#James Rhodes One Shot

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Where do we go from here - Part 1

Summary: Two funerals. Two couples. A tragedy like no other. And one big secret.

A/N: Written for @fandom-free-bingo Here’s something different, I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment, heart and reblog if you enjoyed the story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, F! Reader x Rhodey, Tony Stark x Reader (eventually)

Warning: 18+ angst, minors DNI, death, infidelity, smoking, mentions of self-harm and suicide. Hurt comfort.

Word count: 2764

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Empty.

That’s how you felt. Empty and utterly exhausted. Your eyes were dried and throat scratchy from all the crying, body aching with pain and mind a foggy haze. Forty eight hours it had been since you received the news of the car crash.

James Rhodes. Your husband. Dead.

Pepper Potts. Your best friend. Dead.

You received a call from the hospital while you were wrapping James’ birthday present. A birthday that never arrived. Instead a funeral did. Two consecutive ones. You hadn’t felt grief like this ever.

The service ended, you shook hands and hugged countless people, nodding along as they offered condolences, wanting nothing more than to head home, crash in your bed and never wake up. But you couldn’t. There was another funeral you had to attend, your best friend Pepper’s, you didn’t know if you could go through it all again.

But you had to.

A couple of moments later, you managed to slip away and found yourself sitting on a bench overlooking the graves. The day was actually sunny and bright, wildflowers littered along the gravestones as a gentle breeze blew. What a day for a funeral, you thought sadly.

Not long after you sat, you smelled cigarette smoke in the air before Tony Stark took a seat next to you. Tony was one of your closest family friends, well, he was your husband’s best friend. They practically grew up together, went to school, university and eventually ended up buying houses close to each other too. By way of default, when Pepper and him got married, it brought the four of you closer. She was your best friend and James was his.

It was perfect.

Your mind went back to the last dinner the four of you had at your place, it was only three days ago. Just a day before the accident.

“Here’s to celebrating milestones in friendships!”

James raised his whiskey glass, making you, Tony and Pepper follow suit before you clinked them together with warm smiles. You had cooked a nice dinner to celebrate a year of moving into this home you shared with your loving husband. It may as well have been just an excuse to get together with your friends, which happened too often.

“Thank you for dinner, Y/N. It was delicious. And the blueberry pie too! It is Tony’s favorite.” Pepper announced, making you smile at her husband who returned it, albeit reluctantly. There was something about the way he looked at you, it made you nervous, not in a bad way, per se. It was like he could stare into soul.

“It’s Y/N’s favorite as well.” James chimed in, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

While you cleaned up in the kitchen, Pepper coaxed James to let her take the new SUV out for a spin. She had been trying to persuade Tony to get the same model but apparently he wasn’t too keen on letting his Audi R8 go.

“You think I could sneak in an extra piece of pie?” Tony’s voice took you by surprise as he entered the kitchen.

“Oh! I thought you went along with James and Pep?”

“I mean it was either a piece of pie or Pepper yapping my ear off about how my R8 isn’t exactly ‘fit to be a family car’.” he shrugged, making you chuckle as you took out the remaining pie from the fridge and cut him another slice.

You were suddenly aware of your heartbeat as Tony leaned over to grab the plate from you, the close proximity unfamiliarly welcoming. His fingers grazed over yours ever so lightly, leaving their presence to linger.

What was even going on?

Tony was a good-looking man, there wasn’t a question. He had a handsome face with an impeccably maintained beard that only seemed to suit him best. And his eyes. A light brew of your favorite coffee, the brown doe eyes held as much kindness as they held self assurance. Deep down, you felt an attraction towards the man. It was harmless, wasn’t it?

Only time would tell.

“Y/N?” Tony’s fingers snapped you back to reality, making you realize he had asked you a question.

“Yeah?”

“You went into one of your zones again, didn’t you?” He smiled, taking a bite of the pie and letting out a moan of delight.

“Sorry. One of my zones?”

“Yeah. Your mind tends to wander off when the conversation isn’t interesting for you. I’ve observed.” He wasn’t wrong. The fact that he noticed and pointed it out made your cheeks flush.

“Sorry about that. It’s nothing really. I was just thinking about the time we first got together. I—I mean the four of us.”

“Right. It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”

“It was at one of your famous parties. I walked in looking to have a good time, you and I had one too many whiskies and the next thing I know Pepper dragged you back to your house and James ended up dropping me home. And the rest is history.”

“The rest is history.” Tony repeated with a small chuckle as memories of that evening played out in his head.

“Sometimes I wonder if…um. Nevermind.” He shrugged, cutting his sentence short leaving you to frown.

“If what? Go on.”

You saw him take in a deep breath, release it slowly before facing you fully after he kept the plate away.

“I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing truly worked out for us. Or we just settled because it was obvious.”

Tony’s words stuck with you long after that night was over. As did the look he gave you. It had longing and hints of regret. Something that reflected in your eyes as well.

You must’ve been crying again because Tony reached out to wipe tears that had escaped, offering you a cigarette which you accepted, filling your lungs with smoke and closing your eyes.

“You know, I spent half of yesterday just staring at my bottle of sleeping pills, wondering if it would hurt less if I just took them.” you murmured, staring into the distance. The void inside your chest seemed perpetual and only growing, there was no relief, no end to this pain.

Tony remained silent, he probably had the same thoughts running through his mind. But you couldn’t tell. He slid closer, placing his arm over the backrest of the bench.

“I need to speak to you about the accident, Y/N. I found out some things that you have the right to know too.” his brown eyes bore into yours, letting you know the urgency in his voice.

“Tell me now.” Shaking his head, Tony stubbed his cigarette and got up.

“Tomorrow. Come home and we’ll talk.”

“But it’s Pepper’s funeral–”

“I couldn’t care less. Trust me. Tomorrow.”

You were taken aback, watching him walk towards his car before driving off while you sat on the bench, a mess of complex emotions.

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Your right foot was bouncing against the sofa as you waited for Tony, his house felt oddly quiet and dark now that Pepper was no longer around. Safe to say your own home wasn’t exactly in the best condition either. You couldn’t remember the last time you cleaned, or had a proper meal.

He returned with a familiar looking overnight bag, some papers and a phone. As he laid them out in front of you, a pit began forming in your stomach. This couldn’t be what you were thinking it could be. It couldn’t.

“This is what they recovered from the accident. The bag was in the trunk, the phone was found a few feet away and this.”

He handed you the papers first, it looked like a confirmation of a hotel booking, a hotel located just on the outskirts of the town. It was booked under James Rhodes. Why would he check into a hotel when he was supposed to be out of town for a conference?

“I don’t understand..” you trailed off, not really wanting to know the details but Tony handed you the phone next. What you read, broke your heart into a million pieces. The doubts that you tried to push down resurfaced and had materialized right in front of your eyes.

They were chats. Chats between Pepper and James. Your husband and Tony’s wife.

Your eyes burned but no tears came, you felt betrayed, hurt and angry like you hadn’t ever. It was months and months of private conversations between them, you hadn’t even noticed Pepper’s name saved with a heart emoji on James’s phone, right below was your last message to him, checking up on him to see if he reached safely.

You turned to look at Tony who sat with his arms crossed, jaw ticking and hands balled up against his sides. He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head before getting up to stand in front of the window that overlooked their huge backyard.

“Why didn’t–um, why didn’t the cops bring this to me?” you found your voice again but barely recognized it. It was hoarse from lack of use and weak, fearful of what you’d hear next.

“I asked them not to,” he replied quietly.

“Why?”

“Why? Seriously? You think you would’ve handled it well, Y/N? Given the things you said to me, I would be arranging for a third funeral right about now!” Tony didn’t mean to yell, but he did, because he shared your hurt and pain. He immediately regretted it watching you crumble on the floor, clutching the phone to your chest as you sobbed.

Dropping on his knees, he gathered you in his arms and let you cry, your tears soaked his shirt as you wept, body racking in pain while he held you. Your breath was still uneven but your tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a million questions.

“It had been going on for longer than a year, Y/N.” as if reading your mind, Tony mumbled, his voice muffled against your hair.

“I don’t want to believe it, Tony.”

He hugged you tighter, providing you the comfort you needed, wanted even, his presence grounded you, his scent calmed you.

“You’re staying here.” he declared once you separated, wiping tears from your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I–I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. And you’re going to. You’re hurting, Y/N. We both are. I don’t think I could live with myself with you gone as well. I can’t.” Tony whispered, resting his forehead against yours, pleading you to stay.

He was right. You couldn’t bear the thought of returning to that house which you shared with James, your husband, also the man who had been cheating on you with your best friend for months. Given a choice, you would probably set it on fire to bury all the memories and destroy them. It wasn’t your happy home anymore.

“Will you stay?”

You nodded as he helped you back up, walking you up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.

“Wait, I can’t stay in the–”

“The guest bedroom is on your left. I’ve been sleeping there. I’ll take the other one. I can’t sleep in our bedroom either.” Tony’s lips were pressed in a thin line, fingers trembling before he hid them in his pockets.

Of course. It was hard for him too. You wondered if he had the same thoughts of burning the house down. You two were in the same boat, one that was drowning in a sea of sorrow, betrayal and tainted memories.

And now all you had was each other.

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Moonlight streamed through the windows as you lay awake, staring at the ceiling for hours, sleep had evaded you. Checking the clock, it stated it was way past midnight, you turned to your side to attempt a small nap if your mind allowed; however a dull crash fell on your ears from downstairs, making you jump out of bed and scramble to the source.

It was Tony.

Eyes brimmed with tears, a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting atop the kitchen counter and shards of broken glass on the floor. As you stepped closer, you saw a broken picture frame as well, one that housed Tony and Pepper’s wedding day photo, both wide eyed and grinning ear to ear, now with a huge crack along the surface.

“Tony?” you treaded carefully, your voice barely over a whisper as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

His tense muscles relaxed under your touch, a sigh leaving his lips.

“She took a pregnancy test, Y/N.” he murmured so quietly you almost missed it. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard him. You knew Tony and Pep had been trying for a kid for a while now, Tony wanted a child more than anything.

“Oh my God.” You croaked, rubbing his back in attempts to comfort him as you saw his eyes brimming with unshed tears, your heart breaking for him.

“Now I can’t even know if it was mine. She was fucking pregnant!” He smashed the glass of whiskey on the opposite wall, the two of you watching the liquid stream down in little rivulets, joining the shattered glass.

Tony’s breaths were coming in erratic and shallow, his eyes unfocused, he was struggling to stand upright.

“Tony hey! Look at me, come on. Let’s get you over here.” You supported him until he was sitting on the barstool while you took a seat opposite him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you made him look into your eyes.

“Breathe for me, please. It’s okay.”

You sounded unsure but you hoped it was helping him, he was trying his level best to focus on your words but it was hard. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, all other voices drowning as sweat lined on his forehead.

“Tony. Come on. I know you can do this. Focus. Just breathe.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, waiting for him to follow.

It took a few beats but eventually you succeeded in getting him back to normal. He squeezed your hand gratefully, nodding his head to let you know he was alright. You grabbed him a water before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, neither of you bothering to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

You sat together in silence, pondering over what your lives had become in a span of a week. The alcohol definitely helped, numbed your pain and made you drowsy.

The sun was starting to rise outside, a dull, gray light filtering through the windows letting you know it was dawn. The word exhausted seemed to be synonymous with your daily routine, it was all you ever felt. You took your empty glass and were heading for the sink when Tony grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Where are you going?” The uncertainty in his eyes tugged at your heartstrings.

“Just to keep this. Tony, I’m right here.” You reassured the man who followed you into the kitchen, as if to make sure you wouldn’t disappear all of a sudden.

“Will you leave me?” He whispered shakily.

This wasn’t a side of Tony you had ever seen. You were used to the confident, sassy man who joked around and made you laugh.

“I can’t deal with the pain alone. Stay. Please. You’re all I have, Y/N.”

There wasn’t a muscle in your body that protested, not that you wanted to anyways. Laying his head against your chest, he hugged you, holding onto you with all his might.

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“You will?”

He felt you nod as your fingers carded through his hair, calming his nerves and reassuring him of your presence. He didn’t know how long it would take for you both to recover, but as long as you were with him and he with you, he felt some semblance of hope. That eventually everything could be okay.

“Of course. You’re all I have too.”

[chasingmidnights]

Stars

Title: Stars 

Inspo: A song by Grace Potter & the Nocturnals 

Summary: You sacrificed yourself for the soul stone and the whole team takes it hard. 

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+; character death; grieving; sacrificial death; very emotional; angst; Natasha Romanoff crying, I feel like that should be a warning; and I think that’s everything you should look out for. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading you're agreeing that you're over 18 and are accepting that you've read the warnings.

Wordcount: 1,097

When Natasha appeared back on the platform alone, after retrieving the soul stone, everyone was shocked and confused. Natasha just sat there as she held the stone in her hand. She still couldn’t believe what just actually happened and her best friend was suddenly gone. The two fought hard against each other and yet, she was defeated and still here. A tear rolled down her rosy cheek, she didn’t know what to say to the others. All Natasha could do was replay the last moments she was with you. You had bettered her, she held onto you as tightly as she could as she hung there from the zip line cord you had attached to her. Tears started to form in the waterline of her eyes as she looked down at you. She could feel her grip on you start to weaken as she held onto the cord. She could tell by the look in  your eyes that you were pleading with her to let you go. She groaned as she adjusted, still trying to hold onto you and the cord. She wasn’t ready to let go. 

“No, I’m not gonna do it.” She was barely able to get the words out through gritted teeth and tears. 

She watched as you glanced down at the ground beneath us before you looked back up at her. She could see the acceptance that was in your eyes, you were accepting that this was your fate. 

“It’s okay.” Your voice was soft and somehow filled with understanding. 

She tried to reach for you with her other hand but she couldn’t quite reach you. “No, please. No.” 

She hated the way her voice cracked at every word. Even more than that, she hated the way you were simply nodding your head gesturing that it was okay. 

“Let me go Tasha.” 

She wondered how you were so calm right now. 

“No, I can’t. I need you.” A huge lump had formed in her throat, making it hard for her to speak. 

A small smile curled up onto the corner of your lips. “Let me go. It’s okay.” 

“No!” Natasha screamed out to you, she didn’t recognize her own voice as she screamed. 

She couldn’t believe the scream from her, let alone that not even a sound came from you. You had pushed yourself off of the rock with your feet causing her to let go of you. She was sobbing at this point as she looked at your unmoving body on the ground below as she clung on tightly to the zip cord. 

She was brought back to the present by the sound of Steve’s voice. She couldn’t bare to look at him, she couldn’t bare to look at any of them. You were important to every one of them, you had helped them all in some way. 

“Natasha, what happened? Where is she?” 

Steve’s questions caused her bottom lip quiver as she continued to stare at the floor. He didn’t sound upset but she still couldn’t bring herself to explain what happened. A small, painful squeal escaped her as she tried to find her words. 

“Nat? You’re starting to scare us, what happened?” This time, it was Clint’s voice she heard, she could hear the concern in it. 

Natasha really tried to talk but another painful squeal escaped her. “The price for the soul-” she had to cut herself off and take a deep breath. “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love most. A soul-” 

She couldn’t finish it, she was thankful when Nebula spoke up. “A soul for a soul.” 

A heavy realization comes over everyone at Nebula’s words. They couldn’t believe it, you sacrificed yourself to help undo what Thanos had done. Even the ones who didn’t know you too well like Rocket, Scott, and Nebula felt a wave of sorrow wash over them. You barely knew them and yet, you welcomed them with open arms and treated them kindly. Clint rushed over to Nat and pulled her up into his arms as she continued to sob. Clint felt a few of his own tears fall down his cheeks, you were like a sister to him. You helped convince him to come back and to put up the Ronin mantle. Tony’s voice broke the sorrow filled silence but everyone could hear the waver in every word. 

“Did she,” Tony had to pause for a moment. Before Morgan, you were the closest thing to a daughter he had. “Besides us, did she have any family?” 

“No, just us.” Steve answered, his voice cracked at the end. Before he found Bucky again, you had taken his spot as his best friend. You’d stuck by his side through everything these last couple of years. 

Bruce remained quiet but he could feel his color drain from him before a few tears rolled down his cheek. Rhodey was at a complete loss for words, over the years, you had become close and he admired you for what you stood up for. A sniffle escaped Thor before he started to speak, grief was very apparent in his voice as he spoke. 

“If it’s alright, I’d like to put something together. In my opinion, she deserves to be honored like a true warrior.” 

“Sure buddy, I think we can all agree to that.” Tony nodded his head as he agreed. 

The following day, Thor had everything ready to go just before sunset. He had a small canoe set up with a podium in the middle that was decorated with beautiful flowers. A small group had gathered to honor you. Once Thor was satisfied, he turned back to everyone and gave them a short nod. Tony and Steve then stepped forward and helped Thor push the canoe out into the lake. Everyone watched in silence as the water carried it towards the opening of the lake. Clint readied his bow with one of his special arrows, Thor had asked him to do the honor of setting the boat on fire. He took a deep breath just before he released the arrow. As soon as the arrow touched the cane, it set it on fire. A few moments of heavy silence surrounded them as the burning canoe floated down the river. Once it was out of sight, Thor then took Stormbreaker into his hand and he hit the bottom of the handle on the ground. All but Steve turned around to head back inside, he stood there a moment longer as he watched the ashes float up to the now night sky.

[regaliasonata]

Here me out

RJ/Casey one shot, premise is still up in question but red riding hood hunter Casey and Werewolf RJ

Boom.

[thompsborn]

and when i post my super long 10+1 one shot from harley’s pov about him befriending and then falling in love with peter parker—no spider-man, no iron man, no superheroes, just people—disabled diabetic peter parker with his wonky glasses and history of loss and grief, and harley, adopted by rich gays tony stark and james rhodes, with two little sisters and raised sheltered and comfortable but also still raised right—

what then, huh? what then???

[xoxomelanie]

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Summary: Ivonne Rainer hadn’t met Dean Winchester in 2006 after he was hit by a car. No, this time, this universe, they met in 2010, when the whole Apocalypse deal started and Dean was made leader of one of the only remaining survival camps in America. Little did he know, one random raid would change everything.

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“So…” I was approached by woman my age, her brown hair tied up in a sleek ponytail. “you must be the new arrival. Dean really has a problem with you.” 

I cocked a rifle, passing it to another camper, James Rhodes, who took it, checked it and nodded, seemingly impressed. “That’s me, yeah.” I nodded, folding my arms. “Though I’m usually known as Ivy.” 

“Ivy.” She repeated, then held her hand out with a smile. “Risa.” 

“Nice to meet you.” I responded with a small smile twitching at my lips, then I saw her still-outstretched hand and shook it hurriedly. 

“Woah, quite the grip.” She grinned as I let go. 

“Oh, uh, sorry.” I chuckled nervously. 

“Nah, you’re good.” Then she smiled again. “I don’t see what Dean meant about you being a pain in the ass. You seem like you aren’t.” 

“Just depends on who I’m hangin’ with.” 

“Touché. Dean can be an irritating S.O.B, but you learn to ignore when he’s being a douche after a while.” 

“Promise?” I smirked, making her laugh. I laughed too, feeling at ease around this… Risa. 

“Hey, uh, Risa?” James interrupted the conversation, slinging a gun clip holster on his chest. “I’m about to head out with the squad to Missouri. I know the boss told me to keep an eye on Ivy here, but-“ 

“Oh, so I need surveillance now?” I raised an eyebrow, pissed off. “This guy’s askin’ to get decked.” 

“Believe me, he is, but it’s just how Dean rolls.” Risa chuckled, then led me away. “You’ll have a much better time hanging around me. I’ll introduce you to the campers, get you started on something, and we’ll all be smiles and giggles.” 

“I hope not.” I laughed. 

“Yeah, neither do I.” She grinned. “Just a few things. Stay away from the hippie cabin at 3 o’clock, it gets hot an’ heavy in there and nobody wants to hear it. If you wanna earn Dean’s trust, you have to save his ass, but he doesn’t let anyone save his ass so you just kiss that sweet thing goodbye. And one last thing…” She rounded on me, “can you shoot?” 

“I’ll fire a bullseye if you give me a target.”

”Alright.” She picked up a shotgun, handing it to me. “There’s a red dot on the wall behind you. Don’t think, just shoot.” I immediately spun around, my eyes locking onto the red dot. The moment I got a visual, I pulled the trigger, hitting it dead on. “Damn!” 

“Eh, it’s nothin’.” I chuckled, handing the gun back. 

“You’re a damn good shot, I mean, that was-“ 

“Suicide!” A man who was only an inch taller than me popped up, looking outraged. “Do you know what Dean’s gonna say when he sees a bullet missing-“ His eyes landed on me, and he looked confused. “Risa, who is this?” 

“Right, I forgot to mention.” Risa gestured to me with a grimace. “Chuck, this is Ivonne Rainer, she’s new here. Ivy, this is Chuck ‘Prophet of the Lord’ Shirley. However, a prophet isn’t much use in an apocalypse. They’re only gonna spell D-O-O-M.” 

“At least I’m the rations organiser! What are you, the boss’ woman?” 

“Exactly.” Risa smirked before tapping me on the shoulder, leading me away. “That’s Chuck for you. He gets a bit sensitive sometimes. Anyway, Dean gets really touchy with the supplies and stuff, goes through ‘em himself to make sure nothin’s missing.” 

“If he’s gonna freak out over a bullet, give me a bit o’ metal and a heat source, I’ll forge a new one.” I grinned, and Risa raised her eyebrows.

I held up a freshly-forged bullet, examining it for a second before putting it in the cartridge. Risa looked on in surprise, and nodded in disbelief. “You did it.” 

“Yep.” I nodded, replacing the cartridge in the gun and cocking it before throwing it aside. “I’m prepared in a dire sitch. The boss won’t suspect a thing, so you’re safe.” 

“My god, you’re amazing.” She laughed in disbelief, looking at me in awe. “Just where did Dean dig you up from, huh, lifesaver?” 

“Jersey City.” I smiled. 

“Wait- that’s a Croat hotspot.” She sat up suddenly, her jaw dropping. “How long were you there?” 

“Two years.” 

“And you survived?! No bites? You’re not one of ‘em, right?” 

“I’m immune.” I shrugged, frowning a bit. “Never figured out why, but I’ve been bitten at, scratched, and never came out with a single goddamn piece of sulphur in my blood. It’s relievin’, but unsettlin’.” 

“Unsettling? That’s a damn blessing.” 

“It’s that I don’t know where they come from.” I sighed, looking down. “They just came to me when I was nineteen. No explanation, no nothin’, all I knew is that they were there.” 

“Damn, that’s…” She trailed off, frowning. “that’s rough.” 

“I lived, clearly.” I chuckled. “Besides, I had my uncle to help with the worst of it. Until we got separated, and I had to quite literally fend for myself out there.” 

We sat in silence for a moment, which was all I needed, if I’m bein’ honest.

“So…” I heard someone chuckle, and I turned to see James. “I heard you were the new thing pissing Dean Winchester off.” 

“That’s me.” I smirked. “And I wear that like a badge of honour.” Then I looked him up and down, thinking. Dude had a really good body, that was enough to tell under the strained khaki shirt that made his frame look more impressive and complimented his green eyes, paired with fluffy black hair. “Nice build. You ex-military or somethin’?” 

“Uh, no.” He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I used to be a detective sergeant. The muscles just came with the job.” 

“You used to be a cop?” I grinned, then saluted jokingly. “Thanks for your service.” 

“No problem. What about you? Any job before this?” 

“Hunting, and more hunting, and more hunting-“ 

“With hunting as the cherry on top.” He joked. 

“That’s right.” 

“James!” Chuck came running up, frantically looking at a clipboard. “I’d ask Dean, but he’s out on a mission. We’re running low on edibles, how should we ration?” 

“Women and children first.” James answered instantly, and I listened carefully. “Then ration with the elders, afterwards divvy it out to the rest.” 

“Wait, Chuck,” I frowned, “how much is left? How much food?”

”Not enough to last a week.” Chuck replied.

“Then rationin’ it out is gonna be extremely difficult. With the amount of people in this camp and enough food to last a week, the women and children are gonna have everythin’.” I frowned. “You need to send out a squad for supply retrieval. Nearest abundance of food I know’s in Missouri.” 

“We need Dean’s permission for that.” James raised an eyebrow, turning to me. “And he’s on a mission, left this mornin’.” 

“Not nearly enough time. He’s hittin’ a Croat hotspot, he could be back after a week and by that time we’ll be in crisis. Scramble a team of semi-automatic experts, take a Jeep, hit Missouri, it’s the only option.”

“The boss is gonna be pissed.” Chuck scoffed. “And how do we know your plan is valid?” 

“It actually works.” James agreed, nodding with a disbelieving look. “We’ve got enough men on hand to form a scavenge team, and Missouri’s the nearest state that we haven’t hit and isn’t a Croat infested wasteland.” 

“Not my fault if your ass gets busted by Dean.” 

“I don’t think it matters.” I retorted. “If people are starvin’, you need to do what’s necessary, not what the doctor ordered. Get a team together and send it out, see if I’m wrong.” 

“You are.” 

“Try me.” 

Winchester’s Jeep came back a week later with the med supplies, unloading them quickly. I looked up from where I was busy hauling a duffel bag, and the first thing he noticed was the people eating in a corner, his eyebrow raising. Then he turned to Chuck, conversing with him for a moment before I pinpointed the exact moment he saw red. His nostrils flared, jaw clenching along with his fist. I turned to James, sharing a look with him. 

We’re screwed. 

“JAMES!” Winchester yelled, now sipping a beer can. “RAINER! YOUR ASSES, MY TENT, NOW!” I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair as Risa whistled lowly. 

“Boss man seems mad.” She whispered. “Better go before he gets more pissed off. I’ll take that.” She took a hold of the duffel bag, and James and I made our way into Winchester’s tent, where he was standing there, cocking his rifle in a way that would seem threatening to a wuss. 

“You.” He pointed at James, who instantly stood straighter, the latter’s Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re my second for a reason. Without contacting me, you authorised a raid that could have gone south so quickly. What got into you, huh?! Are you thick? Or a dumbass?” 

“With all due respect, boss, we would have starved.” James answered calmly, which seemed to aggravate Winchester even more. 

“That’s besides the point! What if we’d lost men? If someone had gotten turned? That blood would be on your hands, no one else’s!”

“With absolutely no respect whatsoever, I think he made a good call.” I stepped in with a frown, folding my arms. 

“I’m getting to you.” He snapped, pointing at me before rounding back on James. However, I wasn’t gonna take that for an answer. 

“I’m afraid you‘ll have to deal with me now.” I retorted, setting my jaw. “Fact remains that I suggested the only plan that worked in your absence when you were gone a week, and your second in command, the one who’s makin’ the decisions when you’re not here, led a squad, and they got back. Alive. Now people have food and water and they can remain sane. I don’t see how that’s a problem for you, or anyone, for that matter.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Ooh, make me.” 

He pulled his gun out, pointing it at me. “Do not make me pull this trigger-“ 

“Dean!” James yelled, stepping in front of me. “Are you insane?!” 

“She’s a smartass!” 

“Hey, hey, put it down!” 

“You don’t give the orders!” 

“To hell with orders!” James retaliated, making me raise an eyebrow. Damn, boy. “She helped. She made the layout for the strike squad. She’s a smartass, sure, but she’s a useful smartass. A really damn useful one, because we could use an immune and/or psychic person right now.” 

“All the more reason for me to blow her brains out. She’s a goddamn psychic, and I haven’t had the best experiences with those bastards.” 

“Just see goddamn reason!” He persisted, holding his hands out. “Look, if she starts to go insane, or whatever it is happened with the rest of people like her, I’ll shoot her myself.” 

I snorted. “As if you could-“ 

“Work with me here.” 

“Fine.” 

“Just…” James left a pause as he tried to find the words, “give her a chance.” Winchester paused for a moment, then lowered the gun, not without giving me a steely warning look. 

“Ok.” He nodded, glancing at me briefly, “But you’re keepin’ her in check. If she steps out of line, it’s your ass.” 

“Again, with no due respect, I can handle myself.” I scoffed. “You don’t need to post a bodyguard on me every five seconds.” 

He let out a dark chuckle, his lips pursing when he stopped. “You’re actin’ like you have a choice.” 

“Oh, yeah, I do.” I nodded. “Cause you’re in no position to order me around, since there’s clearly a power imbalance here.” 

The words made him stop and rethink, and then he gritted his teeth. “Get out.” 

“Gladly.” I smirked, walking out gratefully, happy to be away from that- “Douchebag.” 

“Jackass.” Dean growled under his breath. 

Well, that couldn’t have gone better.

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Play Dates and Business Meetings -💦

Summary: Cody is trying to score this meeting with a big CEO, James Flaken only to find out that him and James have the same kink interests. Cody uses this to his advantage and sets up a Play Date for their Little Girls while the Daddy’s have a business meeting. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

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Even Dead I'm The Hero - Even When Accidental

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52281367 by TheGreatTeaMetaphor After Tony's death, Pepper wars to get his will read months after his death, only to hit an unexpected wall. A wall named Peter Parker. Or After feeling powerless against magic numerous times, a drunk Tony tries to make his tech at least not helpless against magic. Against all odds, it works. Really, people should stop doubting Tony. Even if Tony is people. Words: 1144, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of mcu one-shots I write to inspire sadness. Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Happy Hogan/Aunt May Parker Additional Tags: Hurt Pepper Potts, Hurt Peter Parker, Badassium read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52281367

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The desert was hotter than Tony expected. He sipped his scotch, feeling the cold drink relieving his throat.

“Why is no one saying anything, I feel like I’m under arrest.”

One of the soldiers turned.

“Sorry Mr. Stark, we're all just really nervous.”

“I don’t blame you; I am pretty great.” Tony smiled and took another sip. An explosion blew up the military vehicle in front of them. Their car stopped abruptly as the soldiers ran out, yelling and firing their guns.

“Stay in the car!” A soldier yelled and was immediately shot in the head. Tony needed to get out of there. He fumbled for the door and crawled onto the sand. A bombshell landed right in front of him and on the side was printed two words. Stark Industries. Tony gasped and ran for it but the shell exploded, and he was hit in the chest with bits of shrapnel. Gasping for air Tony noticed a pool of blood form on his shirt- and lost his consciousness.

36 hours earlier…

“Tony Stark, CEO. of Stark industries is a revolutionary in the tech industry,” Called the man at the podium.

“A personal friend of mine and mentor, colonel James Rhodes, am honored to present this award to Mr. Tony Stark.”

He looked around.

“Tony?” 

Tony rolled the dice across the board and cheered along with the crowd gathered around him. A woman held onto his chest and was grinning. “You are unbelievable,” Rhodey said behind him.

“I know,” Tony winked and sipped his drink.

“Why weren’t you at the ceremony for this?” Rhodey gestured to the award in his hand.

“Business is, as business does!” Tony smiled, squeezing her side, eliciting a pitchy giggle. She groaned, leaving. He turned back and called.

“Don’t be late for the presentation tomorrow!” Tony wasn’t listening- he was laughing with the crowd and drinking again. Rhodey shook his head and stormed out.

Most of the night was a blur for Tony. he remembers taking the woman home and waking up before her. He snuck out and crept down to his garage. Pepper Potts had soon come down breaking the news that she left.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked.

“Like a champ, you are supposed to be halfway around the world right now.”

“Oh, why’s that?” 

Pepper looked annoyed as usual.

“The weapons presentation!” She sighed.

“Damn it,” Tony stood and made his way to the door, with pepper following behind him.

Tony walked up the steps to his plane greeted by Rhodey.

“Three hours late,” Rhodey shook his head.

“The plane is mine and it takes off when I need it to,” Tony climbed inside followed by Rhodey.

- - - - -

Tony stared up at the mountains way off in the distance.

“My dad had a saying,” Tony turned to look at the military buyers standing behind him.

“Peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy, he liked weapons and preferably only the ones you had to fire once!”

The missiles launched at the mountains, blowing them to bits.

“For your consideration, The Jericho.”

The shockwave sent chills through everyone blowing dust up everywhere.

Tony smiled and everyone clapped.

- - - - - 

He gasped, tasting plastic and opened his eyes.

He felt the breathing tube in his nose and Tony saw that he was in a cave.

Tony removed the breathing tube from his nose, noticing the car battery next to him. The wires lead to his bandaged chest, Tony removing the bandages seeing a device embedded in his chest.

He gasped and touched the device and began to remove it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a voice rang from across the cave.

“What did you do to me?”

“I saved your life,” said the man.

“How?” Tony asked.

“This,” the man pointed to the device.

“Is an electromagnet, powered by a car battery and it keeps shrapnel from entering your heart.

Tony thought about how that could work mechanically.

A knock sounded on the cave’s metal door.

A voice in Arabic yelled and the man helped Tony to stand up.

“Put your hands on your head and stay quiet.”

The door opened and in walked several men holding guns.

“Those are my guns.”

“Hush!” Said the man next to him.

“Tony Stark!” A man who looked to be the leader walked forward and began talking in Arabic.

“He says welcome Tony Stark,” the man translated what he was saying for Tony.”

“He says that he wants you to build him a Jericho missile and then they will set you free.”

“I refuse,” Tony replied.

The one in charge scowled as the message was relayed back to him, he gave an order and two men grabbed Tony and his battery dragging him out of the cave, they brought him outside and the light hit his face. Tony blinked and covered his eyes overwhelmed with the bright burst of the sun beating down across him. He looked around, seeing that all of his weapons technology had been taken, including his guns. 

“You have everything you need to build a missile,” translated the man who had saved him. Tony couldn’t let that happen. He needed an escape plan.

Tony reluctantly agreed to help them, and they brought him back into the cave.

- - - - -

“What the hell was that?” Tony asked the man.

“They call themselves The Ten Rings and they have been around for centuries,” The man explained.

“That is your legacy, Stark.” He helped Tony sit down.

“I can’t have that be my legacy.” 

“Then I suggest you think of a way to get out of here,” He smiled.

Tony worked that day on a better replacement for the electromagnet on his heart.

“What do I call you?” Tony asked the man.

“My name is Yinsen,” he said.

 Tony nodded and messed with wires.

“You have a family?” He asked.

“I do,” replied Yinsen.

The device Tony was working on lit up.

“What is this?” Asked Yinsen.

“A miniaturized arc reactor,” Tony held it up.

Yinsen helped Tony install it into his chest that evening.

“My plan is to build a suit made of iron,” Tony explained.

“A lot better than a missile,” Yinsen smiled.

“For me not for them,” Tony laughed.

- - - - -

The two were hard at work on the suit, making sure to hide what they were doing from their captors.

A voice at the door made them jump.

They covered their things and put their hands up.

In walked a bald man wearing a red ring on his finger, followed by the guards.

“Relax,” he said and Yinsen put his arms down followed by Tony.

“My name is Raza,” said the man.

“The bow and arrow were once the pinnacle of technology,” began Raza.

“Now today it seems whoever holds the latest Stark tech is the top of the mountain,” he stared coldly into Tony’s eyes.

“Soon that will be my mountain,” Raza stood again.

“You have 24 hours to build my missile,” he turned and left.

Tony turned to Yinsen.

“We need to get this done yesterday.”

“You think?” Yinsen agreed sarcastically.

- - - - -

The next few hours were the hardest Tony had worked, slaving over an anvil hammering the hot molten iron into place.

Tony lifted the mask off of the anvil and set it on the table in front of Yinsen who was working on wiring various electrical circuits in the arms of the suit.

It was time to get out of here.

- - - -

Putting the suit on took time, time they did not have. 

Tony had the iron breastplate lowered onto him. 

Yinsen helped to fasten together the few remaining parts and then he began the process of powering up the suit.

Voices yelled at the door and Yinsen ignored them.

“You need to respond!” Tony bit his lip.

“It’s Hungarian, I don’t know that language!” Stressed Yinsen.

He stuttered a word and the latch unclicked. 

The door opened and the bomb wired to it exploded, setting the plan into motion. The guards on the other side were blown back against the wall of the cave.

“We are out of time,” Yinsen looked up.

He turned and gripped Tony on the shoulders.

“I’m going to go buy you some time.”

“That wasn’t the plan!” Tony yelled after him.

Yinsen ran picking up one of the guards' guns and fired off warning shots.

Tony could do nothing but wait for the suit to finish powering up. 

It was at 80%, then 85%.

He hoped he wasn’t too late.

100%.

The fully suited Iron Man dropped from the rack and lumbered out of the cave.

Turning the corner, he saw several guards and the shot body of Yinsen.

“Yinsen!” Iron Man screamed.

The guards fired and the bullets deflected off of the suit striking them back and killing them.

Iron Man waddled his way over to the guards and smacked one across the face.

Another shot him in the back of the head, but the bullet ricocheted off of the helmet sending the guard to the ground.

The last guard attempted to escape but was backed into a corner by Iron Man.

He screamed and Iron Man punched him into the wall breaking his nose and sending him into the ground. 

Iron Man lifted his mask becoming Tony again, and he made his way over to Yinsen.

“Come on Yinsen we got to get out of here, you got to go see your family.”

“This was always the plan. My family is dead; I am going to see them now.”

Tony’s lip quivered and he whispered a goodby to Yinsen.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“Don’t waste it Stark,” Yinsen smiled.

Tony watched as Yinsen closed his eyes and said no more.

Tony lowered his mask and became Iron Man once again.

He stepped out of the cave and was greeted with several cocked sub machine guns.

Iron Man held his wrists out and flames erupted from them, setting several of the remaining terrorists on fire.  

Iron Man pulled a cord on the suit and the rockets built in ignited. He was in the air flying away from his captivity.

The rockets went out and he fell into the hot sand below him, destroying the suit.

Tony removed the Iron Man helmet from his head and tossed it aside.

He wasn’t sure how long he walked for, he just hoped that someone would find him.

Eventually a helicopter flew above him reading U.S. MILITARY on the side and Tony waved his arms in the air screaming for the helicopter. The helicopter landed and Rhodey stepped out of it.

“Next time you ride with me!” Rhodey hugged him.

Tony was exhausted and slept most of the ride back to America.

- - - - -

He was escorted by Rhodey off of the plane.

Immediately he was wrapped up in a tight hug by Pepper.

“Good to have you back,” Pepper admitted.

“I know,” Tony smiled.

Tony got into the car with Pepper, Happy Hogan, his personal bodyguard and head security sat in the driver’s seat.

“Where to sir?” he asked.

“The hospital,” Pepper began.

“No, I'm calling a press conference but first I want a cheeseburger.”

“A press conference?” Pepper asked.

“Happy drive, cheeseburger first.” Tony commanded.

- - - - -

After stopping in a McDonald's drive-thru, they made their way to Stark industries. The press was gathered waiting for Tony to take the podium along with a face he was glad to see.

Obadiah Stane adjusted his tie and shook his hand.

“Late for your own press conference. because you had to have a cheeseburger?” Obadiah smiled, patting his protege on the back.

“Priorities Obi,” Tony bit a chunk off and took the podium.

“Hello?” he called into the microphone and the room quieted.

“I’m glad you could all join me today,” Tony stared out the glass windows.

“In captivity, I saw not only what happens when you give dangerous men weapons, I saw dangerous people in possession of my own weapons manufactured by this very company.” Tony took another bite of his burger.

“I can not have this happening, it isn’t right.” 

Tony breathed in.

“Which is why effective immediately I’m shutting down all weapon manufacturing outlets until such a time as I can decide what direction this company is moving in.”

The crowd of reporters erupted into a frantic question spewing nightmare.

Obadiah nervously laughing took to the microphone reassuring the crowd.

“Look um, the biggest thing we should take away from this is that Tony is back and healthier than ever!” 

Tony walked off stage followed by the crowd of press.

- - - - -

After the press was shooed away by security, Obadiah confronted Tony about the elephant in the room.

“A weapons company that does not make weapons. Sounds like a recipe for success.” Obadiah sarcastically growled.

“I saw people die at the hands of the very things I built.” 

“Tony we’re ironmongers, it's what we do!”

“You’re the iron monger but I have to be something more.”

In the drama, Tony left, leaving Obadiah wiping the sweat from his balding head.

- - - - -

Back at home, Tony loaded up a hologram of the suit he had designed and used to escape.

“Jarvis you awake?”

“For you sir, always.” The A.I. companion responded.

Tony trashed several parts of the design to reduce the size.

“I need a way to reduce the overall mass to achieve the necessary capabilities of flight sustainability. Do me favor and label this file Mark II.” 

“Shall I store this on the Stark Industries database server?” Asked Jarvis.

“No, I’m just not completely sure who I can trust.” Tony zoomed in on the legs of the suit.

“Private it.”

Countless redo after redo of the design followed that night, including a better made version of the miniaturized arc realtor within his chest. After that he began a final version of the engine powered boots finally having a working design in front of him Tony rubbed his eyes and stared at his masterpiece.

“Print it.”

“As you wish sir,” Jarvis replied and the inner workings of his shop began to turn.

Tony left the station for now, heading back upstairs.

On the sofa, Pepper sat typing away on her computer.

“What are you working on?” Pepper asked.

“Something big,” Tony sat down next to her. In that moment he noticed how much of a beauty she was, but brushed the thoughts away.

“They are saying things about you, that you have gone crazy.”

“Let them.”

“Obadiah is going to meet with the board in New York trying to work something out.”

“I just hope he doesn’t do anything I would or would not do.”

“That’s not a lot of options,” Pepper smirked.

For the first time that night her eyes caught his and Tony felt a connection in his chest to her. She turned red and went back to typing away on her laptop.

“It leaves only the good options,” Tony smiled and poked her in the side causing Pepper to jump.

“Don’t,” she scolded, and Tony backed off.

“Sir, the project has finished printing,” Jarvis interrupted.

“Sounds like greatness,” Tony commented, standing and heading back to the shop.

He retrieved the boots from the printing rack and set them on the desk.

“Completely powered using the Arc reactor, they should be able to make flight possible.” Jarvis remarked providing a full in depth look at the boots mechanical structure. 

Tony drilled the boots on and used a temporary cord to connect them to the arc reactor.

“Alright this is flight test 1 initiating now.” Tony ignited the boots using makeshift triggers and the blast was so powerful it knocked him into the wall.

“Noted,” Tony said through the pain.

Tony then spent the next 2 hours designing adjustable handheld flight stabilizers in the form of gloves.

They printed and Tony added them to the suit.

“Flight test number two and hopefully this one isn’t as painful.” Tony let the thrusters ignite and he began to slowly lift off of the ground.

“It works!” Tony yelled and dropped back down onto the ground.

After that the rest of the suit was easier, a smaller design of the Mark I suit using Nitinol as the main base for the suit.

Through several cups of coffee and painstaking hours staring at his computer screen he finished the design for Mark II.

Fairly soon afterwards, the suit was finished.

Tony had to individually assemble and put on every part of the suit, and finished picking up the silver mask and clipping it into place.

“Run diagnostics and calibrations,” Iron Man told Jarvis.

The suit’s motors whirred and the mechanics ticked and clicked.

“Everything seems to be running and working correctly.” 

“Good, then prepare for the flight test.”

“Sir might I suggest some time to run calculations.” 

“No you may not, sometimes you need to run before you can walk.” 

Iron Man engaged the thrusters and blasted through his garage out into the sky.

He screamed with a mix of fear and awe seeing the world below him.

“Jarvis, it's time to go up!” Iron Man yelled and began to ascend higher and higher into the sky.

“Sir the suit can not handle the atmospheric temperature changes and the suit is beginning to freeze!” 

The suit was indeed beginning to freeze up and soon all Tony saw from within the suit was darkness. The thrusters began to flicker and then go out.

Tony’s screams of joy turned into screams of terror as he fell to the ground below him. 

“Deploy flaps Jarvis!” Tony yelled, but Jarvis didn’t answer.

He reached to the leg of the suit and turned the dial and the flaps deployed manually, expelling the ice from the suit.

The H.U.D. came back on and everything rebooted.

“Thrusters back online sir,” Jarvis finally said.

Iron Man ignited the thrusters and flew upwards just before hitting the ground.

He cheered flying back to his house.

Iron Man aimed to land on the roof, hovering just above.

“Alright that’s good, kill power Jarvis.”

The thrusters stopped and he fell through his roof onto the floor of his garage.

The fall broke the suit apart and one of Tony’s cars.

Tony sighed but didn’t let it get him down. He got back up and made his way to his desk sitting down. 

Maybe it was time he took a break.

- - - - -

Tony iced his aching head and sat on his couch turning on the television.

“I’m here at the annual charity event dinner where no one here expects an appearance from Tony Stark, our sources claim he has been bedridden for weeks since the press conference on his return.”

“Jarvis, do we have an invite to that?” Asked Tony.

“I have no record of an invitation,” Jarvis replied.

“Start a new project, label it Mark III,” Tony took a look at the car he had landed on. A nice red and yellow painted car.

“Give it some hot rod red and yellow.”

“Will do sir,”

Tony grabbed the keys to the silver sports car parked next to the one that had been destroyed. 

“Don’t wait up for me,” he called, climbing into the car and zooming out of his garage.

- - - - -

Tony pulled into the event and threw his keys to one of the valet workers.

Upon seeing him, the press crowd swarmed around Tony smothering him with questions he had no desire to answer.

“Tony!” Obadiah called, waving the press off and escorting him up the steps.

“I thought you were laying low?” 

“Wasn’t really my style.” 

“Well can you try not to cause that much chaos; I finally have the board where I want them.”

Tony nodded and went inside.

 A crowd suffocated the floor, dancing and enjoying the evening.

Tony paid them no mind and made his way over to the bar.

The Bartender asked him if he wanted anything, and Tony shook his head.

“Excuse me Mr. Stark?” A reporter approached him.

Tony turned annoyed.

“Any comment on the movement of The Ten Rings today?”

“Number one how the hell did you get in here, two what do you mean the movement of The Ten Rings?”

“These were taken earlier today,” she pulled up photos on her phone.

Tony’s eyes narrowed, they had his guns again and weapons again.

“I didn’t know that this happened.”

“It seems you have a problem that needs fixing then.” 

Tony stepped outside and found Obadiah in the crowd.

“Why would a shipment of weapons be released without my knowledge, if we are dealing under the table, I need to know about it.”

Obadiah waved to the crowd and took Tony by the shoulder.

“The board felt it was in the company's best interest.”

“Who suggested it?”

“Me.” Obadiah walked off, leaving Tony standing speechless in front of a crowd of screaming reporters.

- - - - -

“Villages continue to be attacked by the terrorist group known as The Ten Rings with no sign of the military intervening any time soon.” The news report sent a bulging fury of rage in the form of a bursting vein showing in Tony’s forehead. He fastened the last bolt of the Mark III arm.

Tony stood up and aimed the repulsor.

The repulsor fired and Tony was launched backward. But yet still Tony stood up.

He fired several shots at his glass windows, making sure to keep one foot behind him.

Not a single shot missed.

Tony let the suit assemble itself onto him. The mechanism featured several robotic arms that were coded to apply and screw in the bolts assembling the suit to Tony.

The helmet lowered onto his head and once again, Tony became Iron Man.

He could feel the breeze pressing against the suit, halfway across the world in a matter of minutes. Iron Man began his descent towards the ground landing in the middle of the group's siege of a village.

Several of the soldiers were screaming and began to fire the guns at Iron Man.

The bullets deflected off of his suit until eventually the soldiers stopped firing.

“My turn.” Iron Man uttered.

He held up his repulsors and fired, knocking back the terrorists onto the ground. 

Iron Man turned around and fired at the group behind him.

He turned again and was about to fire but the villagers were being held at gunpoint.

Instead, projectiles clicked open and fired from his shoulder holsters knocking back the soldiers before they could fire on the hostages.

Iron Man turned and took off before saying a word.

The sounds of giggling erupting from the shop below the house. Pepper Potts made her way down to investigate. Upon entering the shop, she found Tony lifted up by robotic arms in a red and yellow metal suit.

“Careful, that's a ticklish spot!” Tony smiled as the arm poked his side, taking off pieces of the suit.

“Oh my god,” uttered Pepper.

Tony turned his head and stared in silence.

“Let’s face it this is not the weirdest thing you have caught me doing.” 

- - - - -

Obadiah shut the door to his car and buttoned his suit. The soldiers followed him up until the tent where they stayed outside. 

“Welcome,” Raza shook the hand of Obadiah and pointed to the burn on his face.

“Compliments of Tony Stark.”

“Well if you had killed him when you were supposed to we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Raza licked his lips and looked away.

“They tell me you found it?”

“Laying scattered across the desert.” Raza answered.

“I appreciate your contribution to the company.”

“You know I can’t give you the remnants of the suit without proper payment.”

Obadiah sighed and took the ear plugs out of his pocket.

“My boss would never all-” Raza was cut off by a high pitched whirring in his ears and erupted into laughter.

“I know that I have had about enough of you and your boss so if The Mandarin wants something tell him he can come take it himself.” Obadiah stopped the whirring of the device while Raza continued to laugh.

“Don’t worry.” Obadiah put the ear plugs back into his pocket.

“It’s not permanent.”

 Obadiah left the tent.

“Pack up the suit and execute any witnesses.”

Obadiah’s guards then did as they were told.

“Rhodey, can you come by?” Tony said into the phone.

“If you pay for the plane then yeah,” laughed Rhodey on the other end of the line.

“See you in a couple hours friend,” Tony hung up but was immediately greeted with a whirring in his ear making every inch of his skin crawl.

A tickle all over.

Tony burst into laughter.

“You remember this?” Obadiah hung over him like a dark cloud.

Through the tears and his laughs Obadiah spoke in a cold tone and held up a device.

“You think you are in charge; you aren’t in charge.” Obadiah hooked the device to Tony’s chest and removed his arc reactor.

“You’re just a pawn,” Obadiah stared at the arc reactor in his grip and Tony’s laughs turned into breathless gasps.

Obadiah turned and walked out leaving Tony in a fit of gasping.

He didn’t know how long it was, minutes and hours.

His savior came in the form of Rhodey. 

“Tony? Tony!” Rhodey ran to his side.

Tony pointed to his old arc reactor, Rhodey grabbed it, smashed it on the ground and handed it to Tony who hooked it into his chest.

Tony gasped in and put his head down.

“Obadiah has gone off the deep end,” Tony stood.

“What are we going to do?”

“Stop the Iron Monger, you will call a team to arrest him once I can stop his suit.”

“What does that mean?” Rhodey asked.

Tony made his way over to the pedestal and stepped up onto it.

Robotic arms holding pieces of the suit lowered and began to assemble on Tony. More arms lowered and drilled the armor into place.

Finally the helmet lowered onto his head.

“That has to be the coolest thing I have ever seen,” marveled Rhodey.

“Pretty sweet huh?” The visor flipped onto Tony’s face and clanked into place.

Iron Man stepped off of the pedestal and took off out of the garage.

Obadiah stepped up to the suit assembled by his team, unfortunately for him they could not assemble the arc reactor to fit within the suit. So Obadiah took it from Tony.

The suit opened up and allowed for him to climb inside, shutting around him and powering on.

The Iron Monger began to make his way for the world.

Iron Man landed at the front of Stark Industries.

A rumble from within the ground began to stir and up from it crackled the enormous beast of a suit.

“The Iron Man,” Iron Monger croaked from within the suit.

“Obadiah power it down!” Yelled Iron Man.

“No can do Tony, now I’m something greater than before, when I make Iron Man look like a novelty toy I’m going to mass produce suits for countries, and the earth will enter a new age of war.”

“No can do Iron Monger.” Iron Man held up his repulsors.

“You’re in my way,” Iron Monger lumbered his way towards him and Iron Man fired.

The blast knocked the Iron Monger back a few feet. He kneeled to slow the momentum and then stood charging for Iron Man.

Iron Man took off into the air.

The Iron Monger’s own engines ignited like a rocket lifting off and began to fly after Iron Man.

“He can fly,” Sighed Iron Man.

Iron Monger grabbed onto his ankle and cackled a metallic laugh.

“It’s no use, my suit is better in every way!” 

They climbed higher and higher into the sky.

“How’d you solve the icing problem?” 

“Icing Problem?”

The Iron Monger suit began to freeze, becoming covered with ice. The engine boots crackled out and Iron Monger began to fall towards the ground.

Iron Man hovered in the air.

“Power at 5%,” Jarvis reported.

Iron Man’s own rockets flickered and he began to slowly descend towards the ground.

He made his way down slowly and landed back onto the ground.

The Iron Monger suit had broken into pieces and Obadiah laid there in pain.

Soldiers surrounded him with guns pointed to his head.

Rhodey walked up standing beside Iron Man and smiled.

“The Iron Monger is no more.” Iron Man teased as the soldier hoisted Obadiah up and hooked handcuffs to his wrists.

Tony Stark read the card in his hand and Pepper applied makeup to his black eye.

“You expect them to believe Obadiah was arrested for company fraud alone?” Laughed Tony.

“I didn’t make the alibi Tony,” replied Pepper.

“Oh right, the Strategic homel-”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.” Pepper finished.

“Right,” smiled Tony.

“Ok ok go,” Pepper kissed him and then smiled.

Tony looked down grinning and walked out to the podium facing the press.

He set the card down and nodded to Rhodey beside him.

“I know over the last few weeks I have made some questionable decisions but I promise to bring this company back to its full potential.”

“Excuse me Mr. Stark,” interrupted a woman raising her hand.

Tony set the card down and sighed.

“You expect us to gloss over several eyewitness reports of two men of metal fighting outside Stark Industries, not to mention the fact that those witnesses all have the same report that the two called each other Obadiah and Tony?”

Tony looked to Rhodey who leaned into his ear.

“Stick to the cards,” Rhodey whispered.

Tony picked the card up and read the words in his head.

“I am Iron Man.” 

The crowd of press erupted into yells of questions and frantic yellings.

Written by, @tickle-beans

Edited by, @trrickytickle

Produced by, tickle-beans, trrickytickle

M.F.T.B.U. PRESENTS:

IRON MAN

Tony opened the door to his house and saw a figure looking out his window, he had dark skin and a black trench coat.

“I am Iron Man?” taunted the figure.

He turned and Tony saw that an eye patch covered his eye.

“As if radioactive spiders, shrinking scientists, super soldiers  and oppressed mutants were not enough, now I have a spoiled brat who doesn’t play well with others.”

“What do you want?” Tony asked.

“A team to protect those who can not protect themselves.” 

The man walked towards him.

“You’ve become a part of a bigger universe Mr. Stark, you just haven’t seen it yet.”

[filmnoirfoundation]

FNF prez Eddie Muller responds to film noir fan questions fielded by the Foundation's Director of Communications Anne Hockens. In this episode, we discuss, A WOMAN’S FACE, DECEPTION, CRY VENGEANCE, proto-noirs, the prevalence of the amnesia trope in film noir, and more. We wind with a discussion of film noir posters. Sorry folks, no cats this week.  

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This week’s questions:

When you do Grand Lake intro and outro shoots, what kind of crew do you have or is it self-inflicted? Jay and Connie, Ann Arbor

I have heard you mention several times on your show that were plans to make a film version of Dashiell Hammett's book RED HARVEST. But you also added that this film was never made for various reasons. Does a screenplay of that film exist and can it be purchased? Loren, Chicago

Can you think of an actor/actress with a noir performance that surprised you given the films or TV you had seen them in before? Ryan from Rhode Island

 It seems that many classic noir actors and actresses were able to parlay their fame into popular TV series in the 1950s and '60's.  Do either of you have a favorite TV show in that regard? Joe, Redondo Beach CA

Before film noir became a thing in the 1940s, there were other films that had strong noir elements, either in style or content or both. What are some of the best and/or most influential proto-noirs? Kathleen from Chicago

I just recently saw A WOMAN'S FACE. I thought it was excellent and Ms. Crawford was superb in the role of Anna Holm.  Eddie, would you consider it a film noir and if so, would you consider showing it on NOIR ALLEY? Richard, New York

I just watched DECEPTION (1946) for the first time. What an amazing film with the main performances by Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, but especially from Claude Rains. I wanted to know your thoughts on the film, but especially the ending. For me, it was a total letdown. Marty, Fond du Lac, WI 

What are your favorite noir movies that use amnesia as a major plot device? Why did it become so popular? Ciao, Andy

After reading Sharon Knolle's article "Hard Luck Dogs: How Animals Reveal The Tender Heart of Noir" in Noir City issue 17. One of my favorite dog cameos is a dachshund that wanders into a shot and appears to be begging the camera operator for a snack in CRY VENGEANCE. I was wondering if you might have some insights or thoughts on this fun noir film.  Any info would be greatly appreciated. James in Atlanta

Film noir movie posters are great to look at. All the ones I’ve come across seem to have pulp influences.  What started that? Was it pulp paperbacks or magazines? We’re all noir movie posters of the time (40’s and 50’s) generally the same in this regard or were there any more subtle styles? Eddie: I remember you mentioning that you purchased a bunch of old movie posters. Which turned out to be your favorite? Steve in Exeter New Hampshire

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 2 – WINTERIRON FAVORITES

SERIES: The Silver Age by copperbadge

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 87,354 Tags: 1960s, PTSD, Recovery

Summary: An alternate universe in which Tony Stark was born in 1950 and the Winter Soldier was recovered in 1967, after a failed attempt to assassinate Howard and Maria Stark.

Reasons why I love it: One of my favorite things about this series is Tony's relationship with his parents, which is something I never thought I'd say, since most fics portray them as irredeemable. Tony's characterization in this is also fantastic, and I really love Bucky's emotional development. Plus, the family feels that start to creep in towards the middle make it all even better. I love this series, and I highly encourage you to check it out!

This series consists of:

The Soldier And The Hurricane

Pairing: Bucky & Tony, Howard/Maria Rating: T Words: 18,899 Tags: Canon Divergence, Parent-Child Relationship, Recovery

Summary: When the Winter Soldier fails to kill Howard and Maria Stark and is taken prisoner in the summer of 1967, his salvation comes in the unlikely form of a Russian-speaking, father-disobeying, endlessly-tinkering seventeen-year-old: Tony Stark.

Reasons why I love it: There is so much subtle world building in this. All the references and talk about “modern” science really drive home what time period this is set in. And while I absolutely love Bucky and Tony's budding relationship here, what really stole my heart was – unexpectedly – Howard Stark. He's such a great character in this, and I really love how he's portrayed as a genuinely caring father, even if he can't always show it. This fic is amazing on its own, but it's only the start to this fantastic series, so let's hop over to the next!

The Pretender And The Prince

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Peggy/Angie Rating: E Words: 25,934 Tags: PTSD, Super Soldier Serum, Post-Recovery

Summary: It's the fall of 1967, and Tony Stark is determined to do his father proud as the new head of Stark Robotics. Between his growing relationship with Tony and his new life as a recovering assassin, Bucky's just trying to stay on his feet. Then someone takes a shot at Tony in the middle of a busy workday, and all bets are off...

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, young love! I adore all of the action in this, and I really enjoyed the surprise appearance of someone I didn't expect to see. Angie is beyond lovely, and Howard continues to be one of my favorite characters in this fic, who would've thought. Jarvis and Ana are actual angels, and Bucky and Tony's developing relationship makes me want to swoon. This fic is fantastic, a perfect sequel to the first!

The Captain And The Ghost

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rhodey/Carol Rating: T Words: 26,030 Tags: Arctic Exploration, Cold War, Steve Recovery

Summary: In the summer of 1970, Tony Stark is leading the expedition ship Marvel in search of the body of Steve Rogers. He has good friends with him: ship's captain Carol Danvers, medic Sam Wilson, best friend James Rhodes and boyfriend James Barnes, as well as scientist Vernon van Dyne and his daughter Janet. But they've also been assigned a diplomatic observer from the USSR named Natalia Romanoff, and the barren chill of Greenland is not the only threat dogging their search.

Reasons why I love it: The whole arctic rescue mission is fantastic. Natasha makes for a really interesting character, and it's great to see real life events so seamlessly woven into the story. Also, the brief arc where Bucky completely trounces Tony's insecurities in regard to Steve is great. This fic is amazing, and a wonderful addition to this series.

The Comrade And The Carnie

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Natasha/Sam Rating: G Words: 4,871 Tags: 1970s, Avengers Family, Amusement Parks

Summary: The Stark Family And Adopted Waifs field trip to Coney Island to buy Natasha a hot dog started out with nine people and ended with ten. Well, Clint didn't take up much space and was impressively skilled...

Reasons why I love it: Picking up a stray Clint Barton, because why not? I love Maria's Home for Wayward Orphans, and Natasha continues to be a delight. And I'm so happy she got her promised hot dog. I love this fic, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

The Music Room And The Penthouse

Pairing: Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,802 Tags: 1970s, Broadway, Musicals

Summary: Maria Stark makes a place for her son's many friends; Tony also makes his own place for them.

Reasons why I love it: The way Tony talks about Natasha and how he wants to help her hit me out of nowhere with the feels. I love that we get to see a quiet moment between him and his mom, I feel like I haven't seen that nearly enough in fandom, because it's beautiful. And oh my god, the music scene is so fucking sweet, it's amazing. I love this one!

The Ranger And The Stray

Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 6,330 Tags: Kidnapping, Friends to Lovers, Star Wars References

Summary: Clint Barton was always the kid brother in the background, until one day he definitely was not.

Reasons why I love it: Fuck yeah, Shieldhusbands are in! Clint's crush on Coulson – and Coulson't crush on Clint later on – is so fucking cute. They deserve each other, awkward beans that they are. Also, the line “as surrogate little brothers went, Clint made a pretty good Stark” made me aww out loud. Plus, canon crashing in is always fun. I love it.

The Brother And The Mother

Pairing: Clint/Coulson Rating: T Words: 3,488 Tags: 1970s, Family, Blackmail

Summary: Clint's brother shows up, and Clint disappears.

Reasons why I love it: I'm so happy that we get more Shieldhusbands after the last one. In unrelated news, Maria Stark is a fucking boss ass queen, and I love her. The whole Clint Barton defense squad is fucking adorable, and I love how they literally treat each other as family. This is such a great ending to this series, and I enjoyed every word of it. Please go and check it out for yourself if you haven't, because the whole thing's amazing!

[polizwrites]

Braking Their Fall

This is a fill for today's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF212 Gotta Go Fast] along with my @allcapsbingo Pararescue Sam Wilson square. It's a remix of my Stony No Powers AU in-progress fic Falling for You and contains spoilers for Chapter Two (coming this weekend) - so read at your own risk!

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Sam Wilson & James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes (background Steve Rogers/Tony Stark) Rating: Teen Tags: No Powers AU, Skydiving, Peril, Remix

“Shouldn’t Steve and Tony’s drogue have deployed by now?” Jim shouted over his shoulder as they cleared the plane. Sam had been a little iffy about having another airman as a tandem skydive client - the phrase ‘knows enough to be dangerous’ came to mind - but Jim Rhodes had been great so far, paying attention during the briefing and listening to Sam’s instructions as they buckled themselves together and headed out the door.

“Yeah,” Sam shouted back - his partner and client had jumped first and were almost a minute into their freefall. “He’s probably showing off a little. Trying to impress your friend.”

“I’m sure Tony was impressed the moment he laid eyes on Steve. Probably like to lay a lot more on him, if you know what I mean.”

“He would be totally down for that,” Sam replied, but he was starting to get a little concerned. That drogue was an important element of a tandem jump and it wasn’t like Steve to hot dog this much. Then he spotted the plume of red smoke.

“Shit,” Sam swore.

“I see it too,” Jim replied. “They’re in trouble, aren’t they?”

“Looks like it – you up for a real dive?”

“Just tell me what I gotta do.” Jim was immediately all business; anticipating Sam’s instructions by pulling his arms back into his body and straightening out his legs. Sam in turn jettisoned their drogue and shifted them into a head-down position so they could pick up speed.

Years of pararescue experience had honed Sam’s reflexes, and he and Steve had practiced this kind of maneuver before, but never when they were both tandeming. While Jim’s extra weight should overcome the additional air resistance during their dive, it was still going to be a real close thing as to whether they could catch up to Steve and Tony in time.

As they approached their fellow skydivers, Sam strained his eyes to see what had gone wrong. It looked like the release cord had separated from the handle and was flapping just out of Steve’s reach. Jim was doing an amazing job of holding still and letting Sam control the dive; clearly he understood the gravity of the situation.

Sam steered them as close as he dared; it was going to take perfect timing to grab the cord and then pull it hard enough to release the chute without sending Steve and Tony tumbling out of control.

“I got you!” Sam shouted, darting out his hand at the last second to yank on the cord. They shot by, Sam leaning hard to one side to clear their airspace, then looking back to see Steve’s chute filling with air.

“Did it work?” Jim craned his neck around to try to spot their companions.

“Hell yeah it did!” Sam crowed triumphantly. “Hang on - blowing our chute now!”

It was a harder jolt than usual; going from what must’ve been over a hundred and fifty miles an hour to right around twenty. But Jim just let out a grunt. “Are they going to be all right?” he asked a bit breathlessly a moment later

Sam looked again to make sure Steve had control of the chute and was heading toward their drop zone. “Yeah, looks like it. Might be a rough landing for them, though.” He steered their chute back on course. “Speaking of rough - you okay?”

“I’m not used to losing a couple hundred feet in altitude without a plane around me,” Jim replied, “but yeah.” He looked back over at their companions drifting earthwards. “You know, if things work out between them - they’re gonna have a hell of a meet-cute story.”

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Multi Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Additional Tags: Post-Avengers (2012), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), The Avengers Live in Avengers Tower (Marvel), Loki is an Avenger, Loki Lives in Avengers Tower (Marvel), Thanksgiving, post-thanksgiving, Holidays, Personal holidays, Big Sandwich Night, Inspired by Tumblr, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Fluff and Humor, Family Fluff, Avengers Family, Found Family, Happy Ending, One Big Happy Family, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Short & Sweet, Short One Shot, Food, Comfort Food, Comfort, Comfort No Hurt Language: English Published: 2023-08-25 Words: 3,848 Chapters:1/1

Summary:

The Avengers have all moved into the tower, and that includes Loki. Thanksgiving has just past, their first all together, and now Tony gets to introduce his found family to a personal holiday tradition - Big Sandwich Night.

Notes:

The inspiration for this fic comes from this Tumblr post, originally posted by @mousemilf, based on a family tradition of their own that they discussed in that post. It sparked a need in me to write some fluffy 2012 post-NY Battle Avengers all living in the tower with Loki fic. Yes, there is a big sandwich, and yes, I managed to make myself real damned hungry while writing it.

I hope you all enjoy this little out of the blue ficlet full of fluffy, happy, foody goodness.

End Notes:

Please feed me. It's after midnight, and I'm hungry. I'm a gremlin.

Also yes, the Friends references were intentional (unplanned but intentional), and cookies to those who get why I used them.

[carolineworld]

ALL THE BOOKS I’VE READ IN 2022

I’m so late to this but here it is :)

JANUARY:

A Kiss For A Kiss by Helena Hunting 5 ⭐

Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey 2⭐

Ugly Love by Coleen Hoover  2⭐

From Lukov With Love by Mariana Zapata 5⭐

The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise 5⭐

FEBRUARY:

Corrupt by Penelope Douglas 2⭐

Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas 4′5⭐

Hideaway by Penelope Douglas 4⭐

All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata 4⭐

Piso Para Dos (The Flatshare) by Beth O’Leary 4′5⭐

The Intimacy Experiement by Rosie Danan 3′25⭐

Neon Gods by Katee Roberts 5⭐

Addicted To You by Kristina and Becca Ritchie 2⭐

Terms And Conditions by Lauren Asher 5⭐

MARCH:

Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas 3′75⭐

Conclave by Penelope Douglas 3′5⭐

Ricochet by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  4⭐

Addicted For Now by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Hook, Line And Sinker by Tessa Bailey 5⭐

Kiss The Sky by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Hothouse Flower by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Fire Night  by Penelope Douglas 3⭐

Thrive by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  4′75⭐

Addicted After All by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Fuel The Fire by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Long Way Down by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Some Kind Of Perfect by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly 4′75 ⭐

Bound By Honor by Cora Reilly 1′75 ⭐

Bound By Hatred by Cora Reilly 3′75 ⭐

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang 3 ⭐

APRIL:

Todo Lo Que Nunca Fuimos by Alice Kellen 2 ⭐

Mr. Masters by TJ. Swan  3 ⭐

Todo Lo Que Somos Juntos by Alice Kellen 3′5 ⭐

Mr. Spencer by TJ. Swan  3 ⭐

Electric Idol by Katee Roberts 4⭐

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides  4⭐

Marriage For One  by Ella Maise 2⭐

Bound By Temptation by Cora Reilly 4 ⭐

You Deserve Each Other by Sarah Hogle  4 ⭐

Bound By Love by Cora Reilly 3⭐

Bound By Blood by Cora Reilly 3⭐

Twisted Emotions  by Cora Reilly 4⭐

Twisted Pride by Cora Reilly 4⭐

Twisted Bonds by Cora Reilly 5⭐

Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma 3 ⭐

MAY:

Archer’s Voice by Mia Sheridan  5⭐

Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan 4 ⭐

Whatever It Takes by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

Wherever You Are by Kristina and Becca Ritchie  5⭐

JUNE:

Faking With Benefits by Lily Gold  5⭐

Marfil by Mercedes Ron 2 ⭐

One Percent Of You by Michelle Gross  5⭐

My Killer Vacation by Tessa Bailey 4⭐

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry 4 ⭐

A Million Kisses In Your Timeline by Monica Murphy 4 ⭐

Meet Me Halfway by Lilian T. James  5⭐

JULY:

Mr. Wrong Number by Lynn Painter 3 ⭐

Puck Shy by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Blind Pass by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

One-Timer by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Texting Titan by Kaci Rose  3 ⭐

The Favor by Suzanne Wright 3 ⭐ 

Royally Screwed by Emma Chase 4 ⭐

Royally Endowed by Emma Chase 5 ⭐

Royally Matched by Emma Chase 5⭐

Sin Bin by Teagan Hunter 5 ⭐

Ignite by Melanie Harlow 3 ⭐

AUGUST:

Blind Side by Kandi Steiner 5 ⭐

Flawless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐

Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score 5 ⭐

Praise by Sara Cate 3⭐

Eyes On Me by Sara Cate 4⭐

Give Me More by Sara Cate 5⭐

Mercy by Sara Cate 3⭐

SEPTEMBER:

Beach Read by Emily Henry 5⭐

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace  5⭐

The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐

The Hawthrone Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 4 ⭐

The Final Gambit by Jennifer Lynn Barnes 3 ⭐

Nanny For The Neighbors by Lily Gold 4 ⭐

Mile High by Liz Tomforde 5 ⭐

OCTOBER: 

Sunny Disposition by Deanna Grey 3 ⭐

I Dare You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐

I Bet You by Isla Madden-Mills 4 ⭐

I Hate You by Isla Madden-Mills 3 ⭐

I Promise You by Isla Madden-Mills 5⭐

Brutal Prince by Sophie Lark 4 ⭐

Scoring Chance by Teagan Hunter 5⭐

Heartless by Elsie Silver 5 ⭐

Out Of The Gate by Elsie Silver 3 ⭐

Stolen Heir by Sophie Lark 3⭐

Savage Lover by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Bloody Heart by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Broken Vow by Sophie Lark 5⭐

Heavy Crown by Sophie Lark 2⭐

NOVEMBER:

A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson 5 ⭐

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson 4⭐

 As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson 3⭐

DECEMBER:

Happenstance by Tessa Bailey 3 ⭐

Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke 2 ⭐

Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison 4 ⭐

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1500 words written today -- on the downswing of the chapter and it’s possible I’ll finish tomorrow, though the way my Sundays go, probably not.

Snippet from Of Home Near chapter 4.

“You went through my sketchbook?” Steve demanded.

“What part of ‘suspected of being a double agent’ don’t you understand?” she said.  She tapped a finger against the page.  “Identify these people, please.”

It was one of the pages of faces and busts he had drawn.  Steve shot her a betrayed look, then leaned over it and said, “Clint Barton, James Rhodes, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff –” as Peggy’s finger moved from one sketch to another.  “Thor, Nat, King T’Challa, Bucky Barnes –”

He hesitated, shut his eyes briefly, and said, “Tony Stark –”

Peggy’s head shot up. “Stark?”

Steve shook his head, but it was in frustration, not denial.  “He’s Howard’s son.  And he hates me, for the record; I haven’t seen him in two years since we…tried to kill each other.”

Peggy’s eyebrows were still raised towards her hairline.  It wasn’t an enormous surprise to hear that Howard had a child, given his general tomcat ways, but it was still something of a shock.  Not to mention – “Tried to kill each other?”

Steve’s jaw tightened. “It’s a long story.”

“Shorten it,” Morita suggested.

He shook his head again, but said, “Tony and I were – friends, I guess, before; we worked together. He’s got a suit…that’s not important.”

Peggy guessed that meant something other than the product of a Savile Row tailor’s shop, but didn’t interrupt him.

“I found out something about how Howard and Maria – Howard’s wife, Tony’s mom –”

“Howard got married?” Peggy interrupted.  “To a woman?”