#Protective!Tony

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Protective Tony Stark Masterlist

A Dance for You (ao3) - MandalorianDragonTrainer pepper/tony G, 553

Summary: Sometimes it's rough when your girl's CEO.

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Close Enough (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Tony was just a beta. What did he know?

Which was funny in its own way because what Tony knew was Steve.

Don't You Forget About Me (ao3) - FerretShark pepper/tony G, 13k

Summary: “Just throw it one more time.” Sam calls again to Steve. Falcon is hovering up near the ceiling. “One more time, man!”

Steve throws it, but’s too high and a little too fast, clipping Falcon’s wing and ricocheting back. Towards Tony and Rhodes.

“Tony!” Peter screams, throwing a web that catches the edge of the disc, but it’s already too late. His web stretches, elastic against the force of the moving shield.

Elevator Freeway (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 1k

Summary: Delirious and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, Peter struggles to describe his location to a very worried Tony.

From The Ashes, We Rise Like The Phoenix (ao3) - SpiderWidowFam88 T, 110k

Summary: *Tony Dusted instead of Peter*

Peter spent three weeks on that ship, the only thing he has to occupy him is the really old music, paper football, and the ever expanding expanse of space. Peter is pretty sure he’s gonna die up there before they even get close to Earth. So with his final moments he records his final words and goes to sleep, even though he knows he might never open his eyes again.

Carol Danvers shows up 30 minutes later…

Fuhgeddaboudit (ao3) - SpideyFics T, 8k

Summary: A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

Peter’s Field Trip To Stark Tower (ao3) - ScxrletWidowXx G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker’s class is going on a school trip! Can you guess where?

— Basically, the Avengers are embarrassing Peter and being overprotective because of Flash.

Pieces of Echoes (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony, happy/pepper T, 334k

Summary: When weapons designer and SHIELD consultant Tony Stark and his son are kidnapped following a routine weapons demonstration, newly defrosted World War II hero Steve Rogers is sent to find them.

But what begins as just another mission, a way for Captain America to reintegrate back into society, quickly warps into something more as betrayals are discovered, harsh, long-buried truths are finally brought to light, and Tony and Steve come to realise that their biggest allies are each other.

Protective Tendencies (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 2k

Summary: When Ross came to collect the Hulk, both Bruce and the other guy didn't expect the genius that was Tony Stark to protect him. What Ross didn't count on was how protective the 2 scientists were of each other. Post-movie. Bruce is living with Tony.

Public Displays of Affection (ao3) - navaan steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: It's not a good day when AIM and Hydra come for them at the same time... Things get away from them in the heat of the moment.

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez G, 36k

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

Safe (ao3) - Zorro_sci bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bruce Banner can't explain it, but from almost the moment he meets Tony Stark he wants to keep him safe, and Tony feels the same way about him.

Shock Therapy (ao3) - S0lstice T, 9k

Summary: When the boy became aware, he was already sitting up and awake. He was assaulted by sound, by taste, by colors and people and movement - too loud, too much. He jerked back from the painful onslaught and tried to grab his head, but his hands were tied down to the arms of the metal chair he was sitting in.

Special Agent Lemming (ao3) - taylor_tut G, 1k

Summary: A birthday request from my tumblr: Clint gets drugged on a mission and ditches medical anyway. When he collapses in front of Tony, panic ensues.

Stuck With You (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 1k

Summary: Clint is protective of Tony with good reason after Hammer, when Hawkeye gets in trouble will Ironman come to the rescue?

[stxar-pvnk]

I generally want Peter to one day be on a mission with the other avengers,

He's met them, just an awkward introduction.

Anyways it's a hydra base takeover gone wrong.

They shoot down tony, he's struggling to breathe and all he can see and watch his mentee just go fucking crazy.

Tony's on the verge of death and he just hears

"instant kill mode. Karen mute."

In such a voice that even Natasha freezes up watching the 15 year old kid that they have watched eagerly eat pancakes and blabber on about science terms they can hardly understand. But a hit to tonys heart, near his arc reactor and the boy is feral

Terrifying.

You think the winter soldier compares to Peter?

No. The winter soldier handles with precision. Needed killing.

Peter? No. He goes for the kill willingly. Like a red widow spider Peter's handling with aggression.

Blood, cries and everything going everywhere, the instant kill mode falls away and Peters still punching his way through,

His mask torn through, shot in the leg and arm and he's kicking through the doors smashing agents heads in the walls.

[beanghostprincess]

(One Piece 1113 Spoilers)

Something about the characters often portrayed as weak and cowards being the ones to save Robin is inherently beautiful

[meidui]

bad news, i found a new stevetony thing to be emotional about :'(

tony is the only one who's even remotely keeping it together when the avengers are processing natasha's death- that moment was tough on steve to the point where he couldn't make eye contact with anyone and had a hard time getting words out:

tony asks steve so gently if natasha had any family and steve says "yeah, us." thor is in denial that natasha is dead, he can't accept that she's only been gone a minute and they're already treating her like she's never coming back, and he's looking back and forth between both of them, confronting both of them about it:

and tony was originally sitting with steve, facing towards him, but then he gets up so that thor's attention is on him and not steve:

and when thor looks to steve about using the stones to bring natasha back and specifically calls him cap, tony is literally standing in the way between them and not budging an inch, shielding steve and carving out a small space for him where he can just process his heartbreak:

PROTECTIVE TONYYY

[bruciemilf]

One of my biggest pet peeves is the justice league being labelled as " The Avengers of DC" and its like. No? The avengers are law enforcement. The Justice League are volunteers

[marionluth]

Peter & Tony talking about Morgan:

Tony: She has you wrapped around her little finger like ivy on a fence.

Peter : Like you're any better. You bought her a damn pony the minute she asked for it!

Tony:

Peter: And then had an entire lab with vets and biologists experiment on the poor thing to find a way to make it a unicorn-pony, when she wouldn't stop crying for one!"

Tony: The experimentation was one hundred percent humane! That pony is still alive, healthy and happy.

Peter: And looks like a damn rhinoceros!

Tony: It's not like it knows that!

Peter:

Tony: I regret nothing.

Dialogue excerpt from my fic: I owe you 3000

[hero-i-am-not]

Peter: So about the car...

Tony: Yeah! How was driving?

Peter: It was um

Tony: Fun? Exciting?

Peter, tearing up: I got honked at

Tony: Who honked at you?

Peter: huh?

Tony: Who. Was. It.

Peter: I dunno...

Tony: NYC is going down on flames tonight

Peter: Wha-

Tony: JARVIS?

JARVIS: Suit ready, Sir.

Tony: Help yourself to some ice cream, kiddo

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[greyskyflowers]

A idea with a darker approach but...

I'd like to see something about Zoro bringing everyone on the crew a head at some point.

Zoro and Robin have no issue killing. I personally like the idea of them actually enjoying it. I personally feel that every ship and every crew needs a few bloodthirsty people.

Sanji and Franky will do so if absolutely necessary. What qualifies as necessary usually depends on the situation.

Luffy doesn't usually see a point in it, more than willing to beat someone down as many times as it takes for the lesson to sink in, but he has his fair share of blood on his hands.

The other crew members aren't supid, they know all this.

By this point they've all killed someone, on purpose or accident, it's more who stays up with nightmares from it.

Luffy makes them ask for things. Zoro is the same. Asking for someone to die is something you need to be able to give voice to, otherwise you don't want it enough.

He won't go on his own, he needs to hear it, but they've all pulled him aside before and asked, "please." In fear. In hatred. In anguish.

And Zoro hums lowly, and disappears in the shadows.

He still carries the title of hunter and there's a good reason for that.

It never takes him long before he's back, a bloody bag in his hand that drips along the deck but no one says anything. Luffy catches his eye and whatever passes between them stays between them.

He drops it at the feet of whoever asked for it, like a cat bringing their human a mouse.

That's it. There's nothing else to say or do. Zoro said he'd handle it, and he did.

Sometimes the only people who even know who's head is in the bag are Zoro and the person who asked. And probably Luffy, because he always seems to know everything Zoro does, and Robin because thinking she doesn't know would be an insult to her.

The bag gets tossed over the side once confirmed by the person who asked for it.

Franky makes a big show of cleaning up the blood with wails about birds shitting on his ship. He drags Usopp into helping and it doesn't usually take much for chaos to break out.

Chopper follows Zoro around until he finally lets the little doctor causally look him over for anything that may need attention.

Robin smiles at him behind a tea cup and Sanji calls him something insulting as he walks by but a bottle of sake and a snack always find their way over.

Luffy clings to him, as long as he's not hurt, and they speak to each other the way only they do, without words.

Nami quietly drops his debt down a little in her head and Brook plays something soothing.

~

The day will come when Zoro asks them. Not a single one of them will worry about blood on their hands.

~

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Am I in love with the idea of morally grey strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone is low-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

Do I think everyone should be high-key terrified of the strawhats? Yes

[magnoliasandarson]

*Holding a character who was abused as a child and was never given the chance to recover from their trauma and still manages to be a hero* This is my sweet child! I will kill anyone who touches them! I will take no criticism!

[hesallin]

tony: look. i know from the outside it seems like i have everything together-

steve: it does not

steve, worried: do you actually think that

[inthemomentth0ughts]

Does anyone ever read fan fiction about a platonic relationship, specifically about one of your favorite characters being a brother figure?

Is it just because you’d want to have them as a brother?

Or is it because you don’t have a brother or just not one you is like the ones you can read about.

In most of them I see him as a protector, he’s comforting you in the dead of night and by your side the second you need help.

Maybe he’s a superhero choosing to save you before anyone.

Maybe he’s a usually harsh, grumpy man but only to everyone but you, his precious sibling.

Disclaimer: You don’t have to agree or even feel the same way. I hope it helps some people put their feelings into words but it’s personal to everyone and not always a universal experience. This is just personal thoughts and in no way blaming anyone.

[negasonic9403]

I really need a fic where Tony gets hurt on a mission so Peter turns his comms off and activates instant kill mode

[ironspidersblog]

Alternate universe where Tony didn’t tell the world he’s iron man and it’s the classic fake dating Tony pretends Ironmans his bodyguard/boyfriend and Tony shows up in the tower all beat up and the teams ready to jump their token man in a can bc how he let the one guys he’s supposed to protect get hurt like that and then it goes all protective avengers

Clint: oh my god Tony are you okay???

Natasha: I thought Ironman was supposed to protect you…

Bruce, starting to turn green: he is protecting you, right?

Steve: I’m calling a team meeting

Thor, about to punt that tin can:

Tony: so uh um guys something to tell you

[twilight-zoned-out]

Do you ever think about how lonely Steve must have felt during the first Avengers film? He’s only 27, but everyone treats him like his technical age of 94. He’s in an environment that should feel familiar to him but instead feels completely different. He’s trying to get his head around 70 years worth of missed history on top of readjusting to civilian life. And then he’s pushed into a dysfunctional group, and he has to take charge, because if he doesn’t take charge then everyone is going to die.

[steve-language-rogers]

Should Have Known Better

A pool day with the Avengers causes Steve to figure out your secret. Hurt/comfort. Steve Rogers x f!reader. Steve being so sweet and protective and perfect. Set sometime when all the Avengers (including Bucky) are happy and living in the tower together. Reader is also an Avenger. Oneshot. 3.6k.

Tw: Reader is being abused by an unspecified male someone close to her. Dissociation. Bruises. Anxiety. Please take care of yourself if this content may trigger you.

A/N: This is my first fic and has been in my notes a LONG time. Wrote it for myself when I was going through something tough and figured there might be others who could use a lil fictional man comfort.

18+ only. Minors DNI. I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, put on other platforms, or stolen.

GIF by @buckyscombatboots

You should have known better.

Some snide remark you make with a mischievous look at Tony about being a little rusty after his bad dive into the water would come back to bite you in the ass. He's the king of snide remarks, and no insults, no matter how playful, go unpunished. Most of the time, you took his teasing as a sign that he liked you. Today, the consequences of his taunting were much more than you bargained for.

August in Manhattan was scorching, so the team was lounging at the Tower's rooftop pool for a rare day of relaxation. You used to love swimming, but you chose to stay dry in your coverup for a reason–a good reason.

However, Tony could never have known this. A few drinks later and, "You know what makes iron rust faster, Y/N, water!" The next thing you knew you were pushed from the edge of the pool straight into the water.

Gasps of disbelief and giggles filled the air from the team, alongside a lightly chastising, "Tony!" from Steve. When you got your head back to the surface, you shrieked at him with indignation, a smiling tugging on your lips as you pulled yourself back onto the edge. Thankfully, it had all happened too fast and the water made too much of a splash for them to have seen your skin when you went under.

"You'll pay for that when you're least expecting it, Stark," you warned, stamping your soaked feet inside.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Natasha., smiling You paused in the doorway.

"To dry off..." you say with a laugh, said as if it was obvious.

"Why don't you just take your coverup off and dry off in your bathing suit out here?" Bucky offered.

"Uhh...I don't want to get sunburned," you explained lamely.

"Sugar, there's an umbrella five feet away from you," said Sam.

"C'mon, no one's gonna judge you if your six pack isn't a defined as Thor's." Tony joked. Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Bruce, who shook his head in exasperation.

"Guys, just let her go," Steve defended.

Your response rushes out of your mouth and you shift your weight from foot to foot, "I'd really rather just dry this off inside quickly. I'll be right back." You turn and continue into the room, and turn to close the door after you, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Right behind you!" he called out, "I just have to grab something quickly," he smiled.

You held the door open for him and gazed up at his sweet expression, hoping he couldn't see how your eyes sparkle for him. "You didn't have run, Steve. I would've waited for you."

"Well," he tilts his head shyly, "I know, but I didn't want to hold you up," he says. "I know you didn't want to get wet today and I'm sure you're uncomfortable." Ugh, why did he always have to be so conscientious?

"Plus," he whispers, leaning close to your ear, "you're dripping all over Tony's expensive hardwood." He meets your eyes with a teasing gaze and nudges your elbow before heading down the hall.

You walk as quickly as you can to the closest bathroom, trying your best not to drip all over the place. Since you're wearing a bathing suit under your coverup, you don't bother to close the door as you strip off the garment and start drying it with a hair dryer.

You should have known better.

The loud whir of the dryer prevents you from hearing Steve's footsteps as he returns. "Y/N?" he calls. You don't notice him approaching until he right on the other side of the doorway. "You can wear this if you wan–what the fuck?"

Shit! You slam the bathroom door shut but it's too late. You know he's already seen the purple and yellow bruises covering most of your ribcage and abdomen.

In typical protective Cap fashion, the door instantly yanks back open as he storms in. Does Steve respect his teammates privacy more than any of the other Avengers? Yes. But his concern for their safety always takes precedence over privacy.

His eyes are wide, his brows are furrowed, and his mouth is hanging open. His whole body is tensed and you can see that Cap quickly replaced easygoing Steve the moment he caught sight of you.

"What the fuck happened to you, Y/N? Why are you covered in bruises like you've been beaten to shit?!" You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him. He's sounds mad. In a different situation, you'd have the wherewithal to know that he's just scared for you.

After recognizing your fear, he takes a deep breath to calm himself and softens his voice. His eyes are trained on you, desperately searching for a hint as to what's going on. Stepping closer to you and placing his hand gently on your arm, he asks again, "Y/N, what happened to cause all of these bruises?" His anger has dissipated from his words, but the question hold just as much authority as anytime Cap speaks.

"Steve, please" you whimper, trying to back away from the intensity of his gaze. "Please don't worry about it, it's nothing," you beg. You're staring at the marble counter, the tiled wall, even the damn wet coverup that started all of this as you attempt to avoid his gaze.

It's completely futile, as always when Steve is concerned about you and won't relent. "Y/N," he holds your jaw lightly, forcing you to face him, "I need you to tell me how you got those bruises."

The statement is final. You know he knows that they're not from a mission (he reads every report to make sure no one has gotten injured) and that he's not going to believe they're from some clumsy accident (he's had too many bruises himself and can tell what kind of marks a targeted attack leaves).

You can't tell him the truth. You close your eyes again to avoid his gaze, "It's fine Steve, they're almost healed," you say to try to deflect the question. He still doesn't let up.

"Y/N, did someone do this to you?" he asks, already half-sure of the answer. Your silence confirms his suspicions. He lowers his voice as soft as it can go, knowing what the next question will do to you. "Did someone close to you do this to you?" he asks.

Your eyes pop open involuntarily. You feel trapped and screwed because he knows–how did he know?

The instant he sees terror in your gaze, his heart breaks for you. How could he not have known? You're frozen in shock, reactionless. He moves his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair and bringing your face into his chest. His other arm wraps around your back, soothingly rubbing circles on it as he hugs you into him. "Oh, Y/N..." is all he can say for a moment, his voice wavering with the pain he feels for you and the guilt he feels for not seeing the signs sooner.

Tears stream down your cheeks but your face is frozen still in worry. You couldn't break down sobbing now to save your life if you needed to. It felt like your emotions just shut off completely. All you could do was hyperfocus on what you needed to do to keep yourself safe in that moment. Which was ridiculous, considering you were with Steve who had never, ever hurt you before. For some reason, danger still felt imminent.

Steve pulled back, cradling your face in his hands, brows furrowed with worry and eyes the slightest bit glossy. "You're safe now sweetheart. We're gonna keep you safe. I'm gonna keep you safe."

You nod because your brain tells you it's the right response. You're not sure if you're actually hearing anything he's saying. You register the feeling of his thumb, swiping across your cheek. He must see the glazed over look on your face. You think he calls your name a couple times and the next few minutes are blurry. You're breathing, breathing deeply and slowly with him. He's guiding you back to yourself.

You blink a couple of times as your awareness sharpens back into focus. "With me again sweetheart?" Steve asks, thumb still caressing your cheek. It's bad, he knows that. You need to see a professional right away, but he needs you conscious and present in your body first. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that this has happened to you. I'm never going to let it happen again. But right now, we really need to get you to a doctor."

You're shaking your head violently halfway through his sentence. "No, no I don't need a doctor," you say instinctively.

"Sweetheart, I've seen bruises like this before and we need to make sure that nothing is broken," he says. "I can call in Bruce, or Helen, if you'd like. No one else on the team has to know if you don't want them to. But we need to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" you ask, confused. "He's going to know, he always says I can't go to a doctor or the hospital, that they won't even treat me because nothing is wrong and he'll be so mad if I do it, I promised not to." The look in your eyes is wild, but you're speaking in sentences again and Steve takes this as a good sign. What you're saying is an entirely different story. But if he wants to help you, he can only take it one step at a time.

"He's never going to find out, I promise. Okay? You're not even going to leave the building, just downstairs in the medbay. No paperwork, no records, nothing. I'll stay with you if you want." You don't look convinced. "I promise he'll never know, alright? Do you trust me when I say that?" he asks, hoping to appeal to your rational side.

"Steve, I–I... he always finds out everything I try to keep from him. Why would this time be any different?" you're desperate and terrified, and Steve wants to rip that guy's throat out for everything he's done to make you like this.

"Sweetheart, because this time you have a team of superheroes and spies who are behind you," Steve says with a small smile.

This is what gets through to you. Your gaze flickers between his eyes, and your brows are still taught with fear. Slowly, however, you nod your head and say, "Okay Steve."

Relief floods his face as he pulls you back in for a gentle hug. "It's gonna be alright," he promises. You want to believe him so badly.

Thank you for reading! Comments & reblogs are always appreciated. If I can help anyone feel comforted by this, I'll have done my job<3