Tony. So, more likely than not, IT'S SOMETHING SPECTACULAR. Over the top, probably, but spectacular nonetheless.

❝ My personal recommendation is that we skip the GET TO KNOW YOU SMALL TALK. ❞ Saving the universe together made them exempt from that, right? ❝ There is something I've always wanted to ask you, though. When I was in medical school, I read an article about an early AI you created—Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, JARVIS. You built an entire human mind—the closest thing to it—with nothing but yours, and this was back in the 80s before all... this. ❞

He gestures all around them, the brisk night air tickling his finger tips.

❝ What did you use to model him after? Brain scans? Video footage? What data was relevant to you? I guess, what I'm really curious about is... How does Tony Stark go about creating something unprecedented OUT OF NOTHING? It's a bit... ❞

Like magic.

Eyes softening with a touch of bewilderment, Stephen looks over, and a gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lip.

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Tony's eyes drift up to Anton and Aleister, lips curving into a grin. "Personally I think they're onto something -" He gestures up at them, attention returning to Stephen. "Fake action is better than none."

At this stage he'll say anything - He doesn't have a backup.

"Honestly? I'm placing all my bets on you, Houdini." Tony smoothes a hand over the front of his suit, thinking. "Alright, look - What if I promise to leave you alone after this? Properly alone. I won't drop in, won't contact you unless it's an emergency. And you can be the one to break up with me." He gives his best doe eyes. "Come on, can't you say you're a little tempted by the idea of crushing my spirit in a public break up?"

"I'll also pay for nice dinners and give the best Tony Stark boyfriend experience."

❝ YOU DO RECOGNIZE the irony in lying to improve your public image, right? ❞ Stephen's eyes narrow, and with a sigh, his shoulders roll back.

❝ Let's review together: You want me to pretend to date you? Strike one. You also want to drag me to public events—those real nice ones with the upper echelon where the small talk makes you wonder if you could self-lobotomize on the spot? Strike two. And here's the winner: it's all starting TONIGHT. ❞

His eyebrow raises.

❝ Strike three. I thought you were supposed to be GOOD AT SALES PITCHES, Stark? It all sounds like more of an inconvenience than it's worth. ❞

❝ C'mon, Stephen. ❞ ❝ Live a little! ❞ ❝ Fake action is better than no action! ❞ ❝ We'll date you, Tony. ❞ ❝ If you promise the paparazzi will catch our good sides. ❞

Eyes boring into Tony ( and never minding the peanut gallery dangling from the chandelier above ), Stephen crosses his arms.

❝ AND IF I SAY NO? Just what are you going to do then? ❞

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"I'm sorry - Was that English? Please tell me you didn't speak like that back then? Also, stop throwing shit at my tech, fuckwad. Understand that?"

Eyes roll so hard they might retract all the way around.

"Untwist y'r dollar bill panties, moneycock, I think they're in too deep. As much as I'd love ta take credit f'yer headache, Stark, it's not my problem a fuckass time machine was in the direction o' my brick."

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~ @timeisbrain || cont'd from x ~

[text; Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼] I don't know what's worse - The fact that you asked her to do it, or the fact that she actively did as you asked and deleted your number. [text; Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼] Unfortunately for you it's not that easy to get rid of me. [text; Wizard of Oz 🧙🏼] Can't believe you're turning the offer down - Ask Wong if he'll go with me.