#hate the Ironman suit thing too

[bambeebirdie]

Watched rise of the beasts and genuinely when Mirage sacrificed himself for Noah I thought it was going to be fine because like he put something important (like his spark or something) in the hand gun Noah had on. So even he died he wouldn’t actually die die because his spark wasn’t there. But no, we got weird Ironman suit instead.

That’s like the one part of the movie that really got under my skin. I hate it when humans get transformer power ups. Now if Noah just had like a big gun on the back of Bee, I’d be all for him having a TF weapon and killing bots, but he didn’t. He got a weird suit and I think that’s weird. I just really cannot stand when humans get transformer powers.

[bestieriker]

you know when you like something like a tv show or movie and you aren’t really a creator so you go online to see what other people have created for it and maybe they can scratch your itch but you realize that they don’t like it the same way you do?

it’s happened to me so many times. i love people loving the things i love but i wish they loved it the way i do (not saying my way is better or theirs is worse- just different) so i could consume content that would scratch my itch.

this is about a lot of things. see tags if interested. maybe i’m just not looking in the right places!

[copperpipes]

The Reach are not on the planet yet you know what that means?

Beetle in the exosphere!

I. Hate. Nanotech. I hate when its overused and when its potential is boiled down to stuff appearing out of thin air by superhero movies (looking at you Ironman, could have stopped at the briefcase suit smh the su*cide squad 2021 got it a little better). So I'm doing my best to avoid that especially because one of the main things of the beetle is that he makes weapons out of thin air. So I made him lose the bones instead.

The beetle, no matter the host, is very, very heavy for its size. Every ounce of mass that can be compressed, is compressed, to allow the body to hold as much more building materials as possible. Fat is compressed, bone marrow now produces and holds not only red blood cells but also 'blue carbon', the scarab's major building materials. Even some muscle fiber is replaced and looks black-purplish under the skin, especially around the shoulders and general back area.

Everything deemed 'useless' will be destroyed and replaced and or made into blue carbon holding/production areas. Yellow bone marrow can stop being useless and at least Jaime wouldn't need to worry about appendix removal now 👍

Red bone marrow still produces red blood cells, and the scarab is helping with that too, but when the beetle transforms into its battle form the out layer of the bones dissolve and join the exoskeleton, and the marrow stays held in place by everything else to keep producesing blue carbon. It is then led to where it's needed by the blood stream.

Responsible for all that powers the beetle's weapons is the scarab's power source, whatever it is its probably extremely radioactive and so its incased in a layer of scales (see in the second image) which keeps the energy in and protect the host from it, also so it won't get detected.

Jaime doesn't know all that.

And side note while Jaime's size hasn't changed, his beetle form is smaller then he is :]

This is just the beetle's anatomy, i have not talked about the host's connection to the scarab and the original purpose of the scarab by the reach, hell i've just briefly mention the scarab's anatomy, there's still so much...

(I am not finished)

@wazzappp again. I know you would want to see this.

[kandisheek]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week 2024

Cap-IM Sunday: July 28th

Prompt: Rec all your favorite works created for one of the Cap-IronMan challenges!

Finishing this week with a bang, here are some of my favorite fics that came about due to the tireless work that the mods over at Cap-IM do for us every year. Please take the time to browse their collections as well, because the talent in this fandom is out of this world:

-- Never Too Late for Love by Sineala

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one. Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in. And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

-- The Heart of the Temple by CSHfic, VSfic

After an expedition to find an ancient relic goes awry, Tony finds himself magically bound to a Roman soldier who has spent the last two thousand years guarding the temple, and who is now bound to protect him from harm. Stranger things have certainly happened, but Tony is having a hard time coming up with them now.

-- Therapeutic Guidelines by kellifer_fic

"Are you suggesting I get a bunch of bunk beds in here and squeeze us all into one room?" Tony scoffs and the woman just looks at him. "No, wait-"

MORE RECS BELOW THE CUT:

-- A Long, Lonely Time by asktheravens

Steve returned from the war injured in body and mind- and able to see the dead. At loose ends and desperate to get out of New York City, he accepts a fellowship through the Stark Foundation and retreats to a quiet lake house on the grounds of the Stark Mansion. He's supposed to be there to paint, but he quickly realizes that the house is more than he bargained for. Anthony Stark died here a decade ago, but was it an accident? A suicide? Or a murder? Obadiah Stane still lives in the main house just up the hill, and the past casts a long shadow. When Tony's ghost begins appearing to him, Steve becomes more entwined in the dangerous mystery surrounding his death. Even worse, he finds himself falling for a man who died a decade ago... Features lots of ghosts, murder, secrets, and supernatural revenge. Also Thor and Rhodey.

-- Personal Use by dirigibleplumbing

“It’s for. Personal use,” Steve says. Tony deserves a fucking medal for not commenting on that. Fuck, how is he supposed to get anything done after this? Or ever, for that matter. Every time he suits up he’ll know—he’ll know—that Steve Rogers fucks himself with a toy made out of Tony’s armor.

-- On Camera by FestiveFerret

Steve's heart skipped a beat. It was beyond ridiculous to get attached to one of his regular clients but somehow, over the last six months, he had. StarkNakedGenius wasn't logged on for every show, far from it, but he was on for a lot of them, and whenever he was, he tipped like mad.

-- Weighing of the Heart by scifigrl47

Steve Rogers hasn't really had a particularly easy life. He's struggled along, he's proud of himself, he's self-sufficient and capable and he works damn hard. He has friends and a purpose and he's only a few semesters from graduating college. He's managed, but his life has been far from easy. That's mostly because of a slight filing error. The last thing that Steve needed was someone to watch over him. The only thing that his Guardian Angel needs is a second chance to make a first impression.

-- Can't start a fire without a spark by gottalovev

The Avengers might be reunited, but they are holding together with a Band-Aid and a severe case of Tony pretending nothing happened. The superficial truce is shattered the day Steve takes control of Tony's suit and forces him to go to medical in a tense situation. When Tony is ordered to take a vacation, Steve volunteers to go with him.

And two of my own fics:

-- Gift of Consequence

Steve remembers the old wives' tale of the dragon in the mountain, sleeping on a pile of gold. He has never paid it any mind, but when his mother gets sick and time and money is of the essence... he might reconsider believing in fairytales.

-- We Are Briefly Gorgeous

Tony finds himself in a gay bar right after signing his divorce papers, drowning his sorrows. Turns out the handsome stranger that chats him up is just the distraction he needs.

[ishipallthings]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Thurs)

Golden Oldies Thursday, July 20 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

This is a day late, but here are some of my favorite older Steve/Tony classics!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

(First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased

Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic:

Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that.

many names in history, none of them are ours by aubkae

Steve's not sure if he'll ever understand Tony Stark, but it's good, living here. If he still wakes up sometimes convinced this was all a dream, well, it's better than it was before, and that's something, isn't it? The Avengers live in a world that both glorifies and fears them, but they know each other now behind the scenes.

bedrock and brick by lyra_wing

Immediate sequel to the movie, wherein Tony builds Avengers Tower. Or plays interior designer, take your pick.

Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by scifigrl47 @scifigrl47

There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony's sick of all of them. Well, there's potentially a fifth, but it's highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony's deeply disappointed about that. Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn't him kidnaps Tony. Then he's just pissed.

Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething:

"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

Mr. July by jibrailis

Tony is the only one who can defend Steve's virtue. Tony hates his life.

The Best Policy by starknjarvis

Tony Stark breezes through life on bluster and bullshit. When he gets hit by a truth spell, he locks himself away in his workshop so he can find a way to reverse it without anyone finding out. So why can't he say no when Steve keeps asking to spend time with him?

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge @copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

the reason you ruminate the shadowy past by Mizzy

So, Captain America effectively manages to cockblock Tony for a year.

It's not Steve's fault. Well, actually, it is. But he was just proving a point - that if a superhero is gay, how can it be wrong? Steve just picked the wrong superhero to make the point with. Now America will think they're dating - and Tony's not going to be the guy to break Captain America's heart.

There's only one way out. To save face, Steve and Tony have to become fake boyfriends. Steve thinks the "boyfriends" bit will be the hardest to act... but maybe it's the "fake" part that will be the hardest act of all.

Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy

Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass. But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder. The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier by RurouniHime (@thegertie)

The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

and of course, the one that started it all:

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by Elspethdixon, Seanchai (616)

Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

[pyrorptrs]

I've been doing redesigns of pop culture characters. Mostly working off the idea "What if I was put in charge of making a show around these properties" and the core founding Avengers was one of the first batches I finished

Ironman: Pretty straightforward; I just wanted something that looked armored, but could easily be simplified. I primarily took inspiration from the EMH version and the first couple of suits from the MCU with the intent that this is his Mark IV suit. That way I can easily do more suits and updated for him the future, particularly to flesh out future line-ups. I also threw in some black detailing to not only avoid using Gray (which most other associated Ironman characters heavily use), but to also act as a winking nod to how he took inspiration from one of his hot rods in the movie for that suits colors. My only real issue with how he turned out is some of the proportioning, so if/when I draw him again I'll try to make his shoulder less broad and his feet larger.

Captain America: Cap was pretty easy to a design for too; I leaned more towards his classic look, but tried to make it look like it was made from more modern materials. So instead of wearing chainmail in a simple suit, he has some pretty standard military gear with an armored chest piece and helmet. I also added some tactical pouches since I can see him either keeping a couple supplies on hand for long missions or to have something to slip a McGuffin into. I kind of have the opposite problem with his proportions that I do with Ironman, so when I draw him again (be it this specific design or more updated suits) I'm going to try to make him broader.

Thor: I prefer his more armored look from the mid 2000's-2020's, but wanted to start with a more classic EMH inspired look. Not totally satisfied with his face and might change the colors a bit in places if I redraw this design, but I do like how he turned out for the most part. Obviously I used the classic version as a base, but I made his belt buckle larger and tried to make the symbol on it look more like a cross between a tree (Yggdrasil) and an Eagle. I also turned his armbands/bracelets into fingerless gloves, taking some inspiration from his Ultimate counterpart and added one of those discs on each hand (I'm thinking they could light up when he's using his powers like the ultimate version too). I tried to keep the helmet simple and easy to draw while keeping the wings on them. I might also change some of the blue pattern on his boots to yellow to help them stand out more.

Hulk: Pretty simple, the only real thing I did was try to keep him a saturated green rather than the flushed one he has in the mcu. I have more problems with him compared to how the others came out, but that's mostly because I'm still figuring out how to draw human faces in my style and do exaggerated physiques, both of which are things that I'm going to have to improve through practice and experience. otherwise I think he at least works as a good starting basis for a good hulk design in my style.

Antman: Leaned toward Hank Pym since I hate how we skipped straight to Scott Lang in the MCU. Obviouisly both classic and EMH were the main inspiration for my take, but I did try to add some aspects from the MCU suit with a more enclosed look and proper gauntlets. I also tried to include a spots on both the gauntlets and belt for him to control his size shifting so that it's easier to justify him doing it without having to draw him going through that motion over and over again. I also tried to adjust the red to be a bit more orange-ish to have him stand apart from other very red-centric characters, though I'm not totally satisfied with the results.

The Wasp: I pretty obviously leaned heavily into the EMH version for my take on Janet Van Dyne, but I also tried to keep the enclosed suit idea for her like with Antman, so I threw in some aspects of the MCU design. I like how Wasp size alteration and other abilities are presented as more legit powers compared to Antman having to rely on the suit, but I did try to give them some visual cohesion by reincorporating the techy aspects of the formers suit into Wasp, though it's probably there more to help here store Pym Particles. I also gave her more of a proper undersuit and helmet and made the wings look kinda techy (Though I tried taking some inspiration from the space suit she had in EMH for those). I also tried throwing in some red to homage some of her original color scheme, but mostly limited it to stuff specifically surrounding her Pym tech.

I'm still trying to figure out how I would go about a story for HOW this version of the Avengers would from; though I would like Loki to be more of a final boss sort of deal, so I'd want to hold off on him being a direct threat until later. I could say that a single villain or one of the dedicated villain factions are the cause, but I think that would be too similar to the opening of EMH and Assemble. So maybe having it be so that a couple of notable, but usually unaffiliated, villains for Ironman, Thor, and maybe Antman team up to try to take them out one at a time, but the fight inevitably leaks out into the streets and draws the attention of the others resulting in them properly teaming up to stop the villains.

[prey-to-go]

Halloween

HA FInally got this done!!!

The second the elevator doors opened peter crossed his arms and scowled as he stepped off, waiting for the demon to come get him. “Mr. Stark! I think they got the sizing wrong because there is no way you decided to order me like this!” He called out, huffing when he saw the demon come from the lab. There was amusement in those black eyes, which only made his cheeks heat up.  

“I did, I know you hate not being able to do things around the tower and I’m fine for today.” The demon crouched in front of him, something he normally did while Peter got used to his height, only he already was. Being three feet was a change yeah, but he could still reach doorknobs. “But like this big? Mr. Stark, I look like a toddler.” He complains looking away. And he wasn’t used to this height which sucked.

“And so? Normally you’re a lot smaller, what’s the apprehension here?” Tony prompts, Peter hearing the shifting of the demon’s tail swishing behind him. “The problem is that I had no idea that I was going to be a different size! Not only that! It’s Halloween so like two different people asked where my parents were and told me my costume was interesting!”

“I never know what size I'm going to be until I'm there and I don’t like it! Everything is so disorienting cause I'm expecting to be small but sometimes I’m too small and- and now I havfta worry about being too big!” He continues not noticing that he was trembling. The demon stayed quiet for a few more seconds before Peter felt the demon’s hand lightly nudge his back, pushing him forward until he stumbled into the demon’s embrace. “I’m sorry Peter, I... I didn’t know they weren’t telling you what size you were going both be...Would you like me to text you a heads up? "The demon’s soothing voice rumbles. Dammit it was hard being mad at his mentor when the demon literally tried fixing everything.

“You don’t even have my phone number.” Peter says miserably, finally glancing up at the demon. Huh seeing the guilty expression form on the demon’s face was great, even more so when some obviously Italian curses eft his mentor’s mouth.  

“Shit, you're right kid! God I'm so sorry.” He croons, Peter not saying a dang word as he was practically scooped into strong arms, the warmth seeing into him like wildfire. This wasn’t bad either. He sighs and buries his face into the expensive suit the demon was no doubt wearing. “Jarvis will fix that eight away alright? No more mystery sizes I swear little snack.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark I just..it’s hard sometimes, cause everything is loud and cold and I.. I get used to being 11 inches so being big is weird because ya know I’m used to needing a heating pad or help reaching a door handle.” He murmurs gripping the smooth fabric with his hands. A soothing hand rang through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. A soft hum escaped him as he wriggled closer. Mr. Stark listened to him, much to his relief, not seeming upset at all.

There was a comfortable silence that fell over them, Mr. Stark lightly running a hand through his hair or rubbing his back. It was a great feeling, and he didn’t want it to end.

“So..what are we going to be doing tight hmm?”

Peter shifts slightly looking up to the demon before shrugging “I Dunno, I mean normally May takes me trick or treating but um..I'm a little old and she’s working a double shift.”

The grin that spread across the demon’s lips made Peter regret what he said immediately.  

“Well, I mean you did say you were on the tot size today.” Mr. Stark drawls, brushing curling out of his face with a smirk. “Mr. Stark I am not a toddler.” Peter replies slowly, leaning back in slight embarrassment. “Come on we’ll put you in like an ironman onesie, we have them on standby in the daycare, we’ll grab a bucket and go score some full-size snickers.”

“But! No one is gonna fall for that!?” Peter exclaims, trying to stumble out of the demon’s embarrassment, blushing hard when he nearly tripped only saved by the demon’s wings. “Let's just try, okay? Come on it’ll be fun Bambi, candy, costumes and I’ll finally have pictures for the lab.”  

Peter hides his face with a groan knowing that the subject wouldn’t be dropped. “There’s no way you won’t be noticed, you’re like the only demon in the city!” He points out trying to derail the conversation. "It's Halloween and is going to be dark I could simply be going as tony stark.”  

Well Mr. Stark was totally never going to drop this.

“Fine. But if I get tired, you’re carrying me.”

“Deal. Let’s get that onesie.”

Peter refused to be carried on their trip to the lobby and insisted he could put it on himself when Mr. Stark handed the onesie to him. Once he zipped it up, he was surprised the fabric was nice, and blissfully warm. He lets a pleased hum out rubbing the sleeves with a wide grin. It wasn’t the worst thing that he had to wear yet. He was too busy marveling at the niceness of the onesie to notice Mr. Stark was watching him fondly, he only was brought back from his thoughts when Mr. Stark chuckled.  

“You ready?”

“Y-Yeah let's go.”  

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The first few houses Peter wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment but after a while he got used to it, starting to laugh with the rest of the groups coming for candy. He eagerly scurries back to Mr. Stark, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he presented a full-sized candy bar. “Mr. Stark! Look!”  

The demon’s eyes flick down to the golden wrapped bar, a smile dancing on the demon’s lips. “Very exciting, I mean it’s going to last you days with you being so short.” He teases, Peter groaning when he felt the demon pat his head. “I’m not small Mr. Stark and you know it!” Peter protesting as they moved towards the next house, kids started disappearing as the night grew longer and colder. He could feel the demon's tail lightly snake around him, as if to make sure he wouldn’t get lost in the sea of kids around them.

“I don’t know kid; I mean normally you’re bite sized.” The demon teases, his wing flaring out to stop the kid from walking out into the street, waiting a second before crossing with Peter.  “H-hey! Not here Mr. Stark ...please?” The tone was enough to make the demon sigh and nod, nudging the kid to a small house that still had its light on. “Fair enough, how about you hit that house and we call it a day hmm?”

Peter was going to protest and say that he was fine but to his surprise a yawn escaped him, making his cheeks flush red instantly. “M’ not tired.” he says quickly, unconsciously gripping the demon’s pants as they grew closer to the house. He didn’t exactly like the decorations; they were too loud. Plus, it didn’t look like many kids were eager to go up to the house either.  

“Not tired? Sure, I totally believe you.”  

Peter’s grip tightened on the fabric when Mr. Stark tried nudging him forward. It wasn’t that he was scared it was just that..the house was too dark. Yeah. “I’m really not tired! I normally go to bed around like 12.” He points out not budging an inch. Mr. Stark let out a sigh and before Peter knew it, he was scooped into the demon’s arms. His cheek t up when he processed that, his grip already latched onto the silky fabric. “How about we head back now hmm? I mean your time is almost up anyway.”

“Okay..yeah let's do that.” Peter says, resting his head against the demon’s chest. Oh! He could still hear the demon’s heartbeat...that was a sigh. He lets a small sigh out squeezing his eyes shut. Slowly he could feel himself dozing off from the swaying motion. A chuckle rumbles next to his ears but Peter couldn’t bring himself to care.

He wasn’t sure when they got back to the tower but Mr. Stark nudging him awake was not appreciated. “Mr. Stark- I don’t..please May is working a double I...” he whines further burying his face into the demon’s chest. Funny to know a few weeks ago he would’ve been shaking at the thought of being held so close to the pred.

“I know kiddo..I know, but you still have to clock out. Not only that you’re still toddler sized.”  

It made sense. Too much sense and he hated it.  

“Pick me up then?”

Silence.

“Yeah, kid I’ll pick you up, but you still have to go with Devon.”  

Peter groans as he blinks awake pushing away from the warmth and overall sense of safety. He looked away when he noticed the gaze of the demon as on him, amusement shining in those black eyes. “I’m up I'm up! Don't look at me like that.” He whines pushing away from his mentor’s chest. Thankfully Mr. Stark got the message and set him down with a soft laugh.  

“Okay..I um..right! You probably want the onesie back.” He mumbles unzipping the front and stepping out of the soft material. He scowls when he realizes how cold the PTG is! Uniform really was. He shudders at the loss of warmth offering the outfit to Mr. Stark. The demon took it, ruffling Peter’s hair with a fond smile. “I’ll see you soon kid, I’d walk you down, but I know you hate that.”

“I don’t hate it I just..I don’t want the people to stare..it’s still weird for me Mr. Stark.” He points out, rubbing his arms and shifting from foot to foot. “I don’t wanna be rude but I’m really cold right now.” He whines. Mr. Stark smiles and nudges him to the elevator, the demon’s tail swishing behind him. “Alright squirt head on down, I’ll go get the car.”

Peter nods and steps into the elevator, awkwardly waving at the demon before the door closed. “Jarvis? Could you take me down?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile. “Of course, young sir, I suspect we’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah..I mean Mr. Stark said he’d pick me up so hopefully.” Peter says rocking one the balls of his feet. Spending time alone at the apartment wasn’t exactly fun Afterall. Without May it was quiet and almost scary. Plus, the less time he spends in the apartment with the heat and lights on the less money was spent. “Sir will pick you up, he has a habit of honoring his promises.” Jarvis reassures. Honestly how did an ai sound that reassuring?

Peter sighs and nods, stepping off the elevator once the doors slowly opened. He followed the little pathway towards the door, waving at the receptionist as he headed outside, shuddering at the cool air. At least the ironman onesie had been warm. He sighs softly and waits by the curb, rubbing his arms as he waits for the brightly colored car to arrive. It wasn’t long before Devon pulled up, the van doors opening.  

Peter eagerly climbed in, sighing at the warmth as he got onto the seat. “Hey Mr. Flint! Sorry about the early pick up.” He says sheepishly as he clicks his seatbelt on. “Hey, no worries kid, I’m just hoping it wasn’t because of anything that happened.” The van rumbled as the driver pulled back onto the street heading back to the company’s building.  

“Oh! No, actually, Mr. Stark took me trick or treating! It was fun and everything and he said I could crash at the tower after work.” Peter says looking at the window and watching the buildings pass by. “Aunt May is working a double and I ah..I didn’t want to be alone.” he adds on sheepishly fiddling with his seat belt.  

“Hey no judgement here. Bet it’ll be weird seeing him while your fully sized.” Devon jokes, Peter grinning a bit as he looked at the driver. “I mean I’ve seen him full sized at least twice, like remember when I ran off before work?” He could see the man flinch at the reminder. He forgot how much he had truly scared Devon that day..he hadn't shown up to work, wasn't texting anyone..it had been a rough day. “And there was like two times at the store, once I um...I ran into that pred again and had a panic attack, the second time I was with May.”  

“Still pretty jarring huh?” Devon asks softly as he turns after the light turns green. “Yeah..I mean it’s crazy that I fit in there ya know? I never really thought about it, like we’re all aware that preds can do that but...” Peter trails off unsure on how to word it. “It’s just crazy.”  

He can see Devon nod in the mirror a fond look on the man’s face. “I gecha. Drivers learn about it too, and little tricks on helping. You know before the company had ways to have emergency regurgitation drivers were the go-to for it. I still remember the pressure points to get someone out.”  

Peter sat up straighter, his eyes burning in curiosity. He totally forgot drivers went through training too. “Really? Did you ever have to use it?” He asks immediate practically vibrating in his seat. Devon chuckles as he pulls up to the building putting the car in park. “That’s a story for another time, go on in and get dressed.”  

Peter pouts but unbuckles and scrambles to get out of the van, eager to spend time with the demon. “Fine but only cause Mr. Stark is picking me up soon.” He says hopping out of the van. “Have fun kid and be safe.” Peter waves the driver goodbye before darting into the building, heading to the changing and shower room. It didn’t take long to shimmy out of his uniform and dart outside waiting for the demon to pull up.  

“Pete, hey kid over here!”  

A grin stretched over his face when he saw Mr. Stark already parked and waiting for him. He didn’t waste any time heading to the car, nearly tripping over his two feet to get there. This was the first time he would be at the tower full sized after all! Plus, he didn’t exactly see Mr. Stark when he was like this, so it was going to be double awesome. He opens the passenger side door, practically falling into the open seat. “Hi Mr. Stark! You got here fast, even Devon had trouble with the traffic and stuff.” He says buckling up.

Mr. Stark chuckled, which was a little rude because he hadn’t done anything funny yet. “Traffic isn’t that bad when It's later at night when all the shops are closing.” The demon points out. The car rumbles under their feet as they pull back onto the street, Peter practically vibrating with excitement over the basically sleepover they were going to have.

“I’m so excited! Like literally! I never see the tower from a normal perspective! Do you think I’ll get dizzy or confused cause of the size change? Like it wasn’t that bad today, but it was like a two-foot different, this is going to be a little more than that, plus I can see over counter tops too.” He continues to ramble, not noticing the fond look the demon gave him all the way to the tower. When they finally got there Peter eagerly hopped out, heading to Mr. Stark's side, a tad nervous.  

“Breathe kiddo, everything's going to be fine.”  

Man Mr. Stark always knew when he was anxious didn’t, he? He nods, still sticking close as they went to the private elevator and took the ride up. Huh..it was a little dizzying seeing the tower from this height. Like it was the tower sure, but it seemed slightly wrong and off.  

“Doing, okay? Or do we need to get you some ginger ale.” It was a genuine question even if it did sound a bit teasy, so Peter gladly accepted it. “Please? I just um..yeah it’s weird and really disorientating.” He mumbles with a grimace. He was realized when the demon nodded and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottle of ginger ale. Peter eagerly took the offered glass, sipping on the drink.  

“I don’t even know what to do now...I mean like usually I’m already in your gut or going to be in your gut or..or um I don’t know we sorta just sit and talk a lot of the times too, don’t we?” Peter says taking a sip and closing his eyes. It was so weird opening them and being able to see over the counter. “Well how about we watch a movie? Isn’t it Halloween spirit to watch a cheesy horror movie?” the demon prompts. When Peter nods he found himself being guided over to the couch in front of a screen that would probably be as big as his apartment room.

“Come on little bite, let’s get comfortable.”  

Peter totally didn’t squeak when he was pulled closer to the demon, noticing that the warmth radiating was like one that came from a furnace. He takes a shaky breath in and rests against the warmth, humming happily when a blanket draped over him.  

Man, this was actually kinda nice. Peter smiles as Mr. Stark scrolls through horror movies, his eyes growing heavy. He had a pretty awesome night, trick or treating the demon he always looked up to, hanging out with the genius and! And not having to sleep alone in an apartment.  

[chuya-chuya-blog]

Now that I've read the actual ending of My Hero Academia, (I actually only saw screenshots on Twitter) I have a few things to say.

The ending, in theory, was perfect. It wrapped up nicely, tied into themes of the story, and had a few great callbacks(Horikoshi-sensei is the king of callbacks, honestly). My theory is that when Bakugo reaches his hand out, it's a callback to the whole "take my hand" thing with Aoyama. And speaking of Aoyama, I love that he was in the ending with the rest of the class.

Also, I love that both times, Deku receives his "chance to become a hero" from All Might. And when Bakugo calls him Deku the last time in the end (remember he apologized and was trying to be better, so he was calling him Izuku more) it's Deku as a hero, not Deku the nerd.

I hate that Deku lost his powers, and no, the suit doesn't do it for me(he's basically Ironman, I hate it☹️). But if we're being honest, a few heroes lost their powers, like Hawks and the one from the Pussycats (I forgot her name, but I remember what it does! She can see up to a hundred peoples quirks and weaknesses). Also, let's not forget that some DIED. They really ARE dead(and whatever is going on with Edgeshot). And I always thought La Brava's quirk was really really stupid, but she makes up for it with the hacking. (Side bar, someone pointed out that her and Gentle had wedding bands on. Isn't she too young for him?! I hate age gaps!)

I like that Hawks still meets up with Tokoyami. We got a slight mention of Monama, which I was happy with. I would've loved to see Amajiki again. And class B as well. But if we're honest, Horikoshi put his all into making sure everyone got their Plus Ultra moment during the battle with Tomura, which was super awesome. Including the Shiketsu kids! I was sooooooooo happy when they showed up! So I am thankful for that. With this ending, you can pretty much guess what everyone else is doing with themselves. If Horikoshi-sensei made some one-shot chapters to showcase the others, I would be super hyped to read them. But he's probably done with the series as a whole.

Did you notice Recovery Girl had a syringe for a cane?

Also, STOP FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE IZUKU AND OCHAKO THING. They're only in their twenties. I'm sure down the line they do get together and get married.

I like that there's less villans now, too. And Spinner wrote his book! I wonder if it's a comic like Deku suggested.

And what was Tomura appearing for? Why did we need to see him?

Anyway, this is the ending we got, so we gotta live with it...I guess...

Some main characters die in the ending of their series, so I guess this is a happy medium. An imperfect happy medium.

This hurts. I'm gonna be sensitive to MHA related stuff for a while now. There's an awning that a bus I use passes, and it says Tomura on it, for whatever reason(the company name? I dunno). It stung when I first saw it.😣 Emotional damage!!!

This fuels me to make sure my endings will be satisfying, at least to me.

[randominagines]

Can you write something where the reader is an avenger who has adhd? ❤️

Thank you so much for the request and I hope you'll like it!

Please, be aware of the fact that I do not suffer from ADHD, so if I wrote something offensive or incorrect, please let me know. I do not mean to be inappropriate and I'm aware of how serious ADHD can be, so I apologize in advance if I wrote something stupid.

Pairing: Avengers X neutral!reader

Warning: angst, mention of ADHD

GIFs belong to their creators.

YOU BEING AN AVENGER WITH ADHD WOULD INCLUDE:

Avengers being well aware but never making you feel inappropriate about it;

They all respect you deeply and also take care of you when you need their help;

Tony scolding everyone when they distract or lose attention during meetings, except you, because he understands that is sometimes hard for you to stay focused;

He being so proud when you ask him to repeat because he knows that, at the beginning, you were too embarrassed to ask;

Everyone being extremely protective of you;

But especially Steve and Natasha;

They always make sure to keep an eye on you during the battles;

They fight next to you all the time;

Even if they are perfectly aware of how strong and skilled you actually are;

They also get quite mad when someone hurts you;

You sometimes become hyperactive and when it happens, everyone just let you be;

You are sometimes afraid of being annoying but the Avengers always make sure to remind you that you're not;

Thor actually likes when you are like this because it's a good occasion for you to train with him;

He teaches you plenty of things anytime;

He always lets you try if you can lift the hammer;

He chuckles when you get determined and patiently hypes you up;

"One day, you're going to lift it and steal my powers. I know that."

Sometimes, you just feel like doing something fun and not related to missions and fights;

That's when Peter comes in;

He loves spending time with you;

You and him are the youngest of the group so you have so much in common;

You hang around together, with mutual friends;

He is so protective of you;

You too are so close, you know you can always count on him;

You usually sneak in Tony's laboratory to try his suits on;

Sometimes you get caught, but when you don't you spend hours fighting against each other in Ironman suits;

"Mr. Stark will kill us."

"Relax, Pete, he won't even notice."

He loves seeing you happy so he ends up listening to you;

Some days are so good;

But some others, not that much;

When anxiety comes you feel overwhelmed by it;

You mostly tend to isolate yourself: that's when you need Loki the most;

No one understands you like him when it comes about pain;

He knows when you need him, he doesn't even need to ask you;

He reassures you and makes sure not to leave untill you feel okay;

"Pet, I'm not going anywhere right now."

He softly tells stories to you while you try to focus on his tales, so that you can distract from your anxiety;

He reminds you that everything is okay and you are safe, and nothing bad is going to happen;

He hates seeing you like that, so he prefers staying next to you and help you face your anxiety;

As soon as you feel better, you just need to do something to distract;

Usually, Wanda and Vision take care of you in these cases;

The adore you and love when you are happy;

So they organise a picnic all together;

They invite you to cinema;

Or they simply spend time with you;

They make sure that you feel loved and understood;

You always make fun of them when they end up being cheesy;

"Ew, stop kissing in front of me guys."

They can't help themselves but laugh;

They support you and make you feel loved;

But not everyone is like that;

When someone fools you around or give you an hard time for your ADHD, the Avengers simply explode with anger;

Especially Bucky and Sam;

They won't let anyone say a single word to you about the matter;

They are so protective of you;

They don't even waste a moment, no one talks shit about you;

"So, you have ADHD, does this mean you're crazy?"

"Bucky, have you heard this bastard?"

"I did, Sam, and I think he needs a les-"

"I'm not crazy, but you're definitely an asshole."

They are so proud of you for the way you stand up for yourself, but this doesn't stop them from being ready to throw hands;

In conclusion, they are your family and they love you exactly for whom you are;

You feel protected, understood, loved. You feel home.

[toastedkiwi]

Pearl Ring

Summary: a certain ring on a certain finger has the world believing a Stark is engaged to a Wayne and your father isn’t happy.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Stark!Reader

11:00 EST. Fifth Avenue, New York.

Bruce gave you his right hand. You took it into your left hand as stairs are not your friend especially in heels. He knows it to be a fact as you have fallen down the stairs in his manor. Thankfully, it was just him around and you both got a good laugh over it. Since then, if you’re together and you’re in heels, he’ll give you his hand.

You both deal with the flashes of the cameras and the shouts of the paparazzi as you head to Alfred’s car. He awaits to open the door for you two to slide in once close enough. Bruce had you slid in first while Alfred took the many shopping bags from your hands. The door is shut and you looked at Bruce.

“My dad is gonna be pissed if I’m photographed with you again,” you said with a grin.

Bruce chuckled. Your dad hates him. He can’t stand him especially if he’s near you, his eldest and first born. It’s not at all like Bruce would hurt you purposefully and shit, you know you’re safe with Bruce. You two aren’t even dating. You’re probably the only friend that Bruce can tolerate and understand his grunts or at least not get pissed about it like his kids do. You both just understand each other better than most.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle Ironman,” Bruce said as Alfred got into the driver’s seat.

“I do believe that you would then have the whole Avengers coming after you, Master Bruce,” Alfred said driving off.

“I’m sure I can persuade some to not go after Bruce,” you said. “And I’m sure the kids will come to his aid in battling my father.”

“Oh, I’m more than sure that they’ll watch it all go down with popcorn,” Bruce said.

“I will be too,” you said grinning.

Bruce grabbed your hand and noticed you placed your grandmother’s ring on the wrong hand as you’re talking with Alfred. You always have it on your right hand on the finger in between your pinky and middle finger.

“Give me your other hand,” Bruce said.

You give it to him. He slipped off your ring and you just stopped speaking. You were getting the ring professionally cleaned and so you got the very busy Bruce Wayne to join you in New York to help you kill some time before you could get it back. And you put the ring on your ring finger meant to signify that a person is married or engaged. You aren’t at all and you’ve just been spotted holding hands with the guy you consider to be your best friend and your dad doesn’t approve of him.

“Oh my god, I’m such a dumbass,” you said as he slipped the pearl ring onto the right finger for you.

“You’ll be alright, you dummy,” Bruce said.

You back handed his bicep and said, “you asshole, we were holding hands! They’re gonna think we’re engaged or married!”

He smiled and said, “the boys would be happy and don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“It’s probably too late already,” you said.

It was. The paparazzi were quick to sell the photos which eventually started the process for news sites/gossip sites to write the story and examine the photos for little details. It would be a nightmare but it’ll be easily cleared up in an interview which you’ll probably have to do.

15:30 EST. Avengers Tower, Manhattan.

“Congrats on your daughter getting engaged, Mr. Stark,” Peter said.

“What? What do you mean?” Tony questioned narrowing his eyes at the poor teenager.

“Oh- uh— ummm, I thought that Y/n and B-Bruce—,” Peter said getting nervous.

“If you say Wayne, you are no longer an Avenger,” Tony growled.

“Why can’t the poor kid say Wayne?” Natasha asked appearing into the hallway.

“Because I hate the Waynes and specifically Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Wow, you’re already hating your future son in law?” Natasha teased and shooed away Peter.

Peter quickly escaped to safety. Natasha pulled one of the breaking news videos on her tablet and showed Tony. Tony is ready to start WWIII and it won’t be a pretty thing.

“Friday! Give the location on my daughter NOW!” Tony yelled.

“Which one, sir?” She asked.

“THE OLDEST!”

“Her phone is turned off,” Friday informed.

“Track Bruce Wayne,” Tony said.

“Seriously, Tony?” Natasha said.

“Y/n always has her phone on,” he said.

“Gotham Academy,” Friday said.

16:30 EST. Gotham Academy, Gotham, NJ.

Bruce and Damian were walking down the stairs at the front of the building. Ironman dropped down in front of them. Damian smirked and Bruce couldn’t be more annoyed. He immediately put a hand in front of his son. It might be for Damian’s protection or Tony’s.

“I didn’t propose to her, Stark,” Bruce said.

“Where is she?!” Tony asked.

“She should be at her apartment in Manhattan,” Bruce said. “Probably taking a nap.”

The nanite helmet came off and Tony has this look on his face that Bruce knows all two well. Damian glared at Tony but Tony can’t be bothered by him. He doesn’t know where you are.

“Did you walk her up?” Tony asked.

“I carried in her shopping bags,” Bruce said. “And then I had to come back to Gotham.”

“Her phone is off and on the counter. I checked. She isn’t there,” Tony said.

22:00 EST. Scarecrow’s Hideout, Gotham, NJ.

“No, Daddy! Please don’t! P-Please don’t kill him!” You cried out.

It freaked Tony out. You’re terrified. You had been kidnapped and dosed with some psychotic. And you keep calling him. You’re begging him not to kill someone but who?

“B-Bruce, d-don’t go,” you whimpered.

Batman pulled out the anti-venom for the fear toxin. He’s hopeful that it’s the most up to date as Scarecrow takes his time to perfect each variant. It should at least dim down your hallucinations.

“What are you doing?!” Tony yelled running to where you and Batman are in the warehouse.

“Get away! B-BRUCE!” You screamed seeing a scary monster with big fangs in front of you. “HELP!”

He injected you with the anti venom into your thigh like an epipen. He hates seeing people close to him go through their worst nightmares. He’s clearly a part of it.

Your dad attacked the Batman while the rest of the team handle the goons as well as Scarecrow. Batman is quick to dodge the attacks as your father is a bit sloppy in his technique.

“I’m trying to help, Tin-Can,” Batman hissed.

Nightwing quickly came to your aid and fought off goons with Black Widow.

-on the quinjet. Not taken off yet.

“Bruce,” you cried for.

“You should call the billionaire,” Natasha suggested.

Tony huffed. However, Batman came aboard. He could careless about the others. You’re calling his name. He crouched down in front of you and took off the cowl in front of you.

“Bruce,” you whispered.

You went into his arms and cried in relief as he held you tightly. The others turned to see that Bruce Wayne is Batman. It’s shocking especially for Tony. He’s always thought so low of Bruce Wayne. He thought Bruce was just like him before becoming ironman. But it all had been a show for Bruce to put on.

“D-Don’t leave me,” you begged Bruce.

“I’m right here,” he said softly.

“I- I— I c-can’t lose you,” you whimpered.

You’re holding onto him so tightly. You don’t want to let go of him. Tony could tell this. Bruce means a lot to you and probably more than your father will know.

“Shhhh, breathe, Honey,” he said.

Bucky came over with a blanket and put it over you. Bruce helped wrapped it around you.

“You should get seated,” Bucky said.

Bruce scooped you up and sat down on the bench.

“You know you look like shit,” Tony said.

Of course he does. He’s bleeding. He’s got bruising on his face. It’s all because of Tony using his metal fists to beat him. He’s only human.

The jet took off to the upstate compound. Bruce kept you close and reassured you that he’s okay and that he has you.

08:00 EST. Avengers Compound, Medbay, New York.

“Hi,” Bruce said when you opened up your eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked seeing that you’re shaking a little.

You nodded your head looking at him. He’s in a black Avengers issued hoodie. His hair isn’t styled like how it usually is. He’s patched up and makeup isn’t covering his bruises. He’s sitting in a swivel stool right at your bedside.

“You’re really Batman?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled and said, “I knew it.”

Bruce chuckled. He stood up from his seat. He leaned over the bed railing and kissed your forehead.

“Can I go home with you, Mr. Batman?” You asked.

“I don’t think your father would like that,” he said.

“Screw him,” you said jokingly.

“Excuse me?” Tony said walking in with Alfred behind him.

“Master Bruce, I brought you a suit so you can change out of those awful clothes,” Alfred said.

“That is rude,” Tony said.

“My sincerest apologies, I do not care,” Alfred said.

You laughed seeing your dad’s face. Bruce thanked Alfred.

“I’ll be right back, Darling,” Bruce said.

Alfred and him headed off. Alfred went off back to the car while Bruce went into the bathroom to get changed. He put his batsuit in the black suit protector and he covered what bruises he could with makeup. Only the Avengers who went on the rescue mission to get you and Dr. Cho know about his alter ego.

“I still don’t like him,” Tony said.

“That’s a lie,” you said.

“You really like him, don’t you?” your dad asked.

“Yeah, he makes me really happy, Daddy,” you said.

“You know he’s got like 20 kids,” he said.

“So do you,” you sassed. “They just aren’t legally yours and most are fully grown.”

“Maybe we can all go out to dinner or something,” Tony said.

“I’d like that,” you said.

Bruce came into the room and Tony turned his head to see the billionaire fresh faced— no longer sporting any nasty bruises.

“What happened to the bruises?” Tony asked.

“Concealer,” Bruce said simply.

“Your butler brought you makeup?” Tony asked.

“I have a secret identity to protect, Stark,” Bruce said. “And no, he didn’t bring me any. It’s in my belt.”

You laughed and said, “your tool belt is like chick’s purse.”

Bruce smiled at you and said, “the boys would laugh at that.”

“Wait,” you said connecting the dots. “Damian isn’t Robin, is he?”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Bruce said.

[sunset-curve-fantom]

Home- Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!

MATURE MATERIAL, 18+, SMUT INCLUDED

FOR @ghostofreggie​ WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT SUPPORT AND FEED INTO MY PHASE OF BUCK. YOU ARE AMAZING AND I COULDN’T IMAGINE WRITING THIS WITHOUT YOU. 

Missions far from home were never easy for any of you. But for Bucky they became harder and harder the more he felt for you. You had walked into his world at the right place, and at the time he needed someone the most. When he met you, all he saw was beautiful and all you saw in yourself was the nerd of an assistant for Tony Stark. He knew he could never hurt you, and in doing so he never told you what he was feeling.

The moment you laid eyes on Bucky; your world shifted. He was the only one who caught your undivided attention, whether you were focused on something in the lab or not. He could walk in the room and your whole world would be black except this light that surrounded him. That being said, you guys were far from being anything official. It was just a few one-night stands, and in-depth conversations here and there.

A new mission had come to a head, which included Sam, Sharon, and Bucky attempting to override some of Hydra’s files to unearth any new leads into where or what Hydra wanted. You on the other hand were stuck in the office, attempting to help Tony upgrade his Ironman suit with some new perks, I guess being his assistant is a perk in itself though. But your mind was everywhere but focused on Tony and what he needed. Buck was leaving on this mission tonight, and you had every intention of telling him how you felt before then but didn’t know how.

The doors opened to the lab, the eerie silence was filled with a familiar voice, “Hey we are getting ready to take off….”

The voice was hesitant, but you knew it belonged to Bucky. He was the only one who made your heart skip a beat or cause the eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

You took a deep breath before turning to him, a fake smile plastered on your cheeks, “Oh okay- be careful?”

He shot you his signature smirk before making his way over to your desk, you couldn’t help yourself from chewing on the inside of your cheek- one of your worse nervous ticks.

“I’ll be careful…. I’m always careful.” he said as he stood in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. You couldn’t help but give him a real smile as you stepped towards him, engulfing him in your arms. His beard tickled your cheeks as you hid you face in the crook of his neck, taking in his cologne that made you feel at home.

His grip loosened before he stepped back, placing a swift, soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture only causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks, and a soft smile to remain more than present.

He smiled down at your short stature before turning away from you, your smile slowly turned to a frown… you hated to see him walking away from you, like you were nothing to him.

But the question was…. Do you tell him how you feel? Or do you just let it go, and hope to god that the feelings stop growing…

“Buck?” You said, your eyes widening at your shaky voice. The concerned look he gave you was making your insides turn at what words were about to escape past your lips.

“Yes?” He questioned, as you didn’t say anything more. The words you wanted to say found themselves stuck in your throat, unable to tell this handsome man what you were truly feeling.

You took a deep breath, opening your mouth to spill your undying love for James Buchanan Barnes, when she came in…

There was Sharon, in all her glory. The most beautiful girl in the room, the one who always got any man she wanted, and the one who had all her sights set on Bucky.

“I’m sorry but we have to go” She said, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she watched you push up your oversized glasses, as your twirled you rings around your finger unconsciously. You were nothing to her, and the look on her face only confirmed that.

Bucky looked back at you, the nervousness was apparent on your face, “Go…” you murmured, not being able to spare him another look. You knew that you would never be enough for him, so why even try to fool yourself?

A smirk appeared on Sharon’s face as she turned hot on her heel, Bucky following behind but not before sparing you another look. He will never forget the look of heartbreak that crossed your features when Sharon came in to get him, to take him away from you.

The minute the door to the lab closed, the eerie silence overtook you once again. You turned towards your desk; a deep breath escaped you as your started throwing your work off your desk. Paper flying through the air, pens hitting the floor in a clatter. The noise was so overwhelming that you missed the sliding door opening again, the anger in the room could be cut with a knife.

“Sooooo are you going to clean up your mess?” Tony said from behind you, terror crossed your features as you turned to face him.

“I-I-I-iiii” You tried to find the words, to apologize, to try and make what you had just done better. But Tony cut you off, sending you a soft smile.

“I’m assuming… that uh you didn’t tell Bucky how you are feeling?” He said, taking a seat at the desk next to yours, trying to read your reaction to what he was saying.

“Me and Buck? No-no- “You started, only causing a bout of laughter to fall from Tony’s lips. Your eyes wide as you watched him fall apart in front of you, his laughter cutting through the anger you were radiating.

“Oh don’t even. We both know how you feel, and I know that he feels the same about you” He said, reaching out to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His gesture bringing tears to your tired eyes, it was the first time that you felt that someone understood how you were feeling.

“How I’m feeling is alone. This man is doing things to me that I have never felt, and never thought I would get to feel. I was always the nerd in school, with no friends or anyone to love me. And now- now I have this man who I love, a man I have given my everything to, but I can’t even tell him the words. I can’t even tell him how much I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with his bipolar ass.” The words finally flowing out of you, finally confessing to someone how I felt about Bucky.

You wiped your cheeks, the tears continuing to dampen them. Tony just reached out, taking you into his arms. He knew how you were feeling, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to be loved and not worry about the future.

You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you as you clung to your boss, tears continuing to flow.

“How about you go home? I can text you when they get back…. I think you just need some time to think, you know?” Tony said, placing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

“Thanks Tony… and I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, pulling away from him and shooting him a soft smile.

Carefully you grabbed your things, heading out to your room. The sound of your shoes clicking on the floor, echoing in the silent hallway. The silence only following you once you step into your dark room.

A deep sigh escaped you as you laid back on your bed, your head swarming with scenarios about Buck and if you had told him how you were feeling. To explain the deep love, you felt for him.

Sitting back up, you began to strip yourself of your work clothes. The heavy denim of your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and your thin black tee fell right beside it. Ruffling through your drawers you came across a shirt that belonged to Bucky.

It was from a night, not long ago when he came over late at night for some comforting after a mission. A smile appeared across your cheeks as you shrugged the shirt over your tired body, it barely covered your black panties.

A tired smile appeared on your face once again as you made your way to your empty bed. The coldness of your sheets feeling good against your achy, tired body. Sleep quickly overtook your sense, and your dreams were filled with the what ifs of your life if Bucky was yours.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

You were drawn from your vivid sleep by several hard knocks at your door. Quickly you rushed over, opening the door swiftly.

There was Bucky…

His lip was split open, a bruise was developing on his cheek but overall, he seemed none too harmed. The light from the hallway showing off his bruised and tattered body.

“I-uh-uh I… I just needed to see you.” he finally choked out, you stepped aside leaving room for him to slip by you in the darkness of your room.

“Okay?” You said, tiredness still clouding your senses.

“I-uh this…. This mission was just really hard, and I know you wanted to tell me something before I left and it was all that I could focus on” he said, you knew that he was embarrassed by what he was saying. He never felt like this before and it was clear by his stuttering.

The Winter Solider was standing in your room, at god only knows what time because he couldn’t stop thinking about something you wanted to tell him.

You ran your hand through your hair, eyeing his figure in the darkness. You stepped towards his, brushing his tattered hair out of his face, making his deep eyes more noticeable.

“You really want to know?” You said, the flirtatious tone flowing out of your mouth, you could see him take a deep breath before nodding at you.

“Well, I was going to tell you that-uh I’m uh in love with you” You stuttered, blush crawling up onto your cheeks. You were nervous about what he was going to say, you knew he never felt that way about anyone.

“You don’t have to say anything” You said quickly, seeing his face change as he processed your words.

You loved him.

Opening your mouth again, wanting to speak more about how you were feeling. The idea that you had ruined your chances with him forever, that he was going to walk away, and you would never see him again.

But your thoughts were hushed when he rushed forward swiftly taking your lips in his. You couldn’t help the shocked moan that fell past your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling at his tangled hair.

He growled as you pulled hard at his hair, carefully he slipped his hands under your thighs before picking you up. Pulling your body close to his, your nipples only hardening against your shirt.

You pulled your lips away from his, carefully pressing small kisses to his neck causing a guttural moan to escape from his throat.

You felt your back fall onto your cold sheets, a moan falling from your lips as Bucky found your sweet spot on your neck that was ever so hidden. You could feel a bruise forming under your jaw from his excessive suckling.

Moans continued to fall from your lips as you reached down to pull at his shirt, pulling the torn material over his head, revealing more bruising and blood dried cuts. Your cold fingers ran across his chest as he watched you carefully.

You caught his eyes, smiling up at him. He was concentrating on your face, the way your face lit up when you saw him.

His thumbs brushed up against your hips, slowly lifting his shirt off your body. The cold air rushing to your hard nipples, sending a chill through your body, which only made Buck chuckle under his breath.

Your shirt went over your head, and almost immediately Bucky took your hard nipple in his mouth, sending a chorus of moans to fall from your lips.

“Buck” you moaned, gently taking his hair in your hand, and pulling slightly.

Rubbing your cunt against his crotch, only causing you to leak more wetness than you already were. Your motions caused a guttural moan to escape from Buck.

He pulled back from your nipples, taking in the moaning mess that you had become under him. He wrapped his fingers around your panties, before ripping them clean off your body.

You gasped at his action, before quickly sitting up and beginning to mess with his pants. You fumbled with the button and zipper before stripping off his pants. His cock was straining against the confines of his boxers, with a stain of precum beginning to appear.

Biting your lip, you lowered his boxers down his legs and letting them pool at him feet.

You took his length in your small hands, but he stopped you. His eyes met yours before he started to speak.

“This is all about you doll.” He spoke in a low tone before pushing you back onto the bed.

You felt his cock at your entrance, brushing against your clit which only sent chills of pleasure through your body.

The feeling of your being stretched as he entered you with his length sent a loud moan to escape from you. Causing your eyes to roll back as you grabbed onto him, bringing him closer.

He waited for a moment, giving you a moment to adjust to him.

You nodded at him, giving him the silent signal to move.

The pleasure began to overtake your senses, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You could hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pushed his cock deep inside of you, stretching your walls more and more.

Guttural moans feel past Bucky’s lips, which only sent your over the edge. Your orgasm quickly fell over you as he continued to hit your sensitive spot.

“Oh-uh-ooohhh Buck” You moaned, as your back arched from the overwhelming orgasm.

He threw his head back as your cunt pulsated around his cock, he was on the edge and he knew it.

His speed began to quicken as your cunt still was pulsating from your mind-blowing orgasm, your eyes continued to roll back into your head from the pleasure that was overtaking you.

Your cunt was leaking up a storm as he continued to fuck you hard, before he wrapped a hand around your throat. The action only making your eyes go wide, he never did that.

“Buck” You whimpered to him, as his grip tightened on your throat.

“You’re gonna take it all doll.” He moaned, his metal hand coming into contact with your clit. He quickly began rubbing circles, which drove you into a moaning mess as your cunt began to tighten around him again.

“Buck…. Buck…. I’m gonna-” You began before getting cut off by a moan.

“I’m right behind you” he moaned in your ear as you pulsated around him, scratching at his back with the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

He rutted his hips against yours as he spilled his hot seed into you, causing a small moan to pass your lips as your felt the heat in your core.

“In case you didn’t know- I love you too” He murmured against your ear, causing a huge smile to appear across your features.

In that moment, you knew… Bucky Barnes was yours and only yours….. He was your home.

[veethesnake]

Ice Fishing

For the @cap-ironman​ Stony Bingo square “Southern Hemisphere”!

Please tap the read more for my caption-turned-fic (I actually kinda like it).

1.6k words, rated T for language.

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“Tony, please. This is the first time I’m taking a vacation – something that you have been pestering me to do. I don’t want to lie at the beach all day getting a sunburn.”

Tony pursed his lips. “You won’t get an actual sunburn. You’ll heal up in no time.”

“For weeks I’ve been asking everybody to join me on a fishing trip. I don’t understand why you all hate the thought so much.”

“Uh, it’s boring? You just sit there and wait for fish to bite. There are a million other ways to catch a fish faster, including using my suit.”

“You’re not allowed to use Rubber Duckie while I have my line in the same water.”

“See? No fun.”

“But getting tanned at the beach is?”

“On the beach I can do whatever I want. Every beach has an annoying group of people blasting too loud music.”

“I will not be part of said group.”

“I’ll be able to work on as many things as I please, because you’re not telling me that ‘my scowls are disturbing the fish’ and ‘stop clacking on the tablet, it scares away the fish’. Makes me wonder who you like more, your fiancé or those damn fish.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. The fish, of course.” Steve watched with a smile as Tony threw his hands in the air.

“The audacity! I would never say that I love the sun more than you. Considering this though, I-“ Steve’s lips silenced him effectively before he could finish his sentence. Tony let out a small huff. One hand went up to tug at Steve’s hair, the other down to –

“Jeez, I thought I heard an argument! How fast did you skip to the make-up sex part?!”

Reluctantly Tony let go of Steve to throw an annoyed look at Clint. “Not fast enough, apparently. If you could leave us alone now to actually get to the make-up part –“

“Tony!” Steve looked at him, face slightly pink. How he was still blushing over being caught kissing his own damn fiancé… well. It was adorable. “We weren’t arguing, Clint. We just haven’t decided on a vacation destination yet.”

Clint plopped down on the sofa. “Want some help?”

Tony crossed his arms. “Absolutely not.”

Steve glanced between the other two. “Maybe some help would be good.”

With a smirk that promised nothing good, Clint put his hands behind his head. “How about a bet? Winner chooses the destination.”

“We don’t do bets between the two of us. Steve’s rule.”

“Oh no, not you two. Us three. Winner takes it all”, he said with a wink.

With a small sigh Steve sat down next to Clint. “At this point I don’t think we’ll agree on anything. If Tony’s in, I’m in.” After a moment of hesitation, Tony grumbled an agreement. Steve nodded. “We’ll set down some ground rules though. I don’t want this to turn into a prank if you win, Hawkeye”, stern look fixing the other man.

Clint held his hands up, eyes wide. “Me? Prank? Never.”

With a groan, Tony sat down on Steve’s lap. “First rule: We’re gonna get out of this damn city. I don’t want to find myself making vacation down the road next to the Tower.”

“Second rule”, Steve said, pulling Tony closer against his chest, “just the two of us. No tagging along or ‘sending the Hulk as bodyguard for the lovebirds’.”

“Hey, that was one time! And it was hilarious.” Under two sets of glaring eyes, he shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “Okay, okay. Not hilarious. I’ll choose the third rule: You have to go wherever the winner decides to go to. No sudden business trips or children’s hospitals to visit. New York will survive without the two of you for a week, and so will the Avengers.”

“I could send Pepper to babysit,” Tony said, gesturing towards the TV. Big cracks across the screen weren’t an unusual sight, but the giant, blue shimmering rock (stalagmite? Stalactite? Not that it was possible to tell anymore) sticking out of it was new. Probably a souvenir from Thor and Hulk’s weekend roundtrip across the realms. “So, how’s this gonna work? Do we all describe our vacation plan and then pick straws?”

“Nah”, Clint grinned. “The winner is allowed to plan the whole thing in secret. The other – or others – will have to go along. And we’re using Nat’s secret training program to determine the winner.”

“I’m using the suit. I won’t even try to beat Natasha’s ‘secret program’ against a super soldier and a trained spy without reinforcement.”

“Granted.”

“How magnanimous of you”, Steve noted with a raised eyebrow. “Also, Tony and I should be allowed to pick something you have to incorporate if you win. I won’t let you send us to Muspelheim for a week.”

“Sounds fair. We’ll stay on Earth slash Midgard. And one additional condition each. Only one, though. I want it to be a surprise. If I win”, he added.

“Fishing.”

“One thing? Uhhhh. I want to go South, so uhhhh… Southern Hemisphere? I want it to be sunny and warm. Australia would be nice, despite the spiders. I’ve never had the opportunity, but I’ve always wanted to go to Madagascar. Also, Chile –“

“One thing, Tony. No suggestions. I’m writing down fishing for Cap and Southern Hemisphere for Tony.”

 ~

 “This is not fair! Who the hell thought anybody besides Natasha and Clint would stand a chance against this godforsaken torture sequence! Steve!”

“Aw, you two did great. Now let me go get some advice for where to send our wonderful leaders to have their relaxing vacation…”

 ~

 “You’re an evil, evil woman.”

Natasha didn’t look up from the knife she was polishing. “Thanks, Clint.”

Sam stared at her. “This really just comes natural, doesn’t it? You didn’t even hesitate to come up with something.”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about it. I knew Clint would come to ask for help to prank them in a way that neither of them would find a way out. I also knew Tony has been complaining over losing his tan, and Cap has been staring at his fishing gear ever since Clint gifted him his father’s photo.”

“You know, you could have just sent them on a big game fishing trip on a tropical island.”

Clint sprawled himself over the sofa and Natasha’s thighs. “See, and that’s why you’re not the one planning it.”

“What, because I want them to actually have fun on their romantic getaway?” Sam crossed his arms.

An arrow appeared in Clint’s hand out of nowhere. “Nah, they’d hate it. Tony would spend all day on the beach working on his newest idea, while Cap gets up at ass o’clock to get ready for his day at sea.” He tapped his arrow against Nat’s knife, as if asking for a sword duel.

“So you’re forcing them to spend time together by putting them in a situation neither of them will enjoy?”

Natasha parried the arrow and sent it flying through the living room. “We’re giving them the opportunity to share their mutual annoyance over the situation. I doubt they will hate it.” A grin spread across her face. “Sharing body heat? Huddling for warmth in a giant sleeping bag for two? I highly doubt either of them will complain about that part.”

Sam put his hands over his ears. “Gah! Stop putting images in my mind.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “You act like we don’t catch them in the communal areas every other day.”

“We – what?”

Nat hit the back of Clint’s head. “Shh, you’re traumatizing the kid.”

 ~

 Tony’s voice was barely audible through the layers of fabric he’d put in front of his face to ward off the cold. Steve ducked his head to hide his smile behind his jacket. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Tony’s thick clothes heaved under his huff. “I said: I hate Clint.”

“It was Nat’s idea.”

“That makes sense. Turning our words against us… She’s an evil, evil woman.”

Steve probingly tugged at his fishing rod a little. “It could be worse.” He practically felt the stare Tony was giving him. “At least the cabin is cozy.”

“You’re just so optimistic because your wish actually came true.”

“So did yours.”

“Yeah, because I didn’t think about the way I worded my condition! It was Clint, not a goddamn genie that turns your wish against you on principle.”

“At this point you should know that you never deal with Clint or Nat on their own.”

“Damn those spies.”

“At least it’s sunny.”

“Yeehaw, the tip of my nose will get the tan of its life.”

“We already have quite a few fish, we can head back after the next two if you want to. I could use a little warmth after removing all the fish from the lines all on my own without gloves.” He pointedly stared at Tony’s hands, which hadn’t left his gloves since they sat down hours ago.

“We talking ‘please make a nice fire, Tony’ warmth or ‘let’s see how much room there really is inside this giant sleeping bag’ warmth?”

Steve grinned. “Whichever you prefer.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“You know, you could work on a new project here. There’s loads of scraps in some of the boxes we have in the cabin and it’s not like you can really disturb anyone here.” He looked at a penguin that had been keeping them company from a safe distance. “As long as you don’t ruffle any feathers. And try to get away from my fishing spot for anything that’s really gonna be loud.”

Tony wiggled in his chair to get more comfortable. “That doesn’t sound bad at all.”

~~~

I struggled so much with this prompt until I had a revelation and decided to take it very seriously. Gotta love how I threw the penguin in so you couldn’t miss that part (also, I missed drawing birds? Shoutout to the short but sweet bird drawing phase I had when I shared my very first art on this account)

[queeenpersephone]

give the people what they're asking for!!!! (they're asking for your tonynat meta/headcanons)

hahaha thank you - i didn't know that's what the people wanted! happy to - though i have pages and pages of meta on ironwidow, so if you're looking for thoughts on certain scenes! i also have 1000 headcanons but here are my top ones:

headcanons that could technically exist in canon

1. natasha saved tony in siberia in cacw. anyone who's spoken to me for more than 5 minutes about ironwidow (or read delicate!) knows about this headcanon. and really, it just makes sense to me. how else did he get out? it also ties together my theory that ironwidow in cacw mirrors ironwidow in im2, almost to the letter in terms of scenes. i'm happy to write something longer about this if you’d like!

2. tony did not hold a grudge against natasha for the airport in cacw. okay, obviously he was upset when she confronted him (see meta about that here and here) but tony is not a grudge-holder. c'mon, the man is relentlessly hopeful! cacw is just about both his and steve's low points, and rightfully. i truly believe that after black widow, and nat meeting up with steve and co. (if she even did that right away) one of them managed to send a message, probably through clint. can't you see it? tony showing up on the farm "let me talk to her." clint: "you all broke her heart. and the worst part? you didn't even think she had a heart to break." but then ofc mutual apologies and they were chill. idk how else to explain how chill they are in endgame. 3. natasha didn't "not recommend" tony for the avengers. at least, not in the damning sense that fury implied. she's too smart for that. she knows that im2's situation was wild, and tony still managed to pull it together. fury's too much of a spy for me to trust him on things that no one else ever mentioned. 4. "they're coming for you" was meant as a threat. 5. this isn't ironwidow per se, but team ironman (i.e., rhodey and pepper) like natasha a lot. this is pretty obvious with rhodey imo, but i also think that nat and pepper respect and like each other. pepper is more in control of her emotions than tony, and i bet more than anything recognized a similar (though greater) control in nat. i also hate when people pit them against each other. 

headcanons for an established ironwidow

1. tony kisses nat's thumb when he's playful because he's teasing her about a conversation where she told him she could kill a man with one thumb. he does the same when he's worried about her, to remind himself that she can protect herself. 2. he builds her a suit. duh. 3. no one is the big or little spoon more - they both love both positions. 4. i'm hesitant to rule it completely out, but i don't think they have biological kids without certain circumstances. they do adopt hella superheroes though. 5. tony calls nat every endearment under the sun, but it's most frequently honey. nat calls tony solnishko, or little sun, because he brought her out of the dark.

[shades-of-stony]

Post CA:CW Fix It Stony Fanfics

Making Amends by TheseStoriesAreWrittenOnMyHeart

Summary: Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man. It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man. Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground. And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back. Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It’ll take more than that to make things right.

Note: This one deals with amending the accords. It is about how the avengers pick up after the civil war and how they learn to be friends again. It is an incredibly detailed and well written piece! Also, NO TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRON MAN BASHING. I was only supposed to re-read a few chapters to recall the story and give a few-word review but I ended up re-reading the whole goddamn thing. It’s a masterpiece. 

maybe love is the reason why (we're seeing it eye to eye) by parkrstark

Summary: "I'm sorry. Repeat that again." Tony leaned forward in his seat from across the table. He even stuck a finger in his ear as if he was cleaning it out. "I don't think I heard you right."

Fury rolled his eyes-- or well, eye. "You and Rogers need to go undercover as a married couple in a community out on Long Island."

--

After Civil War, Tony and Steve are sent on an undercover mission as a couple to try and find Hydra informants. Somehow, they end up with Peter as their undercover son who decides to play matchmaker even if the two of them are doing their best to ignore their feelings after Siberia.

Note: My latest Fix It read! It just completed today. This fic is a phenomenal read, with its fake relationship, superfamily, undercover, and sexual tension elements! A definite 1000/10!

and this is the map of my heart by CydSA

Summary: The Avengers are splintered - spread out across the world.

There are many things to regret. The biggest one is what could have been.

Tony refuses to have any more regrets. Steve realizes that perhaps he made the wrong choice.

It starts from here....

Note: Here is some sweet, sweet, Civil War Fix It. It dwells deep into the Accords, how Tony fixes it, and the downfall of Ross. 

floating point exception by ooka

There is something, he knows, to see a man as mortal. To see his fault lines and jagged edges instead of the smooth surface they present. Most people don’t like the illusion, whether it be good or not. They don’t want people like him to be human.

But that’s what he is, under the suit and the smile and the sunglasses. Under the bravo and the quick grins. He’s just a man, trying to hide his broken pieces, the dents in his heart, the washed out color of his soul. He’s just a man, trying to solve problems and make the world better. That’s why he’s Ironman, just a man in a suit. Nothing extra.

The place where the arc reactor used to rest in his chest aches so fiercely for a moment that Tony can’t breathe.

He takes in a few breaths and does what Tony does best - pushes it down and goes to work.

(Tony, after the Civil War. Post CA:CW)

Note: A 150k+ fanfic that is centered on Tony, his issues, and his struggles. PREPARE TO CRY.

Not Enough Scotch for this Matchmaking Scheme by desolateice:

Summary:  After Civil War and a lot of healing the Avengers are fed up with the stubborn silence between Steve and Tony and try to take things in their own hands.

Note: A Fix It where the ‘kids’ play matchmaker to bring their fighting ‘parents’ back together! 

Never Eye To Eye by vorkosigan for mrsgingles

Summary: After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email. It's fine (Tony had written back). I'm fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I'm okay (you know I'm always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

Note: A 26k+ fic where Steve and Tony learned how to be friends again, and more. It deals with the struggles and frustrations they had just to salvage their friendship.  

Fly One More Time (Alternately Titled--The Phoenix) by RavenLost2187

Summary: Steve couldn't see them before.

But then he woke up and there they were.

There's a small problem though.

One of his teammates doesn't have wings like he should.

And that's Tony Stark

Note: Some winged fics anyone? This has a bit of a Team as Family element and not to mention that glorious Civil War fix it theme! 

What it’s worth by masterlokisev159

Summary:  Tony's scent is off. Wanda realizes why.

Note: Here is a Hurt and Comfort fic for you with a dash ABO elements in it! 

Sunrise Over the End of the World by Sapphic_Futurist

Summary: When Dr. Strange arrives at an Accords Committee Meeting and warns of the coming of an alien megalomaniac set on destroying the world, the Rogues are pardoned and Tony finds himself exactly where he never wanted to be. Back at the Compound with Steve, who still can't take a hint and won't leave him alone.

--

In which Tony is broken and Steve finds redemption.

Note: A Bad case of Tony acting like nothing happened and doing his goddamn best to avoid Steve. It’ll work all out in the end. Well, it will get worst first before that though.. 

We stand together (or not at all) by Jana_C

Summary:  It’s so easy to hate this man, so painfully easy. He’s the embodiment of rich, white male privilege. He’s irritatingly arrogant, and he doesn’t always think before acting, and even when he does, he manages to twist his logic around and shape it into something that will always benefit him, and yet, here he is, building the guy who killed his parents an arm, without having been asked; working his way through diplomacy and politics, even though he hates it with every fiber of his being, just so he can correct the mistakes all of them made. She watches him go and sighs, small and tired, before texting a single line to Steve. Get ready to come home.

Note: Anyone up for some Tony Whump and Appreciation fanfic? 

You Don’t Only Get One Shot by janonny

Summary: In which Tony voluntarily carries a tracker around, and learns how to talk to Steve all over again in-between and during kidnapping attempts.

“Leave you alone for two months, and you have an operation all set up to track wayward Hydra cells and rescue innocent billionaires,” Tony said, his tone skating the line of annoyance and admiration.

Note: a dose of Stalkerish!Steve (but not in an entirely creepy way because he just wants to keep Tony safe dammit). 

You've Got A Sister Now by ZaraMelMercury

Summary: It's been a year since the events of the Avengers' Civil War. Tony Stark is trying to pick up the pieces of his life, while juggling his work, his remaining friendships, getting therapy sessions for Rhodey and dealing with government politics, as well as the Accords.

It is a bit rough, but he's got Pepper (always a steady rock by his side), Rhodey, Happy and the Kid- Peter Parker. Tony would never admit to it up front and center, but you could always catch a proud look on the man's face whenever the young Spiderling was mentioned!

Life seemed to be looking up...

Except for one, minor detail:

Steve Rogers.

The hope for one reconciliation, surprisingly, led to another!

A new bond that would form that Tony would ultimately always be thankful for.

"Oh, I wanna take it back!... " "No, no, no, you can't retract it!"

Who would've thought it?

Tony Stark has a sister looking out for him, after all.

Note: Here are some Tony and Nat friendship for you! This one isn’t exactly a solid fix it but one with a more of hopeful ending. 

The Bro Code by Sullen

Summary: In a world where the Winter Soldier is found years earlier and is named Tony’s godfather, Zemo plays a different R-rated video and Siberia goes a little differently.Or –Steve breaks the bro code.

Note: This is just too cute and wholesome not to include. 

WIP

Used to be Mine by Fangirlingmanaged

Tony can't even recognize himself nowadays.

Note: This one certainly deserves a place at the heavy angst category because that’s what it is. HEAVY ANGST AND HEARTBREAK.

[abbatoirablaze]

Electric Love, Chapter 11

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of violence, smut, unprotected sex, handjob, sexual tension.

"We could head to my dad's place for Christmas...you could see where I spent the better part of my childhood," she said over the phone, "What would you think about that, Steve?"

"You really wanna force me to spend more time with your dad?" he chuckled across the line, "doesn't he already hate me enough?"

"He doesn't hate you."

"No, he's just ignored every opportunity to come to our apartment when you invited him."

"He's busy too, you know. Running Stark Industries…being Ironman…takes up a lot of his time."

Steve acknowledged the sigh that she'd let out.

He knew that not seeing her dad and Pepper had been tough on her. So, he put his personal feelings aside, "We can go see him."

"Really?"

He smiled as he could hear her lighting up over the line. It made him smile.

"Really," he agreed as he finished packing up his gym bag, "I'm leaving the gym now so I should be home in fifteen minutes."

"Alright," she replied. He could practically hear the happiness in her voice as she tried to continue on the conversation. He laughed, knowing that her mind was already making a million little plans for Christmas with Tony and Pepper, "I didn't know when you'd be home, so I ordered a pizza...probably gonna call my dad just to let him know."

"Sounds good," he smiled, "I'll see you in a bit."

"Love you."

Steve smiled, "Love you too."

As he hung up the phone and threw it in his pocket, he bit his lip. Sure, they'd dated for six months...but that was the first time they'd said they loved each other.

As Hannah hung up, she realized just what had slipped out of her mouth.

She said she loved him. And he said it back. She felt as though she was almost in a daydream until a knock on the door brought her from her thoughts. She opened it just in time to see Steve paying for the pizza and the guy handing it to him and walk away.

"Well, that was quick."

She felt her heart race as she stared at the man in front of her. He gave her a small smile as she moved aside to let him into the apartment. As he passed, she closed the door, and he put the pizza down on the entryway table, "hey Blue."

She smiled at the nickname as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly. They shared quick small kisses with one another, the smiles building into full grins as they enjoyed their moment together.

"How was the workout?"

"Good," he acknowledged, "the phone call I had after it though was even better."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, between kisses, "and why was that?"

"My girlfriend said she loved me."

"Funny you should mention that" she said in an amused tone, "my boyfriend told me the same thing."

He chuckled, letting go of her, and he picked up the pizza again, heading to the kitchen. She happily followed after him, "you get to call your dad yet?"

"No," she admitted with a shake of her head, "honestly, after our call I just kind of got lost in the idea that you love me."

"Me too," he nodded, "I don't even know how I made it home...don't remember driving at all."

"Steve!" she gasped, "that's dangerous."

He chuckled, "I'm a guy in love. I was lost in the moment. I'm sorry."

She laughed as he handed her a plate, "no you aren't."

"You're right...I'm not."

He grabbed his own plate and the two of them moved to the living room, cuddling up on the couch as they talked about how their individual days went before the phone call. And then the tv came on.

The couple looked at it, unsure of what was going on. The rainbow bars popped up, with a circle of rings and a symbol.

"Steve?"

"What's going on, sweetheart?"

"I-I don't know," she muttered. The screen blacked out for a second then a figure appeared. The two both had the same thought as they looked towards the closet where their suits were, "check your phone. See if there's anything from Fury or Maria."

"Mr. President," the man on the screen began, "only two lessons remain. I intend to finish this before Christmas morning."

"Nothing!" Steve commented.

"Me either!" she said nervously.

The two watched the screen, a familiar feeling of dread coming over them, "Meet Thomas Britches. Good strong name. Good strong job!"

The camera panned to a man on the floor. The terrorist sitting down cocked his gun and held it to the man in the suit's head.

"Babe, do something!" Steve demanded, "open a portal or something!"

"I-it doesn't work like that, Steve," she said worriedly, I have to be able to see it. To know where it is. I have to have been there otherwise I could put myself into a wall or lost in the white space."

"Thomas here is an accountant for the Roxon oil corporation," the terrorist began, "but I'm sure he's a really good guy. Now. I'm going to shoot him in the head. Live on your screen in 30 seconds. The number for this telephone is in your cell phone.

"The phone!" she said excitedly, jumping off the couch and out of Steve's arms, "if-if he picks it up, I can get a location...I can get somewhere close!"

"That won't be close enough to the hostage!"

"No," she said in a defeated tone, shaking her head, "i-it won't."

Steve's jaw clenched as the couple turned back to the tv, "America. If your president calls me in the next half minute Tom lives. Go."

It wasn't even ten seconds later the phone began to ring. Hannah released the breath she was holding in and smiled, "that's right you bastard...pick it up. Pick it up and I've got you..."

Steve stood up, ready to jump if she opened a portal.

"On second thought," the terrorist smirked. The gun went off and the blue faded from Hannah's hands as she was shocked that the terrorist killed the man, "There's one lesson left President Ellis. So run and hide. Kiss your wife goodbye. And your children. Not a single soul. Not your army. Not your red, white and blue attack dogs can save you. I'll see you soon!"

And then the screen went black.

Hannah felt like her heart was racing as she looked to Steve.

When Hannah and Steve got a hold of Fury they were told to hold back. Ironman and the Iron Patriot were on it...but if they needed backup, they would be first to be notified. When Hannah convinced Steve to fly with her to Malibu, she was grateful that she didn't use her portals, and pointed out exactly why she has to see the places she's going before she opens one and jumps through.

If she'd done what he'd suggested, both of them would have been dropped into the pacific.

It didn't take long to figure out that Tony had offended the man known as the Mandarin.

And it had taken Hannah even less time to figure out that Happy had been attacked, Pepper had been abducted, and her father went after them. And when they had managed to get to the hospital, Tony was pulling in to have the shrapnel removed from his heart.

It was a long, and convoluted story, what had happened, but Pepper told her as soon as they were sure that Tony had made it to recovery safely.

Hannah was glad that her family was alright.

But Cap blamed himself on keeping her away from them.

"Good morning soldier," she whispered softly to the open air. Steve's arms went to wrap around his girlfriend so that he could give her a present of his own, but the only thing he wrapped his arms around was her pillow. Rolling onto his back he sighed, his morning wood already annoying him, "Oh Steveee."

He smiled as he felt her hands slide down his bare chest as her body felt like it hovered over his.

"You're playing a dangerous game, blue."

Her giggle along the shell of his ear sent shivers down his spine. He went to grab at her, but his fingers came up with nothing. Opening his eyes, the kisses along his jaw faded, and the way her fingers danced at the hem of his pajama shorts disappeared.

A phantom touch.

"That's not fair."

He could hear her giggling somewhere else in the apartment.

"So, help me god, if you make me come find you." he warned playfully. Getting out of the bed he watched as she used her powers to make it after him. He sighed to himself happily, imagining what future Christmas' would be like with the woman he loved. As his bare feet padded down the hall, he noticed the little things that she did for the two of them. The Christmas lights blinked down the hall in pattern as older Christmas songs played on the record player.

As the next song started, he smiled.

"Santa baby," she sang, "just slip a sable under the tree...for me. Been an awful good girl."

A contented smile came from his lips as he passed the kitchen and the smell of vanilla French toast and freshly brewed coffee, and bacon invaded his senses. The dining room had two plates already set out, the steam coming off the plates and out of the cups.

And Steve imagined a few Christmases from now.

Would there be carbon copies of themselves running around, padding to the Christmas tree?

Would he have her in his lap as they exchanged gifts?

As he came into the living room his breath hitched in his throat. She was laying beneath the tree on her back, a plush Santa hat on her head, chocolate-colored tendrils splayed across the floor of the apartment, that victory red lip, a perfect pout on her face, her doe eyes watching him hungrily.

As his eyes trailed down her form, he held back a groan. A bow was wrapped and tied around her breasts, just barely covering her nipples. The only thing covering her lower privates was another bow, just barely covering her unclothed cunt. And finally, her outfit was finished by cherry red heels, that made it seem like her toned legs went on for days.

"Good morning, soldier," she repeated, her silky voice sending Steve damn near feral, "looks like you've been a good boy."

"Looks like it," he said huskily, eyeing her body down, "Santa gave me exactly what I wanted."

She smiled, and Steve felt his heart race as she stood, facing him. Taking the few steps over to him, he went to wrap his arms around her, but she delicately placed his hands back at his side, "have you really been a good boy though?"

He nodded a 'yes,' quickly, and watched her movements. She placed the cap on his head, and kissed at the corner of his mouth, before her hands slid down his chest and one went into his pajama pants, gliding over his achingly hard length.

"Well, I've been an awful good girl," she whimpered softly, "and I wanna open my present first."

Steve, was so lost and scrambled at the sight of his girlfriend, had thought that she'd meant the actual gifts he'd bought for her, and he made a motion to grab them from beneath the tree. But she held onto his hand, and he spun around, "I-"

"What are you doing?" she asked, her hands reaching for his pants. She dropped to her knees and pulled them and his briefs down with her before her doe eyes looked back up at him again, "I said I wanted to unwrap my present first."

He watched as one hand rested on his thigh as the other started stroking him with slow, languid movements. Unable to keep his eyes open and watch his girlfriend's actions, he gasped, watching her through half hooded eyes.

"Hannah," he moaned softly. His eyes shot open momentarily when she took him into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she worked him over, taking every inch that she could, "oh god."

He wanted to thrust, but she had a firm grip on his thigh, letting him know that she was the one in control of what happened and how fast, and when. As she hollowed out her cheeks Steve groaned, unintentionally jerking his hips hard against her. His hands tangled themselves in her hair as she started massaging his balls.

"Please," he whimpered, "I'm gonna cum."

"Hmm," she hummed, taking him into the back of her throat again. The vibration of it had him stretched tight on the edge of his orgasm, and she released his cock. He whimpered once more at the loss of the sensation, and she got off her knees. He blushed, noticing that the two of them had made a mess of her lipstick, but pulled her in for a bruising kiss regardless, "I love you, Steve."

"I love you Hannah," he moaned. He delicately removed the bow from her lower half and smirked when he noticed the part against her cunt was wet, "looks like someone isn't such a good girl."

"Looks like maybe you'll need to show me how to be nice then," she smirked. He picked her up and carried her over to the couch, before delicately bending her over the back of it. She was about to question it when she felt his hand run up the length of her spine and stop between her shoulder blades. The other, held his cock as he lined it up at her entrance. As Steve entered her, it felt like there were explosions going off in her head, "FUCK."

Steve blushed, still never having gotten used to the fact that his girlfriend thought he was huge. And then his eyes went wide as he remembered he hadn't stretched her out like he normally did.

But it was too late now.

He looked to her face and saw that she was already blissed out of her mind, impaled on his cock.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yes," she whined as he started to pull out. He stopped when it was just the tip of himself left in her and she whimpered, "no...I wanna feel you fill me up, Steve. Please."

"Say it again, baby."

"Fill me up, Steve," she pled as he started thrusting into her at a dangerously slow place, watching her eyes. It looked like she was already fighting off the idea of her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he continued to torture her, "I want you to cum in me. Please Steve. Cum in me."

Chapter 12

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Defending Peter Parker (Round 2: Tom Holland)

Here <- Andrew Garfield

Soooooo I'm doing this cuz I'm bored to show y'all how dumb some of your arguments and criticisms of the live action spidermen are. I did Garfield already. I'll do Maguire if someone shows me where people have hated on his spidey cuz all I ever see for him is people treating him like he's the most perfect Peter Parker to ever exist. I'd never tell anyone how they're "supposed" to feel about a situation so I won't do that and also don't take this seriously I'm just a dumb teenager. I'm just taking the dumb opinions y'all like to pass as fact and rebutting them with actual facts.

"hE's OnLy So PoPuLaR bEcAuSe He'S hOt"

😐If this is your main critique of Tom Holland's spiderman, pls go find another one. This is so overused. The "they're only famous cuz they're hot" excuse has been used for every hot actor/actress ever. At this point, it isn't even real criticism, you just come off as lame. And yeah, alot of people like him because he's hot, but that's definitely not the only reason.

"hE's NoT sPiDeRmAn. He'S iRoNbOy!"

UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH okay let's get to it. (If you can't tell, I really hate this argument)

1) Let's be real. The fandom pushed irondad wayyyy more than the actual movies did.

2) If you still use this argument after Far From Home, you missed the whole point of what FFH was supposed to be.

I was scrolling through tumblr and I saw a great point that someone made.

That entire movie was about him coming into his own as a hero, facing his problems head-on, and dealing with the threat by himself. That was the point of the whole movie. Yes, he had the Stark tech to help him make a suit, but he designed it himself, and then he went up against a threat that had incredibly powerful Stark tech at their disposal and still won. By himself. Everyone was asking who the next Iron Man would be and Happy even flat out said "You're not Iron Man." Because he isn't. He came into his own. He is established now.

Peter started the movie a bit lost without Tony and just wanting to deny his responsibilities and get away for a while.

He ended the movie finally accepting himself for who he was and even having to fight against Stark technology. He had to rely on himself and instead of worrying about this title that's been put on him, he has to just go with his own instincts (all the way down to his web shooters running out and having to literally just rely on his mind and his body) and look his responsibilities in the face. Idk a better way for him to have broken out of being "ironboy".

3) Plus, they needed some way to bring Spiderman into the MCU. And Tony is practically the MCU's Bruce Wayne when it comes to "adopting" children. Of course he was gonna be the one to bring him in.

"He HaS tOo MaNy MeNtOrS! tHeY nEeD tO sToP hOlDiNg HiM bAcK aNd LeT hIm GrOw Up AnD bE aLoNe!"

Hahaha no.

Tony- okie dokie that's only one

Happy- Happy Hogan is not Peter's mentor. He literally helped him out in ONE scene. That is not enough to be a mentor.

Mysterio- He is also not a mentor. Storywise, he was Peter's scapegoat to caste his responsibilities onto because he didn't want them/feel he was worthy of them. And then later he was a villain. Just because the two have one small pep talk, doesn't mean he's a mentor.

I think most ppl that say this stuff really just don't want Peter to have any help. What you guys fail to realize is that getting help does not make you any less of a hero. You can still be a solo hero and get a peptalk every now and then. Batman, Superman, Ironman. They all get help from people in their movies and I don't see anyone complaining about it or saying they need to be alone.

Also, grow up? This dude is literally a sophmore/junior in high school. They talk so much about how he's literally a kid. Alot of the spiderman comics take place with him still being in high school. He doesn't have to be an adult. And as far as maturity goes, it's not like he's a dumb kid. He's just a teen doing what teens do.

"nO uNcLe BeN!"

Come on guys. How many times have we seen this origin story? We all know it.

The story takes place when he's ALREADY spiderman so Uncle Ben is ALREADY dead. (They even have his suitcase in FFH). Just because they don't really mention it doesn't mean it didn't happen. We don't need to see the same origin story again. I mean, does every Batman movie mention Bruce's parents dying in the alley? No. Cuz we all already know it does. Origin stories are integral but the MCU wasn't erasing his, they were simply just starting after it.

And in every spidey story Uncle Ben always teaches him "with great power comes great responsibility". Well if you watch the movies, MCU Peter learns his lessons in responsibilities sooooo we're covered there.

"When you can do the things that can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you."

Yeah yeah we all love Uncle Ben but him already passing doesn't mean the story's bad. That's just where they wanted to start lol.

"ThErE's No ReAl CoNsEqUeNcEs WhEn If LoSeS!"

Homecoming: If Vulture would've won, there would've been more easily accessible alien weapons available for criminals like the Shocker, the Tinkerer, etc. Also Vulture would have been a criminal loose on the streets. Regardless of his intentions, he was a guy willing to kill for what he wanted.

FFH: What Mysterio was doing, even though it was an illusion, was actually causing casualties. His workers talked about it to him over and over again. Especially if the last attack in London (i think?) would have worked, alot of people would have died. Also the world would have been tricked into depending on someone that actually couldn't really keep them safe.

Lol but regardless, Peter doesn't have to be dealing with a gigantic threat. The whole thing about being a superhero is doing what's right, regardless of how big or small the situation is. He's literally fought with the Avengers. I think he's proven himself.

All in all Tom Holland is the best (for me personally). I never have an issue when he's on screen and he's really just so awesome😊

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