#Inventor Tony Stark

[satoshy12]

marvel DP

Tony was walking around the Expo, kind of bored of it. As he saw a young boy working on something, it looked like an energy source. And he put his hand out and read about the Patent the boy seemed to have written. It had a few errors, but with his young age, it was normal. He would have Jarvis and Pepper look over it later, so the boy isn't ripped off and cheated of his idea and money.

Tony found something interesting, and this will be a joy for him.

Danny, who was happy to have finished building the Fenton energy source from his memories, took a bit to fix it so that it used the Air and Wind in a room. It was weaker than what his parents created, but still very effective.

He could get money from it as he would like more pocket Money. 

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #52

[labwebs]

🕸sometimes i think about making a verse where it’s been peter 3 in the mcu all along but also after everything he’s gone through he would’ve never ever gone along with tony lol

[robertdowneyjjr]

there's nothing quite like seeing tony stark in a tank top.

but here's the question.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey 👋 could you write a Tony Stark x top male reader, with some enemies to lovers like they’re both in the avengers and rivals?

Tony Stark x male reader

Headcanons

This isn’t any outright smut  the request didn’t specify. Reader is also based off an old Marvel oc of mine called Lockjaw.

-          You and Tony Stark had never been friends, it stemmed from your fathers being mortal enemies in the engineering field and it just passed onto you two.

-          Both your fathers were extremely skilled inventors and always had an extreme rivalry on who could build the best of the best, and since you were young, it had been the same for Tony and yourself.

-          Your father’s rivalry had led to a horrible accident, your father had tried his best to build a weapon of some sort that would be better than whatever Howard was creating. An accident happened with you nearby, and your jaw was pretty much ripped right off your body.

-          You have very few memories of the next couple of weeks to a month or two, all you remember is the hospital and going in and out of a coma, and hearing talks from doctors and your father on a prosthetic.

-          When you finally wake up fully you learn your father created a new jaw for you made out of vibranium, along with bottom teeth and fake tissue that would cover the cheeks so you could eat.

 -          You are kept out of the limelight for years after that, but the few times you are seen always cause an uproar because of your prosthetic. Its no secret it’s your father’s fault, and through the years you’ve watched Howard and Tony use it to better their own image.

-          Because you are disconnected from most people you go about becoming a better inventor, and when your father dies when you are in your early 20s you take over the family company.

-          You branch out from weapons far before Stark does, which gains you the upper hand outside of weapon production, which your company stops doing after a few years with you in charge.

-          You start showing yourself in public, having updated your prosthetic. Its now black with gold accents (think Buckys black and gold arm) and instead of feeling ashamed you make it part of who you are.

-          The public starts calling you Lockjaw because you always have a hard and cold expression and put up with no one’s bull.

-          The rivalry with Tony is dormant for these years as Tony is busy being a party animal and whatnot as you are busy growing your company. But you both sneer or roll your eyes at one another if you ever pass the other during parties.

 -          You reconnect when Avengers become a thing and you start to become a hero on your own, using the name Lockjaw as you use your inventions to save people and defeat baddies.

-          SHIELD offers you a place among the Avengers and all the members of the Avengers seems to want you there except for Tony. After a very long legal talk with SHEILD you agree and then you are part of the team.

-          The rivalry that’s been dormant for all these years seem to explode, and Tony and you can be found arguing and butting heads all the time. It becomes a joke amongst your teammates that if they can’t find one of you, find the other, since you two are probably arguing again.

-          Your rivalry pushes both of you to create better inventions and suits, to go further and further to one-up the other. You both make underhanded comments as well as speak with so much sass to one another that it drives your team wild.

-          Clint has muttered a joke to Natasha about the sexual tension between you two more than once, which always has you and Tony glare at the archer.

 -          Now, Clint was right that there was a lot of sexual tension between you and Tony, everyone could feel it honestly, except you and Tony of course.

-          It all seemed to boil over one night when the two of you were running on very little sleep and had been shoved into the same laboratory, building on your own inventions whilst trying to ignore the other man.

-          For some reason you both started arguing again, like always, but for some reason you both just felt more heated than usual. As Tony was getting in your face something just seemed to snap inside you and you shoved him backwards.

-          Tony didn’t have much time to react as he slammed into the cluttered work desk before you were on him, hands gripping at his neck to pull him into a heated kiss.

-          Tony didn’t know how to react for a moment before he just seemed to accept was what happening and threw his arms around your neck and pulled you in closer.

-          Before you knew it you had your tongues in each other’s mouths and were swapping spit like it was your life’s mission.

 -          Tony soon had his legs around your waist and your hands searched up under his shirt, groping at whatever skin you could reach.

-          Spit was running down your chins, the kissing leaving your metal chin shiny in the light of the laboratory. The night passed with the two of you humping like animals on the work desk, right beside whatever project you had both been working on earlier.

-          Tonys neck ended up being covered in bites and hickeys, his shirt thrown somewhere in the other end of the room and his pants unbuttoned and belt undone. You weren’t in a much better situation yourself, shirt pushed up over your chest, pants halfway down your thighs and belt chucked somewhere on the floor.

-          As the two of you leant against each other trying you catch your breaths, Tony reaches up and runs his fingers across your vibranium jaw and makes a comment about how he always found the prosthetic hot.

-          You just snort and roll your eyes, resting your forehead against Tonys shoulder. Tony ends up commenting how you should probably put him down if you were done, but you just give him a look and ask what he means done.

-          Tony lets out a noise as you pick him up and quickly move the two of you to the sofa in the workshop, Tony falling onto it with a laugh as he kicks his pants off.

-          Lets just say your rivalry still lives on, but instead of arguing you two do something else instead.

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Better Boyfriend

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been in love with you for years. The only thing preventing her from being with you is your toxic boyfriend, but she knows she can treat you better.

Word Count: 1,477

TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse

Stark!Reader

Second Person POV:

Arguments between couples are normal, but these were far from the normal couple arguments. He would get mad when food wasn't cooked for him, when you stayed out too late, and especially when you didn't tell him every detail of where you were going.

This would result in verbal and even physical abuse from him. Whether it was calling you lazy, or pulling your hair and slapping you across the face, he would turn around 30 minutes later and tell you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. And you found ways to believe and forgive him because you thought you loved him too.

Your dad, Tony Stark, was skeptical about Hayden. He knew that something was off because you're his daughter and he pays attention to your body language and facial expressions whenever you're around Hayden. But he didn't know the extent of what was happening, so he kept it to himself.

You weren't technically an avenger like your dad, but the team considered you one because you were an inventor like he was, so you spent a lot of time at the compound making contraptions and technology that could benefit the team during missions.

During the time you spent at the compound, you've grown close with the whole team. Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve being uncle-figures to you. While Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and Yelena were your best friends. They all thought of you like family and they loved you so much.

Which is why you were currently sitting in the living room, participating in game night with the team to celebrate Kate's first mission as an official avenger.

Your POV:

"Oh come on that's not allowed!" Thor yelled as Peter just 'won' the game.

"You're just jealous that you lost so you don't get to choose the movie for the next movie night." Peter bragged as he relaxed back into the couch with his hands folded behind his head, feeling accomplished.

"We're not jealous, we just don't wanna watch another Star Wars movie for fourth time this month." Kate said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah no I swear we've seen like every single one at this point." I agreed as everyone laughed.

My phone then started to blow up with notifications as their conversation about Star Wars continued. I flipped my phone over to look at the screen to see who was texting me. It was Hayden.

"Where the hell are you?!"

"You didn't tell me you left Y/N."

"I want you home right fucking now. I did not say that you could leave."

Were only some of the messages he was sending me. I clicked my phone off and turned it back over, trying to ignore the dings hoping that he would eventually stop.

"Wow sounds like someone really wants to talk to you." Wanda said from next to me.

I just gave her a quick small smile and looked down as the notifications kept coming.

"Are you gonna answer them?" she asked.

"I will later, it's probably just one of my friends. They'll be fine." I told her hoping that she'll just let it go.

That was until my phone started ringing, indicating an incoming call. I knew at that point, there was no letting this go. I picked up my phone and walked into a different room as I answered the call from Hayden.

Wanda's POV:

I could see Y/N's face visibly drop when her phone started ringing. She even looked a little nervous as she got up and left the room.

"Hey Nat have you noticed how odd Y/N's been acting recently?" I asked her as she was sitting beside me.

I knew that Natasha liked Y/N more than friend. She has ever since they met almost 4 years ago. So she was heartbroken when Y/N introduced us to her boyfriend. There were times when Natasha would sit in my room late at night ranting to me about her love for her and I would just listen.

"Have I noticed? How has it taken you this long for you to notice?" she responded.

"I mean I've noticed it before, but I thought it was just me. This is the first time I've brought it up to someone." I told her.

"Almost a month after she started dating that douchebag of hers is when it started." she said with certainty.

I'm not surprised that she knows that because for one, she's a former spy. And two, she's been in love with that girl for 4 years, so she pays a lot of attention to her.

"Do you think if we asked her about it she would talk to us?" I asked her.

"Probably not. If it really does have something to do with Hayden, then she won't want to bring us into it." she said and I nodded understandingly.

Just as she finished her sentence, Y/N came back into the room and started reaching for her shoes to put on. Both Natasha and I could tell she was crying even thought she was looking down and trying to wipe the tears away.

"Y/N are you okay? What happened?" Natasha quietly asked her so she didn't draw any attention to us.

She looked at us as she wiped her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just have to go. Hayden wants me home." she said.

Nat and I looked at each other knowing that there's more to the story.

"Actually can we talk to you real quick, before you go." I asked her trying to get her to stay and talk to us about what she's going through.

"Guys I really-" she started but Natasha interrupted her.

"Y/N, please." she pleaded.

She looked down at her phone before looking back up at us, nodding her head.

We all stood up and walked into kitchen. Nat placed a comforting hand on Y/N's back, leading the way.

We sat her down in a chair and thought about how to we should approach this for a few seconds.

"Is everything okay. You know, with you and Hayden." Natasha asked her.

"Yeah everything's great." she quietly said with a small smile that we both knew was fake.

"We only ask because we've noticed you've been acting off recently." I added.

"Really guys I-I'm fine. Can I go now. I really need to get home." her voice was wavering and we could tell she was nervous.

"Y/N if you need help you can tell us. Whatever it is we'll help you." I said.

"I don't need help, I need to leave before-" she started, but interrupted herself.

"Before what?" I asked, but she stayed silent like she was trying to come to with something to say, but couldn't.

"Y/N is Hayden hurting you." Natasha asked, tired of beating around the bush and seeing Y/N so unlike herself.

"What?! No, no he would never. I-I mean sure he gets mad sometimes a-and we argue b-but-" she stopped and looked at us knowing that we weren't buying any of it.

"That's a ton of bullshit. I know he hurts you. Y/N, every time you're around him when you're with us you look just flat out scared. And this makeup-" she started as she leaned forward and wiped her thumb under Y/N's eye, smearing the makeup and partially revealing a bruise under her eye.

"I know you might have hid it well from some people but I care about you Y/N, okay. I notice when something wrong and there was no hiding that from me." she told her softly as her voice started to shake like she was about to cry from seeing the girl she loves like this.

Y/N was at a loss for words. We knew she was scared, but we could only help her if she let us.

"Let us help you, let me help you." Natasha pleaded to her.

"I'm fine and I can help myself." she said, holding back tears as she got up to grab her bag and tried to walk out of the door, but Natasha stopped her before she could.

"Y/N wait-" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's arm which made her flinch.

"I- Y/N...You know I would never do that to you-" Natasha told her, speechless yet softly.

"I'm sorry." Y/N said as she turned around to open the door and leave, leaving Nat standing there in shock.

Part 2 coming soon...

[winterlynightlystories]

“Another way out”

Tw; spoiler for Age of Ultron I guess

Do not steal my work please

Tony/Villain Male reader

Summary; After the Ultron catastrophe, everybody turns against Tony. No one listens to him and soon the hero feels trapped. Until an old enemy unexpectedly offers him a hand.

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The tower was silent and Tony Stark hated it. It was his fault, he could not deny it. He had fuck up. Now hundreds of people had died, and a whole town had been whipped out. His greatest creation had turned into a nightmare. Ultron should have stayed an impossible dream. Not an actual project.

The worse was probably the fact no one wanted to talk to him. Pepper was long gone before he was home and the team separated the second they landed. No goodbye, not a single word. It didn't matter if he took all the blame if he already called to pay everything to rebuild the town or heal the wounded. They refused to look or talk to him.

Of course, the journalists and news channels were having the time of their life! Tony Stark had, again, done something horrible.

With a bottle of bourbon in hand, Tony walked down his lab. Jarvis was gone and he needed to work on Friday, even if he didn't have the heart to do so.

Manually opening the lights, Tony froze. Something was wrong. Yet, the genius couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Everything was in its place. But the atmosphere was wrong. It felt as if someone had come and gone without him noticing. It was impossible; only he had the code to come down.

Tony almost dropped his bottle when he saw you sitting behind his computer, a smirk on your lips. Cursing, Tony searched for anything he could use against you, but you had made sure there was nothing that could harm you. Out of ideas, Tony brandished his bottle, ready to throw it at you.

- “Really, Tony?” you asked, your voice surprisingly soft. “I come to talk, and you, you want to hurt me?”

- “Shut up! How the hell are you alive?” hissed Tony, wondering how he could walk out of this mess.

Of course one of his greatest enemies would show up when he was alone, without anyone to call in backup. It has been a while since you two had an altercation. To be honest, Tony thought Natasha had killed you when she shot you. He had been so angry he had tried to punch her. Of course, his fist never touched her and only made the situation worse.

You weren't as brilliant as him, but you were one of the best inventors he knew. He had seen you build or create things with barely anything for the base. He both loved and hated fighting you. You challenged his brain, but also his heart and morals.

While a part of him was happy you weren't being eaten by fish, Tony wondered what you had in mind for him. No way you wouldn't seek revenge against him!

But you surprised him again by laughing. It took Tony off guard. Of all the possible reactions you could have, laughing at him was the one he had imagined. Calming himself, Tony stared at you. You wore black leather clothes and the musky smell of your cologne reached his nose. He couldn't see your gun but knew you at it somewhere. You seemed also pretty relaxed.

Not a surprise.

- “Really Tony. If I had wanted you dead, you and your little friends wouldn't have landed. But I don't want you dead.”

- “And what do you want from me? A hug? A thank you card?” asked Tony, still not lowering his improvised weapon. “I saw you get shot by Natasha and fall from that cliff. How the hell are you not dead?”

- “Tony... Tony... You should know by now; no corpse, then not dead!” you replied happily. “As to how I had myself covered against her little toys.”

- “Then what do you want from me?” asked Tony, dropping the bottle on the table before sitting next to it.

- “I told you. I came to talk.” you repeated. “I saw everything on the news and wanted to come and see by myself how you were doing. Not great should I say.”

Tony said nothing and opened his bottle. Of course, he wasn't doing fine, he didn't need you to point it out.

- “Now that you saw how miserable I am, can you go away? I'm trying to get drunk here.”

- “No, I don't think so.”

You came to sit next to him and Tony ignored you, drinking from the bottle. You didn't stop him or even tried to take it away, but the genius did keep an eye on you.

- “Tony, you and I have been through a lot together. We have fought and laughed and cried. You even cursed and blasted me through a wall once. We do know each other well enough, dare I say. So let me ask you this; why are you still with them?”

Tony turned his head toward you and stared, unsure of what to answer. He didn't need to ask who you were talking about. The Avengers. You always bothered him with that. Why? Because when Loki came and fucked the shit up, he had no choice. Yet, even when everything was over, he didn't leave. Even if he wasn't good at teamwork or listening to others, he stayed with them.

Why?

- “Honestly buttercup, I don't know.” he sighed, finishing his bottle.

The alcohol was barely affecting him and Tony cursed Pepper. She must have changed all his liquors for something weaker.

- “Then what are you doing with them?”

Again, there was no answer to that. Besides saving people? Nothing.

- “You are giving them everything you have, Tony. Your money, your life and more importantly, your brain and trust. What are they giving you?”

Tony kept quiet, too busy finishing his bottle. He wanted nothing more than to smash it against your head and beats you with it. But you were saying the truth. Forcing it in his face.

Like always.

That's probably why Natasha shot you that day.

- “Nothing” he finally answered, feeling his eyes filling with tears. “Nothing at all.”

- “Then leave them” you replied, drying one of his tears with your thumb. “Tony, you deserve better. “

- “Yeah, no. I deserve worse.” he chuckled before you slapped him behind the head.

- “I'm serious Tony.”

You sighed and lay down on the table, crossing your arms under your head.

- “I didn't just come to check on you, to be honest. I also want to offer you a partnership.”

- “Are you fucking kidding me? Me? Joining a villain?” snapped Tony. “The world might turn its back to me, but I will never...”

- “That's not what I mean so calm your tits.” you interrupted him “I and other have noticed the shift in the world. There are more and more villains on Earth, but the worse threats are coming from either space or other worlds. We are not prepared for when Thanos comes back. You also know he will be back. So, my accomplices and I have started our little Club for Earth Defence and we want you with us Tony.”

- “Excuse me?” blurted Tony

- “Yeah, I know. Not quite the arrangement I expected of my lifestyle, but here we are!” you chuckled as you sat back, petting him in the back. “You were there Tony, in space. You saw it firsthand and fought those aliens. We want your expertise on them and help. We all left our old life behind and faked our death so we can focus on that. Of course, we are not asking you to do the same. But if you join us, it would be better for you to stay away from the S.H.I.L.D. and the Avengers. You could go back solo!”

Of all the possibilities, never Tony had expected you to come up with all that. It made so much sense now why you were pissing off Natasha so much; you were trying to get shot! And there as been many suicides and accidents lately in the scientific community.

It has been under his nose all that time!

- “And if I accept, how do I contact you?” he asked

- “For now? With that number. I'm sure you will find a more practical way to do so” you said, giving him a card.

- “You’re serious? C.E.D?” you asked in disbelief

- “Told you we named ourselves Club for Earth Defence!” you laughed, jumping off the table. “ Hope you gave us a call soon, Tony. It was good seeing you again.”

Tony watched you walk toward the stairs, hands in your pockets.

- “It was good to see you too, Y/N.” he finally said before you took the stairs.

You gave him one last smile and left. In his chest, Tony felt his heart race. Joy, fear, confusion... There were so many feelings he felt at that second. But the best one was hope. Because he wasn't alone anymore. There were more people ready to do anything to protect their world and know it was coming.

Starting at the card, Tony scoffed. Yeah, once he had made the calls to leave the Avengers and the S.H.I.L.D. he would work on a better name for the club.

[uneducated-author]

Okay look this might get the MCU girlie's frothing at the mouth, but like. I would have HATED Tony Stark in real life.

I mean, he literally, in canon, stole the designs of an employee, called it BARF, passed it off as his own invention and then FIRED said ACTUAL inventor? What the hell?

Also, he's completely disregarding the wishes of the inventors creation, INCREDIBLY hypocritical given that he refuses to trust anyone else with Iron Man technology except for like, his best friend and wife. I mean, yes the therapy box is well intentioned but it's the principal. I mean, who's to say that in his warmonger days he didn't pick up an energy system and turn in into a bomb? It's just how EASILY he picked up this machine, packaged it shiny and new and turned it into what served his company, image and wants.

In the movie Beck claims he was fired for being 'unstable' which ALSO would have ruined other employment opportunities. Like, seriously, Tony didn't stop at stealing his design, he ruined his career while he was at it?

(Disclaimer this is all in good humour posted because I'm rewatching far from home with a friend. I'm not an MCU Stan I am Just Some Girl please don't get aggressive, though I would like to know if there's some detail I missed that redeems him.)

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #51

[captaintoomanybattles]

Steve Rogers is Not a Himbo

I always find it odd when people refer to Steve as a “himbo” or make jokes about him being a “dumb jock” or whatever. I just... don’t know where that comes from?

 In canon, Steve is really smart. It’s not just that he’s a “tactical genius”, we see over and over that he has great deductive skills, he’s observant, thoughtful, and knowledgeable, and he’s excellent at quickly assessing situations/people and figuring out a course of action based on that. Just a few examples off the top of my head:

CATFA:

manages to infiltrate a HYDRA stronghold, take it down, and save several hundred prisoners, BY HIMSELF

leads an elite team of five people to successfully take out more HYDRA bases

after the ice, he wakes up in a strange place and immediately figures out that it’s not New York and that the woman there is lying to him

The Avengers:

figures out Loki’s plan to use Stark Tower at the same time as Tony

finds SHIELD’s stash of HYDRA weapons (before Tony is able to find out what SHIELD is hiding)

makes pretty much all the leadership decisions during the Battle of New York, including the timing of when to close the portal 

CATWS:

realizes that something hinky is going on with SHIELD, and connects it to the helicarrier project (which Fury hadn’t done)

is able to successfully figure out who can be trusted and who can’t (when even Fury put his trust in the wrong people)

realizes that the ambush in the elevator is going to happen before it does

figures out where the secret HYDRA bunker is at Camp Lehigh

comes up with the (ultimately successful) plan to take down the helicarriers

CACW

is the only person we see actually READ THE ACCORDS and make his decision based on that

figures out how to dismantle the Iron Man suit enough that Tony won’t be able to keep fighting

rescues his friends from the Raft, one of the most secure prisons in the world

I think maybe people confuse Steve’s rashness with stupidity, but... Tony Stark is arguably more rash than Steve, and no one argues that he’s not a genius. Steve doesn’t have a strong sense of self-preservation, and he tends to take risks-- but his risks generally pay off, and when he does make a mistake, it’s usually because he’s in the grip of strong emotion (like when Rumlow mentions Bucky in CACW,). I think perhaps it’s easy to overlook Steve’s intelligence because it’s less flashy than some of the other characters’, and perhaps because he’s not an inventor or a scientist. But he is, in fact, extremely intelligent, and I think that deserves to be acknowledged a bit more often.

[angstasff]

Remember Me Pt.1

🕸an: I'm backk, and what if I told you this came to be when speaking to a Peter Parker Ai Bot... anyways! Part 2 is in the works already, and tbh I don't know how many parts this may be. also gif creds to @mercurysstars

🕸Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

🕸Genre: ANGST, fluff (later)

🕸CW: parent death, no way home ending, kinda not exactlycanon I think

🕸Word Count: 2K

🕸Summary: After Dr. Strange did his memory erasing," the estranged daughter of Tony Stark, discovers she's the only one who remembers Peter Parker. In an attempt to restore their friend's memory of Peter, Peter and Taysia grow closer, but how long can her memory of him really last?

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In the heart of New York City, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there was a small diner tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was a place where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of sizzling bacon, and where the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation filled the air.

It was here, in this unassuming diner, that y/n had started working as a waitress, weaving her way through the crowded tables every weekend. She had started working there part-time, while in high school, to help pay for her hopeful future at MIT, taking orders and serving up plates of comfort food to the weary souls who found solace in the diner's welcoming embrace.

It was minutes before she could clock out, and y/n had been wiping down the counter, lost in her own thoughts when the door swung open and a familiar figure stepped inside.

Tony Stark, billionaire playboy and renowned inventor, sauntered into the diner with all the confidence and composure of a man who owned the world. He was clad in a sleek suit that cost more than most people's monthly rent, his dark hair tousled and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/n was confused and nervous. She had seen Tony Stark in the headlines countless times, his face plastered across magazine covers and news articles, but she had never imagined she would encounter him in person, let alone in a place like this.

Tony approached the counter with purposeful strides, his gaze fixed on y/n with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "You must be Y/n," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "I've heard good things about you."

Y/n blinked in surprise, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

"I, uh, yes, that's me," y/n stammered, her cheeks flushing with heat. "What can I get for you, Mr. Stark?"

Tony flashed her a curt smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just Tony is fine," he said, leaning against the counter with casual ease. "I'm here on business, actually. I've been keeping an eye on you, y/n. You're smart, you're capable, and you've got a gift that most people can only dream of."

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Tony's smile faded, replaced by a steely resolve that sent a shiver down y/n's spine. "I want to offer you a job," he said, his voice low and intense. "A job at Stark Industries, working alongside some of the brightest minds in the world. You'll have access to resources and opportunities that most people can only dream of."

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. A job at Stark Industries? It was an offer she couldn't refuse, a chance to escape the drudgery of her mundane existence and step into a world of limitless possibilities. But what about MIT?

But as she stared into Tony's piercing gaze, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of her consciousness—a question she had been too afraid to ask, too afraid to confront.

"I have been saving up for months to be able to get into MIT, Why me, Why now?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Tony's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering behind his eyes. "Because you're special, Y/n," he said simply. "More special than you realize."

And with those words hanging in the air between them, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a small envelope, sealed with the emblem of Stark Industries. He placed it gently in y/n's outstretched hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"Think about it, Y/n," he said, his voice soft but firm. "And when you're ready, give me a call. I'll be waiting."

And with that, Tony Stark turned and strode out of the diner, leaving y/n standing there in stunned silence, clutching the envelope in her trembling hands.

When she got home later that night, when y/n was alone in her apartment, she mustered the courage to open the envelope and read the letter inside. And as she poured over the words on the page, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation, she realized the truth that had been staring her in the face all along.

Tony Stark was her father.

The revelation hit her like a thunderbolt, shaking her to her core as she struggled to come to terms with the enormity of it all. Her born from accidental pregnancy? She had always wondered who her father was but could have never imagined she was the daughter of the legendary Tony Stark.

But as she stared down at the letter in her hands, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The strange sensations that had plagued her for years, the memories that seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her consciousness—they all made sense now.

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Y/n Stark stood before the towering window of her penthouse apartment, the panoramic view of New York City sprawled out before her like a glittering tapestry. The fading rays of the setting sun bathed the skyline in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the urban landscape. From her vantage point high above the bustling streets, y/n could see the city pulsating with life, the steady flow of traffic like blood coursing through the veins of a living organism. It has been two years since Tony died, and she is still left with so many questions about herself unanswered. 

Before Tony had died, he confessed to her, her real lineage. Her mother was not her mother. Her mother is dead and died when she was little. Tony revealed who your mother was. It was all too much. Of course, y/n believed him so he showed her. An image of her mother, and in an instant memories resurfaced.

In the faded image, y/n saw herself as a young child, cradled in the arms of a woman whose face was obscured by the passage of time. But it wasn't the identity of the woman that caught y/n's attention—it was the glint of recognition in her own eyes, a spark of familiarity that sent a shiver down her spine.

She remembered a time when she had been just a young girl, no older than five or six, playing alone in the sprawling gardens of the Stark mansion. The sun had been shining, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the lush greenery, and y/n had been lost in a world of her own imagination.

But then, out of the corner of her eye, she had seen something—a flash of movement, a figure lurking in the shadows. Intrigued, she had followed the mysterious presence, her curiosity leading her deeper into the labyrinthine maze of hedges and shrubbery.

And that's when she had found her—her mother, standing amidst a grove of ancient trees, her hands outstretched toward the heavens as if invoking some unseen power. Y/n had watched in awe as her mother's form seemed to blur and shimmer as if she were weaving a spell of magic that transcended the boundaries of reality itself.

At that moment, y/n had felt a surge of energy course through her veins, a tingling sensation that left her feeling both exhilarated and afraid. It was as if her very essence had been infused with the power of the universe, awakening something dormant and long-forgotten within her soul.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment had passed. Her mother had turned to face her, her eyes shining with a mixture of love and sorrow, before fading away like a wisp of smoke on the wind.

But the memory had lingered, etched into the fabric of y/n's consciousness like a scar on her soul.

Hours were spent conducting experiments and research, exploring the limits of y/n's abilities, and pushing the boundaries of what was possible. But as the days turned into weeks, and Tony became increasingly preoccupied with other matters, their investigations were pushed to the side, left unfinished and unresolved.

And now, with Tony Stark gone and y/n left to grapple with the truth on her own, she was faced with more questions than answers. What was the true extent of her powers? How had she come to possess them in the first place? And what did it all mean for her future?

The truth is that it didn’t matter. Tony was gone, and she now was accepted into MIT, she had other things to worry about now. Well, at least that's what she thought until the “shift happened”.

It was morning, a week into winter break when she felt it—a strange, disorienting sensation that washed over her like a sudden gust of wind. It was as if the very air around her had shifted, leaving her feeling unmoored and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

At first, y/n had dismissed it as nothing more than a trick of the mind, a fleeting moment of vertigo brought on by exhaustion or stress. But as days went by she knew something was terribly wrong. 

It all started when she turned on the TV and the channel "The Daily Fix" hosted by the nosy and annoying J. Jonah Jameson was on. Y/n didn’t care for the usual news but kept it on as she made her morning coffee. She was mid-coffee pour when she heard Jameson criticizing Spider-Man once again, claiming he was a coward for hiding his identity. But that didn’t make sense because he was just the one outing Peter Parker as Spider-Man, so how could his identity be hidden? It didn’t make sense, but honestly, she was too happy about her acceptance to look into it. In fact, that reminded her that she meant to gush to MJ about it.

Y/n called MJ, and they expressed their secret excitement for MIT.

"Ugh, the fall is going to be so fun, MJ. I literally can’t wait. Did you ever find out if Ned and Peter got in?"

"Oh yeah, Ned got in, but uh, who’s Peter?"

"Ha ha, very funny, MJ. Did you guys get in a fight or something?"

"No, what, Y/n?"

"Peter. Peter Parker. The nerdy guy you are like totally in love with…"

"Y/n, I don’t know what you are talking about, but I have to go. I’ll see you later. Be safe!"

"Uh, okay, bye, see you later."

Why is MJ acting like she doesn't know Peter? Y/n dialed Ned's number, her mind racing with questions and confusion. As the phone rang, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness.

"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Ned's voice crackled over the line, filled with warmth and familiarity.

"Ned, it's me," Y/n began, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I just talked to MJ, and she acted like she didn't know who Peter was. She said she doesn't remember him at all. Do you know what's going on?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

“Peter?”

Y/n felt her heart drop.

“Ned, is this some kind of prank that you two are pulling on me? Cause it’s not funny, everything has been all weird lately and-”

“Y/n, I have no reason to prank you, I have no idea who Peter is.”

“Oh- Okay pretend I never asked, also congrats on MIT, I have to go but ill see you soon.”

“Okay see ya, I hope things get better!”

As y/n hung up the phone, her mind raced with a whirlwind of questions and confusion. Why did MJ and Ned act like they didn't know Peter? And what was going on with the strange shift she had felt in the air lately? The pieces of the puzzle refused to fit together, leaving her feeling more lost and bewildered than before. But amidst the chaos of her thoughts, one thing remained clear—she needed answers. And the only person who could provide them was Peter Parker himself.

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[rowenas-megacoven]

On a Tiktok of Avengers Loki impersonating Steve Rogers with Tony Stark right there, a commenter was like “Tony loves taking the piss out of Steve, if Loki wasn’t evil here I think they’d be besties” and someone else replied something along the lines of “defs somewhere else in the multiverse” and it made me giggle and got me thinking

One of my What-If related Marvel headcanons is that 1602 IS that somewhere, or at least, one of them. Loki is an eccentric theatre nerd who is out here with early access to the upcoming plays of “Will”, implying this little drama queen knows Shakespeare personally. Tony is an eccentric inventor who likes big made-up words. Shakespeare was also famous for making up words. Tony also says to Steve that he personally would’ve used a sonnet on Peggy. Shakespeare also wrote a bunch of sonnets. Loki likes to pop bottles while talking non-stop about theatre. Tony spent all night inventing on a bender, sooo they’re both a tad indulgent. I think the two of them are the only two not actually sparring with someone during the fighting that breaks out in the throne room (although Tony is trying to get his invention up and running - he’d probably fight if he could)

During my rewatch of this goofy little ep I absolutely LOST it spying a suspiciously Mjolnir shaped hammer/mallet in the back of Tony’s workshop, too. If actually Mjolnir, in this universe it belongs to Loki - who had coincidentally misplaced it when Thor ask him where it’s at. What’s Tony doing with Loki’s hammer, hm? How’d that get there? Theft? Forgetfulness? Or maybe a little prezzie?

You CANNOT convince me they don’t hang out, maybe secretly, passing goblets of palace sourced wine between them, Loki reciting his lines while Tony tinkers away, occasionally pausing to say something like “Where’s the blood, sweat and tears? Give me more, your highness. Also, can you put aside Yorick and hold these tongs for a mo’? Great!”

[daemonn]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 , Pretty Woman AU.

Synopsis: From an young age Peter Parker had always known struggle and hustle; losing his parents at a young age, then his Uncle at 15 and finally his Aunt at 17 to a car crash. Since 18 he's been living with his friend MJ in Los Angeles trying to get control of his life again by scraping by however he could; turns out working the corner as the adored soft rent boy paid better than just MJ's donut shop job alone.

Then enter THE Tony Stark, multi-billionaire playboy inventor...Who was currently lost here and needed direction. Asking for directions costs him $320 dollars that night, plus a month with Peter he'd never forget. Peter mellows Tony out from his aggressive business demeanor, Tony shows Peter a side to life that is easy and luxurious.

How much scrutiny and change can each of them withstand before they call it quits, or call it love ?

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AN: Cheesy and rusty summary but here's a moodboard teaser for an in progress fic I'm working on for my beloved starker bois. <3

[thedarkmistress16]

Happy spoopy month!👻Here's a sus tones wip that I did not plan on expanding but it happened anyway 🤷

Yandere!Tony Stark x Reader- The Little Things (Fluff, Romantic relationship, Pet names/Endearments, Physical affection, Bonding, Yandere quirks, Nondescript reader, Early Iron Man era like 1 or 2, Watch out he may be OOC again AHhh) (Fic Warning- Short Oneshot)

gifs used not mine as always. Couldn't find a source for the second gif, tho.

Striding into the lab where your partner is with exasperated purpose, you huff impatiently. “Tony, I can’t get this stupid thing off. The clasp has been slipping out of my hand for the past twelve minutes.”

“You were counting?” Tony quips in his rolling chair, closing out the live feed of the living area you just stepped out of. He spins himself around to properly face you and sighs dreamily, silently drinking you in as you continue to distractedly tug at the bracelet.

"I swear this thing went on no problem this morning…" You add as an afterthought, recalling how flawlessly you were able to latch it onto your arm in comparison. You don't remember jewelry being this finicky before.

"Really, now?" The man drawls, not moving an inch as he observes the locked bracelet plummeting back down to drape over your wrist for what feels to be the hundredth time at this point. “Need any help?” He innocently asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.

You stubbornly refuse to meet his mirthful gaze even as you approach him and thrust your arm out. Tony chuckles before guiding you over to a clean table you can lean on while he fiddles with the delicate piece of jewelry.

You take in his appearance as the brunette busies himself with the metal chain, noticing his casual approach to the day- the circular illumination of his arc reactor being the most prominent sight over his charcoal tee of a rock band, and sporting some very faded denim underneath. You then look around the lab and spot a mug branded with his company’s logo where he was originally sitting, and you briefly wonder if your intrusion kept him from anything important. Judging from the haphazard state of the room, whatever he was doing didn't seem construction related, and his A.I. would’ve warned you otherwise, you supposed. You're about to voice this when you turn your focus back to the inventor in question, but the thought quickly leaves your mind when your eyes land upon the bracelet again.

“Why did you get me this anyway?” You ponder aloud, assessing the profile of your boyfriend’s knitted expression as he concentrates himself on his task. Even after four months, you still couldn't figure him out.

“Do you not like it?” Tony stops short, his head shooting up to look at you with concern already blossoming on his features. You’re quick to correct yourself with equally widened eyes, taken aback by his reaction.

“No! It’s lovely and easy to match with! I just-" you falter, averting your gaze. "It’s… too much work to put on all the time…”

It sounded stupid when you said it out loud, even if it was true. The clasp was having an infuriating tendency to lock up at the worst times as of late, but it's never been so egregiously problematic until this afternoon. You were planning on snapping the entire thing off with a pair of Tony's cutters if he wasn't in the lab today.

The brunette visibly calms, his features softening. “I’ll always help you out with anything you need.” He sounds casual yet resolute about it, but you can't help but find it unnecessary. “I thought you knew that by now. Dating a genius, billionaire, philanthropist superhero has its perks, y’know. You won’t see me judging you for enjoying yourself.”

You sheepishly look back, a weary smile painted across your lips. “I don’t want to inconvenience you-” He adamantly shakes his head, and the soured expression he dons has the rest of your words fizzle out on your tongue.

“Never,” he spits out fiercely, his attention dropping to the bracelet again, “you’re never an inconvenience.” You fall silent, unsure of what words to respond with, electing to watch him meticulously work instead.

Soon, with an almost practiced touch, the chain falls away as if he broke a magic spell. You're about to take your hand back, but Tony engulfs it in both of his. He meets your curious eyes with his own, expressing an unusual and calmed seriousness in his brows that gives you pause.

“Darling, I love your visits, and you look good in anything. Preferably, not at all.” He comments good-naturedly, flipping your wrist over to place a kiss on a protruding vein, and you try to hold back a blush at how intimate it felt. The gentle touch he exudes startles you, but not nearly as much as when he moves those caresses down to the reddened pads of your fingers. There, the calloused digits rub circles exactly where you ran the skin ragged multiple times over.

His gaze drifts over to the discarded accessory that tormented you, critically looking it over. "I can make some adjustments- some good, ol' Stark ingenuity and it'll be fresh out of the box." He contemplates the idea before quickly shaking his head. "On second thought, I'll whip you up a new one instead. How's that sound? Something with more style- I want you to dazzle the world, baby." He winks up at you and you can’t help but laugh as he continues at a louder volume, turning his attention to the rest of the lab. "Jarvis, buddy- make a note of this, yeah?"

"New note titled: ‘This, yeah?’ Done, sir."

Tony glares at the monitor across the space that just dinged to life with a new notification. "We'll talk about this later, young man." The overly authoritative way that Tony counters back has you trying to muffle most of your reaction at the banter.

"Duly noted, sir." The voice drones back unflinchingly.

"Ah-ah-ah, shush!" The brunette exclaims suddenly, "no more notes! You're in timeout, Jarvis. Mute." You had a feeling the A.I. would've had a comeback otherwise. Tony pivots back to look at you, his expression shifting the mood into something more sincere that quells the rest of your amusement. “I don't do this just for anyone, so don’t think you don’t deserve to be pampered. Whatever you need, I'm there. Even if it's for a silly little trinket.”

You mull the words over and nod, watching his goatee lift around his growing smile. Tony's other hand moves up your arm, creating goosebumps in their wake. He wordlessly pulls you closer to him, beckoning and waiting. You can’t find any reason to deny him, so you surrender yourself to his affections.

As you let yourself cuddle into the arms of your caring partner, the billionaire's attention falls back onto the table where your bracelet lies. The single, white-colored faceted gem engraved with designs that mimic his arc reactor starts flashing blue. Tony's quick to quietly snatch it up and pocket it in his jeans in one fluid motion without alerting you. The ever-whirring gears in his mind contemplate employing a more genuine metal this time, one that would prevent the device from chaffing your skin and deteriorating as rapidly as before. Maybe implementing a different locking mechanism as well, just in case. If he gets the blueprints done fast enough, it can be your half-year anniversary present.

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

you belong with me (part 2) // fred weasley

Summary: You’re stubborn, so when your best friend tries to convince you that Bucky Barnes isn’t the right guy for you, you try to prove him wrong. In the process, you end up in a place you thought only existed in books, where you meet the one.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (eventually)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, 

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @error501beta​ for proofreading this!

part 1 | main masterlist

Avengers Compound, New York City, USA, 2017

Peter was terrified. The alarms blared as he frantically examined the room for any trace of you. But you weren't there. You'd vanished right in front of his eyes. He knelt down and picked up the wand off the floor, which was undamaged despite the heavy impact.

As if on cue, a furious Tony Stark strode into the room, making Peter feel very small. He snatched the wand from the boy's grasp before turning to examine the other items on the table to see whether Peter had also touched them.

“Mr. Stark, I—” Tony interrupted Peter before he could even begin to explain, refusing to listen to the boy's reasons.

“Go to the living room.”

“But–”

“NOW!”

Peter gulped. He obeyed and quickly left the laboratory, not wanting to aggravate the situation. Wanda, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were already assembled when he entered the living room.

“They must have been awakened by the alarm,” he reasoned.

Peter was not a fan of being the center of attention, so with all eyes on him, he only grew more anxious.

“Peter? What happened?” Your sister was the one who approached him first. She expected you to be with him, but she became concerned when she didn't see you standing next to your best friend. “Where is Y/N?”

Everyone noticed how Peter's expression changed when he heard your name, and they realized something was wrong.

“Where is Y/N, Peter?” Wanda tried to maintain a calm voice, but her emotions overpowered her, causing her to waver.

You were the only thing she had left — you were her younger sister, and something was obviously wrong. The boy's silence was only making matters worse.

Peter watched as Wanda began to lose control, her eyes burning crimson and a spark of red smoke escaping from her palms. Fearful, he took a step back.

Steve grabbed Wanda's shoulder and gave her a reprimanding look. He wanted to know where you were as well, but there was a better way to go about it.

“Alright, kid. You mind telling us what the hell happened there?” Tony Stark walked into the room with his arms folded across his chest and a stern expression on his face.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, Great Britain, 1994

You took a deep breath before entering the Great Hall. No longer dressed in your pajamas but in the Gryffindor uniform issued by Minerva McGonagall.

When the woman had caught you in the corridors, she had noticed something strange about you. And in her office, although you were terrified, she let you speak. When you told her how you got there, she had believed you, much to your surprise.

She and Dumbledore had cautioned you not to use your unusual magic because it could frighten the other students. Nonetheless, with a thrum of your fingers, you conjured a wand, figuring it would come in handy to blend in.

They clearly had no idea how to return you to your universe, but you told them that your friends back home would find a solution, at least you hoped they would. They were the Avengers. And they had Tony Stark. He was a brilliant inventor. A genius, as he liked to call himself. You were sure he had something in the lab that would bring you back home before you knew it.

In the meantime, you had decided to maintain the deception you already told the Golden Trio — you were an Ilvermory exchange student.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around the room, trying to figure out where you were supposed to sit. It felt like the first day of school all over again. You could deal with monsters and aliens, but nothing could compare to trying to navigate the school hierarchy.

You knew each house was allotted a table, but did that mean you could sit next to anyone? What if they called you off? What if they had reserved a seat for a friend?

Fortunately, your overthinking was cut short when your name was called. You scanned the benches until you noticed Hermione Granger waving from a few feet away.

With a relieved sigh, you approached her. "Hi," you smiled as you took a seat next to her. You noticed Ron and Harry on her right, who gave you a wave.

“You got into Gryffindor!”

“Oh,” you said, peering down at your tie, “yeah.” Yet another lie. While you were here, it appeared that this was going to become a habit.

The sorting hat hadn’t assigned you a house, instead Dumbledore let you choose your own house, which you thought was odd. Even though you weren't a true witch in their eyes, and you were just a guest here, you would have thought they would like to follow the rules, for the appearances at least. But you didn’t question it.

Your attention was drawn to someone's obnoxious throat-clearing. When you raised your gaze, you noticed two identical redheads seated across from you on the bench, looking at you expectantly.

You guessed they were Ron’s brothers. Fred and George.

“Who are you?” One of them asked.

“I’m Y/N. I’m an exchange student from Ilvermory,” the lie was not yet smooth on your tongue.

The boy squinted his eyes. “Are you?”

“Yes, I am.” You tried to push more conviction into your voice. After all, it wouldn’t be the last time you’d have to tell this lie, so the sooner you started believing it yourself the better.

He and his brother continued to stare at you shamelessly. It wouldn’t have bothered you under different circumstances, you were used to people staring, but from them it made you uncomfortable. They seemed to be able to see right through you.

“You don’t look American to me.”

“Fred!” Hermione chastised him at the same time you replied, “That’s because I’m not.”

You cursed yourself. You couldn't keep the words from coming out of your mouth. They were all staring at you now, expecting you to explain yourself.

“I moved to America a few years ago, after my brother's death,” you explained. You didn't like talking about Pietro with anybody other than Wanda, but you'd already blown your cover, so you had no choice but to keep going.

You noticed how the mood shifted, and cursed yourself again; the last thing you wanted was for these strangers to feel sorry for you.

“I was born in Sokovia. It’s a small country in Eastern Europe,” you explained.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. That had to be horrible,” Hermione placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. You cracked a small smile at her.

“It's fine. Wanda is still with me.”

You honestly didn't know what you would have done if you had also lost Wanda that day. Your nightmares were still disturbed by the vision of Pietro falling on his knees, ripped full of holes.

“Is that an animal or something?”

You shifted your gaze to Ron.

‘Was he serious?’

“Wanda is my older sister.” Guilt flooded Ron's features.

“Please excuse him; he lacks all tact,” the other twin spoke for the first time since you had been seated at the table. Because Hermione had addressed the other as Fred, this had to be George.

“Is Wanda also here?” Hermione wondered.

‘I wish.’

“No, she isn't. She’s older. She completed her studies many years ago.”

“So you moved to America first, and now to England? Are you running from something?”

George elbowed his brother in the ribs when the older twin voiced the question.

“Are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today?” You flung back defensively.

“I’m just saying, your story doesn’t add up.” He raised his hand in surrender.

“Why? Because she needed to relocate twice? Perhaps it's because of her parents' occupation or–” Hermione came to a halt when she noticed you stiffen at the mention of your parents.

You don’t really have any memory of them. You were a baby when that missile hit your apartment, but you didn't like it when people brought them up. It served as a reminder that you didn't have them with you.

Hermione appeared to understand because it was visible when you looked at her; that sad expression.

“It doesn’t matter. I was a baby when it happened.” You looked at Fred, desperate to stop him asking any more questions. “I left Sokovia to start a new life with my sister because our country was at war, not a wizarding war, but a muggle war. Do you understand what that means? Bombs, missiles, people displaced, and children killed. I had to watch my brother bleed to death while he was mercilessly shot while attempting to save the life of a young boy. And if I had left America now, it's because I have every right to. You don't have to like me, but I'd appreciate it if you keep your assumptions to yourself.”

It wasn't technically a lie. The sequence of events was just wrong. You were a baby during the Cold War. You were thankful that you couldn't recall any of it. You, Pietro, and Wanda had to hide for two days for fear that the bomb that had hit your apartment would detonate. And you saw Pietro die as he gave his life for that child when the Ultron Project went to shit.

They were all staring at you, shocked. You may have been a little harsh, but you weren't going to sit there and do nothing while being accused of lying about your family.

As you stood up and walked out, you heard a faint voice say, “Well done, dimwit.” You weren't sure where you were headed because you weren't familiar with the castle, but anywhere would be better than sitting in the suffocating air of the Great Hall.

Avengers Compound, New York City, USA, 2015

It's been a week since you arrived here following the death of Pietro.

It’s been a week since you lost your brother.

It’s been a week since you found yourself in a new country, living among complete strangers.

It’s been a week since you left your room.

Your sister had come and knocked on your door multiple times, and you know it’s selfish of you to shut her out, after all, she had lost her twin brother, but you didn’t have it in you to see anyone now, including her.

You've never been adept at dealing with emotions; you felt like you were constantly being hit by a wave until you couldn't float any longer and drowned.

“Open the door, Y/N,” Wanda’s soft voice came from the other side of the door.

You knew she could have just stepped in if she wanted to. She only had to twitch her fingers for the door to break open. But she didn’t do it. Wanda knew better than that. Especially at this moment.

You ignored her, like you had done for the previous seven days.

“Please, Y/N,” You could hear your sister’s voice waver through the door, “I can’t lose you too.”

Without leaving your bed, you waved your fingers and heard the faint click of the door lock turning.

You heard footsteps approaching you and felt your bed dip a few seconds later.

Your gaze, fixed before on the wall, was now watching your sister. Wanda was sitting at the foot of your bed. It was the first time you had seen her since your arrival to America.

She was pale, her eyes were red – you could tell she'd been crying before coming to see you – she had heavy circles under her eyes, and her hair was unkempt. You hadn't looked in the mirror, but you couldn't appear any better than she did.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. It was a stupid question, she knew, but she wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to talk to you after you finally let her in.

“I don’t like it here.”

Wanda sighed, “Me neither.”

You sat up across from her on the bed. “Then why are we here? Why can’t we leave?”

“We have nowhere to go, Y/N.”

That’s when it hit you. You were alone. You didn’t have a home anymore.

“It’s going to be alright. We still have each other.” Wanda assured you. And for the first time in a week, you felt a shred of hope.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, Great Britain, 1994

“Stupid Fred Weasley,” you muttered. You picked up a stone and hurled it into the lake in front of you. “I knew he was an idiot the moment I read the first book.”

You chose another rock and tossed it more forcefully this time. “He must think he's funny.”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm rather amusing.”

You spun around to meet a tall, lanky redhead. You couldn't see it before in the Great Hall, but with the sunlight, you could see the freckles covering his nose and part of his cheeks, which gave an attractive warmth to his features.

“Well, I'm afraid I must inform you that you are incorrect.” You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze back to the water.

This didn't dissuade the redhead, who instead of walking away stepped closer.

You huffed in annoyance, “What do you want?”

Nobody could deny that Fred Weasley had a way with words. He never stopped talking, but now that he was standing next to you with his hands in his pockets, he seemed a little nervous. It wasn’t the first time his big mouth had gotten him in trouble or his words hurt someone else. He didn't know you, yet he felt horrible that he was the source of your pain.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered so gently that you would have missed it if you weren't standing next to him.

“Come again?” You asked.

He took a deep breath and faced you, “I apologise for my behaviour earlier. I went too far, and I didn't intend to hurt you.”

“Are you always so distrusting of the new people you meet?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, so I’m the exception then.”

“Normally, we don't have any exchange students. You're the first one since I started studying here. So I thought that was strange.”

It wasn't the first time you'd been in a similar predicament. In fact, you could argue that your first day of high school in America was worse than this. Girls in high school were far worse than boys with big mouths and a penchant for pranks.

“Did your brother tell you to come apologize to me?”

“What?”

“Did your brother tell you to come apologize to me or are you here because you're really sorry?”

When he didn’t respond, you had your answer.

You chuckled, unamused. “Go back to the castle, Fred.”

“No. Wait, I’m truly sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“What?” You asked, looking at him in disbelief. “You don’t have to do anything. I don’t give a shit about what you think.”

“But I want to prove that I’m honest.”

His tenacity was far from endearing.

“You really can’t take a no for an answer, can you?”

He shook his head, a stupid smile plastered on his face. You sighed, a small smile growing on your face as an idea to toy with him crossed your mind.

“Give me your hand.”

“What?” He asked, perplexed.

Fred hadn’t really thought about what you could ask him to do, but if he had your weird request wasn’t definitely on the list.

“I’m asking to hold your hand, not for you to marry me. You have held a girl’s hand before, right?”

“Of course I have.” He said defensively, like your suggestion was an offense to him.

Your tiny hand wrapped around his large one and looked into his eyes. He seemed tense, and he was looking everywhere but at you.

You found it amusing. You had never expected Fred Weasley to be this nervous around women. You expected a playful comment when you asked him to hold your hand, but instead, you got a startled 16-year-old boy who went rigid the moment your fingers touched.

‘Oh boy, this was a story you’d definitely tell Peter when you got back.’

“You have to look at me,” you explained, “or else it won't work.”

He frowned at your words and landed his gaze on you.

“What won’t work?”

“I’m gonna look into your soul.”

His eyes widened.

“To see if you are honest about being sorry.”

“Are you serious?” He asked you, incredulous.

“Of course I am,” you tried to sound serious and not to laugh at the face he was making. “It’s a gift I have.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Yeah, sure.”

“Do you want me to prove it?”

“Go ahead.”

With his eyes fixed on yours, hands clasped, and your best poker face you started your little revenge.

“So?” he asked, amused, after a few seconds. “Am I being honest?”

You pulled a face at him, “I can’t really tell.”

“Wow, What a surprise.”

“But, I did see something.”

“Really?” he said entertained, “Go on, surprise me.”

“How are things with Mr. Bagman?" you asked with a mischievous grin. "Did you already send that letter?”

The smile on Fred’s face dropped in the blink of an eye.

[magnoliasandarson]

earning it

The lab was barely alive. There was no loud music, no sparks flying, and the bots had returned to their respective rooms for the night. Tony fucking despised the silence.

But he couldn't find it in himself to move from the floor.

A handmade cardstock birthday card was half crumpled in his grip. Twenty little messy names were signed below a well wish and an (objectively shitty) drawing of Iron Man. They were all children from a field trip to the MET he had saved a few months back when some disgruntled lunatic decided he was going to build a death ray.

"You're our hero!" in glittery red gel pen.

It made him physically nauseous.

He hadn't saved them. Half had received severe burns, and the other half were so severely traumatized that they would spend the next several years in therapy, at minimum. He had reached out to the parents, the hospitals, and several children's psychiatry clinics. The Maria Stark Foundation would foot the bill for any costs incurred. Tony Stark- ever tossing money at Iron Man's mistakes.

He wasn't a hero. If he had been better, if he had been faster, he could've gotten those kids out without a scratch. He could've better contained the explosions. He could've stopped whatever-the-fuck his name was before there were any explosions.

Happy Birthday!

Another year alive. What did he have to show for it? New aches, new nightmares, new guilt... His skin crawled with the desire to do something anything. He chanced a glance over at the liquor cabinet, eyes catching the empty bottles he'd poured down the drain months ago...

No. He was alive, he was a genius, he was an inventor, he was Tony Goddamn Stark, and he could would make things better. He could deserve the stupid card. His fist uncurled around the crayon drawing of Iron Man, smoothing the crumpled paper gently.

All at once, he pushed himself to his feet, staggering to one of the drafting tables, "Battle stations kids," he clapped his hands, grinning when JARVIS raised the house lights and DUM-E and U rolled back out, "it's time SI got into the skin graft game."