#Dark Tony

[starker-sorbet]

Stalker Tony breaking into Peter's home to leave him messages of his love before leaving in order to watch and capture Peter's reaction from a distance.

[stuckonstarker]

Overprotective Tony always hits. Him doing everything he can to keep Peter safe. He stalks Peter and makes sure anyone who hurts Peter pays a high price for it. And the best part is that Peter has no idea. Tony seems disinterested and unimpressed by Peter when they do talk. Consider it overcorrection on Tony's part. Because if Peter knew just how much Tony wanted him, Peter would run away as fast as he could.

[springdandelixn]

Warm Me Up

Dark!Boss!Tony Stark x Assistant!F!Reader

Summary: Your boss’ seemingly innocent offer of warmth is not one you expected.

Warnings: 18+ content, noncon/dubcon undertones, power play, fingers at play, tell me if I missed any, Tony is his own warning. The fic is DARK, please consume responsibly.

At long last, my first Tony Stark fic has finally been made! Been really wanting to write him for a while now and I finally found the passion to do so. It’s a short one but I hope it’s a good one.

As always, your comments and likes are deeply appreciated. Reblogs would be amazing for it would help share my work and let this piece flourish. I hope you all enjoy! I love you guys 3000! ❤️ 

You hit the steering wheel again as your car refuses to start. It’s your third attempt and each time you think it would, the engine stalls. 

You check the time on your dashboard and curse at nothing upon seeing that it’s almost midnight. You saw the warning on the weather app and even heard the other employees talking about leaving as soon as the shift was done. But you had to be kind, not wanting to disappoint your boss, and you had to accept the task Mr. Stark gave you thirty minutes before clock out.

You thought you would finish on time. Thought it was something menial that wouldn’t require you to request overtime. But each folder you opened contained the mission sheets of the Avengers, having to enter each and every detail to the dot into the database. 

You don’t even understand why they are still being printed. With Tony Stark’s cutting-edge technology, you’d have expected everything to be paperless. You avowed to ask Mr. Stark for a raise since taking care of Avengers’ matters is beyond your job description as his assistant.  

Nonetheless, you finished your task and logged out of your computer. Tucking the folders in your drawer and made your way to the elevator in hopes of making it on the road before the snow starts to fall. But alas, you failed, a thick blanket of ice already covering the pavement and now you’re stuck in the parking lot of the Avengers tower with no way home. 

You grab your phone from your bag and worry your lip as you try to book an Uber. It doesn’t surprise you that no one would take your request with the weather acting up. You sigh, your breath fogging in the confines of your car as you hit your head on the back of your seat. 

A yelp of surprise then leaves your lips when you hear a knock on your window. The image behind the fogged-up glass is blurry. You wipe away the moisture and blink when you see Mr. Stark in all his three-piece suit glory waving to you from outside, a smile on his lips, before pointing at the length of your car. 

“Car trouble?” He asks when you step outside, snow crunching underneath your shoes, hugging your coat around your frame tighter to shield you from the cold, a useless attempt as you already feel it creeping in your bones. 

“My engine won’t start.” Your voice shivers as you respond. 

You watch him walk toward the front of the vehicle, leaning down into the seat of your car to pull on the lever when he gestures for you to open it. He peeks inside and you round the car to peruse all the same. You stare at him when he clicks his tongue, his hand reaching inside to poke at the huge contraption. 

“It’s frozen.” He exclaims before looking at you, his hip leaning against the lip of the hood. “Might take a while for it to thaw out with this weather and I don’t think there are any open shops at this time.” He hums before closing the hood. “Do you have any means of going home? I’d ask Happy to take you but he’s out on an errand.”

You shake your head and quiver from where you stand. “I think the weather has scared the Uber drivers.” Your laugh comes out dry and it’s only because you find yourself screwed by the situation you’re in. “I can probably call my frie—”

“Nonsense.” Mr. Stark shakes his head and walks back to you. “You can stay here for the night and we’ll have your car checked in the morning.”

“Oh, Mr. Stark, there’s no need.” You protest. “Really, I don’t think my friend would mind picking me up.”

“Well, if you insist.” He hums, picking out his phone from his pocket before tapping on the screen. “You could at least wait inside than stay here and freeze to death, you’re already shivering, Sweetheart.” He says teasingly and you chuckle at his joke before nodding in agreement, looking at him when he closes your door and places a hand on the small of your back. 

-

You blink when the elevator passes the floor to his office, the floor where your desk is, and swallow thickly when you see it head over to the penthouse, Mr. Stark’s personal floor. 

You’ve only been here once when he was too beat up to get out of bed and you had some urgent papers that needed his signature. It wasn’t as pleasant as you thought as you caught him walking across the floor with only his boxers when the doors of the lift opened. 

You push the memory to the back of your mind and peek into the foyer when the metal barrier parts. You step out when you feel Mr. Stark’s hand press against your back and you carefully pad through the carpeted floor, standing by the two steps on instinct, and wait for him to fully welcome you in. 

You smile softly when FRIDAY greets you in her sweet, monotone voice, answering her back before folding your hands in front of you. 

“Please, make yourself at home.” Mr. Stark calls out as he makes his way to the bar. “You’re not my assistant at the moment, you’re my guest.” He gives you that usual Tony Stark charming smile and you return a soft one before making your way to the couch and taking a seat, crossing your legs as you smooth the skirt of your dress against your thighs. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Hot water, please. If you have it.” You tell him, your body visibly shakes as the heat of his private quarters and the chill in your bones begin to clash within.

You scan the place as you wait for Mr. Stark to join you. The view from the outside still looks immaculate with how it’s framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the muted light from the bulbs that hang above adding to its picturesque state. You notice that his usual desk is gone, one of his Iron Man suits taking its place, making you curious if it’s the one he uses on missions or simply a decoration. 

The bar, as always, is full of liquor. Almost anything you ask can be made with the various selection your boss has. You see Mr. Stark pouring some hot water into a mug and you give him a smile when he meets your eyes, looking back at the coffee table when he strides over to you. 

“Your water.” He says with a flourish and you take the mug with both hands. You whisper your thanks before lifting it closer to your face, basking in the heat that slowly bleeds into your skin.

“Still feeling cold?” He asks as he looks at you, sipping from a tumbler that’s half-filled with amber liquid before resting it against his knee. “Whiskey could help, you know.” He grins and you shake your head as you lift the mug of water. 

“The water is fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark.” 

“Please, call me Tony.” He chides with a chuckle. “I’ve told you that countless times and yet you still won’t humor me.”

“I just feel it’s inappropriate to call my boss by his first name.” You reason, taking another welcome sip of the hot liquid. 

“Alright. I’ll give you that.” He hums, animatedly tapping his cheek before tilting his head to the side, playfulness touching his lips. “When it’s work hours, Mr. Stark it is. But outside work, it’s Tony. Friends.” He hums, holding his hand out to you. “Deal?”

Even when he says it’s okay, you can’t help but feel weird about it. Yes, you know that your boss is friendly. Heck, you think he could win a Mr. Congeniality pageant with just a wink. But threading that fine line between boss and subordinate to friends just doesn’t sit well with you.

He’s kind. You’ll give him that and you think he’d be a really funny friend if circumstances were different, nevertheless, being friends with your boss just doesn’t bode well, especially with a man such as Tony Stark. He’s already working you to the bone with him being your superior and you dread that he would abuse the friendship he’s offering for you to stay later than usual in the office. 

But who are you to reject him? You’re just an assistant. A speck in his world and easily replaceable. You fear that if you deny him of simply being friends he’d put up a job ad with your position on it and you don’t even doubt that it would be flocked with applicants who dream of simply breathing the same air as the man. And job hunting isn’t listed on your to-do list as of late. 

Huffing away your anxiety, you smile and take his hand, giving it a light shake. “Deal. Friends.” You agree and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body when the cold feeling of his hand seeps through your own. 

“You’re shaking.” He frowns as he looks down at your hand, placing his glass atop the low table in front of the couch before taking your mug from your other hand and sitting it beside his. “Come here.” Your eyes widen at his words and you try to move away from him but his grip on you tightens and he pulls you closer, your body pressing against his chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “There. Feeling better, Sweetheart?”

You shiver once again but not from the cold this time, but from how close he is to you. The anxiety spins within your nerves once again when he holds your shoulder a little too tight, flinching when his other hand caresses your knee. 

“Mr. Stark—”

“Ah ah, what did we agree on?” He reprimands you lightly.

“Tony.” You correct yourself, your voice shaking as you speak.

“Very good, Sweetheart.” He grins and jostles you, feeling his hand reach up to peel your coat from your shoulder.

“Tony—what are you doing?” You say as you grab his hand and try to stop him, fear slowly creeping up your spine when you see a dangerous glint in his brown eyes. 

“I just want to keep you warm. That’s all.” He grunts and tugs harshly on your coat, the force making you release his hold on him, letting the garment slip from your body. 

As soon as you’re free from its confines, you get to your feet and make a beeline to the elevator. But you don’t make it as Tony quickly grabs your hand, pulling you back on the couch. The air in your lungs gets knocked out when you land roughly on his lap, your back hitting his chest—his arc reactor making you wince in pain. 

You try to wriggle free from his hold, your hands reaching over to the armrest to pull yourself away from him. But you stop fidgeting when his hand rounds your throat, feeling his fingers dig into the side of your neck, making you cough and choke as you grab onto his wrist, panic surging through your veins. 

“Mr. St—Tony!” You gasp, your legs halting from kicking when he slaps his hand hard against your thigh. “Please—let me go.” Tears pool in your eyes from not only the pain but from the fear that fills you. 

“You’re not being a good friend right now, Sweetheart.” He growls against your ear before pressing a kiss on your shoulder. 

His hand rests on your knee once more and you push your legs together when you feel him hiking up your skirt, fingertips grazing against your bare skin. You gasp when he pinches hard on the meat of your thigh, obeying his silent command for you to part them. 

“Why are you doing this?” You cry out as his fingers graze your inner thigh, gasping when he rubs a finger against your panties, a moan escaping your lips as his thumb presses hard against your clothed clit. 

He rolls his thumb slowly and you grab his wrist as you attempt once more to stop him. You don’t understand why he’s doing this, confused why he’s chosen to torture you with such perversion when you’ve done nothing to deserve it. When you’ve done everything to be a good employee. 

He’s an Avenger. He’s supposed to be kind. He’s supposed to be one of the good guys. They don’t do these kinds of things but rather prevent them. 

“I already told you, Sweetheart,” He hums against your ear, pulling you back to have your head press against his shoulder, his goatee prickling you as he trails kisses on your skin, the act making you quake once more in terror. 

“I just want to keep you warm.” His voice makes your stomach roil in disgust, his finger pushing your panties to the side and you close your eyes as your body goes rigid from his unwanted touch.

You clamp your lips down to prevent another moan from escaping you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your body responding to his touch. But it’s once more a failed attempt as your lips part when he slides a digit through your pussy, your mind fighting yet your body succumbing to his depravity. 

[irondadfics]

Hi hi, don't know if that went through. But tony kidnaps peter and drugs him so he's powerless. He takes him to a private island with the help of happy and pepper knows to. But when taking him peter looses tye watch Ben gave him before he died. I know at some point they end up at a hotel. It's iron dad NOT peter X tony.

Sorry for the wait. This is for you

Flesh and Bone by Kingfisherwoes

In the town of Forest Hills, Queens. Where the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects the city from all kinds of harm. Lived a boy who had radioactive DNA of a spider, and on his sixteenth year, he would realize that he didn't have a choice of staying with his family and friends. That someone he once looked up to was up to sinister things that would spiral them both down a vast rabbit hole. Or... an alternate universe where instead of Happy taking Peter upstate to the Avengers facility. Happy regretfully helps Tony kidnap Peter. Tony's been having weird dreams and thoughts that he just can't suppress anymore. He'll do anything to make sure Peter is safe even if that means keeping him from the outside world.

[monster-cock69]

dark starker where tony convinces peter that his boyfriend is cheating and slowly convinces him that they should get together

[khalixascorner]

A Debt Paid in Soul Part 2

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

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Fill for O4- Size Difference

The soul mark on Tony’s hand was burning again as he carried the omega into the penthouse. He’d never heard of a bond mark growing after the initial touch, nor it causing pain when consummation was delayed, but his thin bracelet-like mark had turned into a glove while the thin collar like band on the kid had thickened and become an elaborate choker. Keeping the marks touching had lessened the pain but he couldn’t do that while carrying the omega, and the thought of anyone else even briefly touching his omega made his blood boil.

Peter whimpered again and Tony picked up his pace, not even bothering to take his shoes off. When he finally got to his bedroom, he gently dropped his omega on the bed, then tore his own clothes off as fast as he could. A quick look at the bed showed the omega had followed suit, though he was struggling with his shirt. Tony stepped over and pulled the last piece of clothing off.

“Alpha, alpha, it hurts, please need you,” Peter cried as he fell back onto the bed.

“It’s ok, Omega, I’ve got you,” Tony soothed as he crawled on top of the tiny omega. He slid his right hand behind Peter’s neck, cupping it gently and easing the burning while his left hand slid down to feel the omega’s wet hole. It was so tight, and Tony groaned. “You’re so small even here, ‘mega mine. But don’t worry, you’ll like it when I split you open.”

The kid keened as Tony slipped the first finger in. It was so wet inside of the omega but also tight, and Peter cried out as Tony slid a second finger in. He wished he could take his time and do this properly. He’d eat his mate out then stretch him on toys and fingers while making him come again and again until he was nothing but a pliant hole beneath him to ease the stretch. 

“Ah-Alphaaa please,” the omega whined beneath him. “It hurts.”

“Shhh, it’s ok baby,” Tony crooned as he claimed Peter’s lips, distracting him with kisses and licks. Then he slid down just far enough to take the Omega’s nipples in his mouth, nibbling and sucking first one side then the other. Peter gasped beneath him and writhed beneath him as Tony kept going until he felt the Omega clench around his fingers.

“Alpha!”

“There you go Omega,” Tony rumbled, nuzzling Peter’s neck and helping him ride it out with firm pumps of his fingers. As soon as he felt the Omega’s body relax, he slipped the third finger in. 

“Too much,” Peter whined weakly, but Tony just shushed him again.

“You can take it,” he said firmly. “This body was made for me, and that means you can take it.”

Peter huffed and whined but didn’t argue as Tony pushed his fingers in and out, trying to gently open the omega up. The burning in his hand was getting worse though, so he slid down Peter’s body and took his cocklette into his mouth. It wasn’t much of a distraction given that the omega was still spent, but it was enough for Tony to force a fourth finger in.  

Tony took in Peter’s flushed body as he speared it on his fingers, tears running down the omega’s face as he whimpered and cried out when a thrust would be particularly deep. However his cocklette was already showing interest again, and not once had the wetness lessened. 

He pulled his fingers out, unable to wait any longer. The alpha used the slick on his hand to wet his cock before lining it up with Peter’s cunt. Then he pushed in slowly, groaning as he went. Peter cried and tried to pull away, but Tony’s hand on his neck kept him from moving as he pushed further in.

“That’s it baby, deep breaths,” Tony said. “You’re gonna take the whole thing, fill you up till you feel it in your throat. Fuck, you’re so tiny but you’re still gonna take my cock like the Omega you are.”

Peter whimpered, his ears still flat against his head but didn’t fight as Tony kept going, rocking his cock in and out of the omega’s tight body, pushing it a little bit further each time. He bent down, kissing along the kid’s neck before delving into the warmth of his mouth, taking every whimper and whine as he did.

“Alpha, please, no more,” Peter begged when Tony was barely half in. “I can’t take more.”

“Shhh, you can baby,” Tony murmured. “You were so tight just around one finger and now look. You’re so full of me, bet you can feel me touching every inch inside of you. But you gotta relax babe, deep breaths and relax so I can get the rest in and fill you up properly.”

Peter shook his head, crying harder even as he tried to take gulping breaths. Tony continued to rock into him gently, his hand sliding to gently massage the base of Peter’s tail. The Omega shuddered and Tony could feel some of the tightness relax, so he did it again, working the base of the tail while kissing Peter senseless. 

“Look at you, hanging off my cock,” Tony crooned as he bottomed out. “Stuffed so full just like you were meant to be. When I breed you, I’m gonna lock you tight with a proper knot, and then you’ll really be full. Gotta get you loosened up a bit more first though. Don’t want to break my mate.”

As Tony spoke, he started pulling out just enough to rock back into the omega. The tight heat around him was amazing and everything felt a million times more sensitive. People always said the sex was better with your mate but Tony hadn’t believed it. Now though, nothing and no one would ever compare to the warm wet heat of his omega coupled with the sparks that ran along his skin and down his spine. Their scents hadn’t blended yet, but already Tony was sure that he would develop a Pavlovian response to his omega’s unique scent given how mad just a taste was driving him.    

***************

Peter couldn’t believe how full he felt on Stark’s cock. It was like being split open and yet the longer the alpha filled him, the more the fire in his body built. Pain faded to need and pleasure until he was putty in the alpha’s hands. The alpha’s words just sent more shudders through Peter and he whimpered as he exposed his neck in an attempt to draw the alpha’s attention back to it. The alpha laved at Peter’s scent gland, nibbling around it and sucking dark marks anywhere his mouth could reach even as he kept up the tiny thrusts with his hips.

“Alpha, alpha please,” Peter begged, though he wasn’t even sure what he wanted, he just knew he still needed more. The soul mark still ached and he was so stuffed but it still also wasn’t enough. Tears slipped free, and Stark wasted no time in licking them up before returning to his neck. “Alphaaaaa.”

“I’ve got you,” Stark promised, picking up the pace with his hips. Peter tried to help, but the angle was bad and he cried in frustration at the lack of further stimulation. He needed his mate, and he needed him now.   

*******

Tony saw the omega’s attempts to meet his thrusts, saw the aching need still on his omega’s face and felt the kid’s body heating up underneath him even as it relaxed its tight grip ever so slightly. With a groan, he pulled out all of the way and flipped the omega onto his stomach. It took a little shuffling but soon he had him bent over and presenting. Tony couldn’t help but stroke at the base of the tail a few times, drawing garbled moans from Peter, before moving it to the side.  

“Such a pretty omega, and all mine,” Tony said, finally thrusting back in and drawing a punched out sound from Peter. “Yeah, you’re so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous like this. Look at you take it. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were made for me, after all.”

Peter let out another choked off moan as Tony thrust into him again and again with deep hard strokes. His hand was burning again and he realized he had taken it away from the boy’s neck in order to hold his hips tighter and pound him harder.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you, just want to wreck you,” Tony growled, draping his body over Peter’s back and snaking an arm around so that he could bring their soul marks back together. He let some of his weight fall forward as his other hand slipped under Peter. Tony had originally intended to play with the omega’s nipples but as his hand slid along Peter’s belly, he felt a bump. “Oh fuck, can you feel that? So fucking tiny that I can feel my cock inside of you.”

Tony pulled his arm back to help brace as he started fucking into Peter harder without letting go of the omega’s neck.

“Fuck– so sweet for me, aren’t you, taking everything I’m giving you,” Tony murmured as he nibbled at Peter’s ear. “Why don’t you be a good boy and slide that hand of yours down your stomach, so you can feel just what I’m doing to you.”

Peter whimpered but listened, and Tony would swear he could feel the pressure from the boy’s hand as he pushed against the bulge.

“That’s right, baby,” Tony groaned. “Play with alpha’s cock like a good slut. No wonder our soul mark is a collar for you. Gonna teach you so many fun ways to play and put you on your knees for me. Won’t even have to spend the money on a collar because you’re already wearing mine.”

Peter suddenly tightened around him, and the pulsing of the omega’s cunt around his cock coupled with the scent of sated omega pushed him over into his own orgasm. He made sure to bury his cock as deeply as he could, feeling his knot swell and lock them together. Then Tony bent over, finding the scent gland on Peter’s neck and biting it hard enough to break skin.

The bond snapped fully into place, and Tony would swear it was almost a physical thing with how quickly it slammed into him. Peter’s emotions bubbled against his, filling him up until he couldn’t tell where he ended and where Peter began. Tony wasn’t sure how long they were locked in the feedback loop caused by the coupling, only that when he finally could feel his body again, his knot had already slipped out and he had collapsed beside his omega. Peter was tucked tight up against him, back pressed firmly against Tony’s chest even as Tony’s arms held him tight.

“You alive, kid?” Tony asked, one hand casually petting Peter as he waited for the kid to respond.

“Noooo,” Peter groaned and Tony couldn’t help but chuckle as the omega huffed at him.

“Pain at least stop?” he asked more seriously. His hand was still itching, like the mark hadn’t fully settled, and he wondered if they’d need to go again to tame the sensation.

“Yeah, it feels funny but it doesn’t hurt,” Peter replied after a moment.

“Here, turn around, let me try something,” Tony said. Peter did as he was told, and Tony placed his mark against the kid’s again. Both of them sighed in relief as the last of the sensation let up.

“Better,” Peter sighed, sagging into Tony’s arms.

They both lay there as the bond finally settled and they were finally able to relax. Tony was half tempted to doze off, but his mate seemed to get antsier as the bond settled rather than calmer.

“Hey kid, what’s got you so wound up?” he finally asked, unable to take the buzzing in the back of his head any longer.

“Wh-what’s going to happen now?” Peter asked quietly. Tony sighed. He had been hoping to put off that particular discussion for a little while longer.

“You’re my soul mate, kid, which means you’re mine,” Tony said, his hand running through Peter’s hair gently. “I know it was a bit of a rough start but you don’t have to worry about it now. I’ll have your stuff brought over and-”

“I just want to go home though,” Peter interrupted, his voice pleading.

“Look, Peter, I know this wasn’t ideal, and I know you probably had different expectations about how meeting your mate would go and who they would be, but we’re stuck together,” Tony said firmly, his grip on the omega’s neck tightening slightly. “And if the initial reaction is anything to go by, you’re going to need to stick especially close until it fully settles.”

“What about Aunt May?” Peter asked, and Tony bit back another sigh at the boy’s dejected look.

“Once you’re settled and we’ve established some ground rules, you are welcome to have her come visit you,” Tony said, placing a kiss on Peter’s forehead as he did. “And when you can be away from me without either of us suffering for it, then you can go visit her too as long as you take a guard. Our home isn’t a prison, omega mine.”

Peter looked like he wanted to argue, but the exhaustion brought on by such a stressful day seemed to have finally caught up with him. The little omega reluctantly dropped the topic and curled tightly into Tony with a huge yawn.

“Sleep now, Petey-Pie,” Tony said gently. “We’ll figure it all out later.”

[starker-sorbet]

You see what happened with extremis was a miracle Peter. Oh I don't mean how it saved me after the snap, that was incredible obviously, but I mean how it opened my eyes. To just what it could do. All it took was a bit more tinkering to make a new strain what could do what I wanted it too.

So as soon as you calm down and let me do what I have to do we can be together. Forever. Without anything being able to take you away from me ever again. Because this strain of extremis I gave myself and am about to give you, it'll makes us immortal Peter. It makes us better than before, better than anyone else on this planet.

It makes us Superior.

[stuckonstarker]

Dark Tony who works as Peter's boss. Peter is his loyal and eager to please assistant. So when Tony starts asking him to do demeaning and often sexual tasks, Peter doesn't question it. He's been afforded the opportunity of a lifetime; The chance to prove himself to the Tony Stark. He needs to show Tony that he's willing to do anything. Anything.

[irondadfics]

Hi lve been looking for this fic whereby peter dies in the avengers universe. The avengers are in denial and decide to kidnap a peter from another universe to replace the one they lost l think this one was a long shot

hello, could either of these be your fic?

Making our way home by Moon_dancer

The worst pain a parent can experience is the lost of their son. So when the Avengers lost Peter they couldn't handle the pain, the world became unstable, fear ruled the streets, without Peter their rulers were merciless  So when Tony found the existence of a multiverse a new hope emerged in their hearts They would get their son back, one way or another.

I am who I want to be. Even if it's not who you want. by orphan_account

When Peter Parker had died, everyone that knew him was devastated. The Avengers had gone 3 years in the dark and lost themselves with grief. After a long trial and error, Tony and Bruce found a way to bring Peter Parker back. The only catch– he is from another Universe. A Universe that had not known the Avengers. OR Peter had died using the gauntlet against Thanos. Causing every Avenger to have their Wanda story arc and bring Peter back by kidnapping him from another Universe.

[juiche]

I wanted to draw the winter soldier for years but never dared to, I thought I’d definitely mess it up. Late to the party as always, but I finally dared to do it 😊

This one is based on a photo that Sebastian Stan took by chance prior to the Civil War film, having no idea what’s about to come :> I thought it’s wonderfully angsty 😌💅