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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 20

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TWs/SUMMARY: Explicit content. Some fluffy Bruce Banner lovin'. We know our scientist is a soft dom/service top. 🥺💚 With a Tony twist at the end... Because I am an evil woman. 😏 BRUCE BANNER MONSTERCOCK NATION RISE!

Bruce licked his lips.

Despite the obvious intent to ravish me in the sweetest way possible, Bruce made no move to undress or get physically closer to me.

The man was content to kiss the breath out of me, lightly caressing the side of my face and my neck. With each shared, rushed inhale I slipped deeper into the narrow space between drowsiness and arousal. The scientist's presence had the most peculiar effect on me: all my walls crumbled, paving way to a sense of mellow tranquility.

"Lay down," Bruce whispered, pulling my blanket aside. My skin tingled in the cool air of the room. I had gotten pretty toasty under the covers.

With his palms gently pushing on my shoulders, I had no other way but to oblige. Those very same large hands brushed my neck and slid further under the collar of my shirt, tenderly tracing the lines of my collarbones. I felt delicate in his arms, light-headed.

The quiet thud of Bruce's shoes prepared me for the slight dip in the mattress that followed. With a rustle, the textured fabric of his trousers sweeped and finally settled between my parted legs. He radiated warmth, my body involuntarily arching into it. Bruce's lips found mine, again, meeting in a chaste kiss, moving on to nip and peck my jawline, my throat.

There was something erotic in the slow, sensual yet subdued way the scientist was giving into my desires. He wasn't holding back on purpose, it seemed he was rather fond of taking his time to explore my body, his new playground. It was always hard and fast and easy for me, to just take my pleasure, get it torn out of me with sharp words and clever fingers.

With Bruce it was more of a gradual increase in intensity. He wasn't all over me yet he made it known he was in charge. Our bodies connected only faintly but where they did, it left a sweet, pulling ache. I caught myself leaning into it, following the slow motions with twitches and curves of my own.

"Arms up, Princess," He sounded so calm and steady. There was a new definition to his voice, that low undertone of desire, previously unheard. I marveled at how different my lovers sounded.

My (read: stolen from Tony) t-shirt slid from my shoulders with his help, immediately getting neatly placed next to my pillow. I wore no bra; the regret at not wearing fancier panties had been already lived through by me the moment Bruce's lips first landed on mine. For some reason, I was convinced he wasn't the kind of man to care about the amount or the retail price of the lace on my underwear.

I decided to finally open my eyes.

Bruce sat on his shins in front of me, one intense furious blush the only indicator he was affected by our activities. Seeing his eyes - I had to take that back. Devils danced in his green-ish orbs. The man was enjoying himself, quite a lot.

"Off?" Words and other trivial things I didn't worry about anymore. I tugged on his button-up to indicate my own want to see him, to finally see that firm chest that had inadvertently acted as a pillow for me to cry on more than one occasion recently.

Button by button, Bruce was either teasing or provoking me. Which was fine, for once I was happy to fully relinquish the reigns of the situation to someone else. The man was, and I am not exaggerating, perfect under all those frumpy clothes. Bulky chest with coarse dark hair - I wanted to run my hands through it, all over him.

His shirt landed right next to mine and he came close, mouthing leisurely at the space between my breasts, covering my chest with the warm moisture of his breath. Hot and wet wrapped around my nipple just as my eyes drifted closed again. Arching into the bliss, I moaned softly.

And any other time I'd be embarrassed at how soft and kitten-like was the sound; then, however, I was ready to yowl if that meant he wouldn't stop. One nipple and then the other. Bruce didn't apply anything but gentle pressure. His tongue made a slow, deliberate circle around my navel, dipping into the sensitive spot. I was surprised, my hips twitching. I had no idea it could be so pleasant.

The man's soft chuckles were absorbed by my panties where his breath ghosted over my core. My squirming increased as I was no longer able to contain my excitement, my body remembering on it's own how good Tony was with his tongue, bringing me extasy - he ate me for what felt like hours when he felt I did something exceptionally well. I'd be a rotten liar if I told you that alone wasn't motivation enough to excel at everything.

"I can see you like that, Princess," Bruce observed in quiet joy, moving instead to rub his cheek on the inside of my thigh, the slight stubble producing just enough friction for me to get slightly wetter. Beards were just hot.

"Mhmm," I agreed with him, raking a gentle hand through his unruly mop of curls. Bruce groaned and I continued to steadily part his hair, loving the muted noises coming from the scientist, enjoying his breath returning to elicit shivers all over my lower body.

The gusset of my underwear was promptly moved aside, exposing me to his eyes. I've never felt an ounce of shyness with a man but it seemed that day was one of firsts for me. It was the most exposed and vulnerable I'd ever felt; like a door pried open, my inner world for anyone to see. The urge to close my legs and hide under the blankets overcame me.

"Such a pretty pussy, Princess," Bruce's voice was even rougher now, scratching.

An open-mouthed smooch was placed on my lower lips, a nimble tongue slowly stroking experimental lines through my folds. The man purposely avoided the clit, I was sure. He dove down multiple times to my entrance, lapping up my juices with an obscene noise. A lewd moan followed every time. My hips met his mouth with every movement.

My shameful freak-out was abruptly cut short by the devotion Bruce radiated. His hands firmly gripped my thighs securing his meal in the right place. And eating he was; like a starved man, the scientist followed the noises leaving my mouth to find each and every nook and cranny that made me feel closer to Eden. There was no finesse, only slippery, sloppy movements as I reached my first peak with his name leaving my lips in a strangled moan.

I was boneless, weightless. Bruce pushed me more, delving straight back into the oversensitive folds of my cunt like he hadn't just made me see stars and galaxies. Floating in time in space, not a coherent thought in my skull, my last functioning brain cell on it's long overdue vacation.

"How do you feel?" He asked me once he deemed me sufficiently removed from this plane of existence and deposited me somewhere on another world where everything was light and easy.

"Mm-Brucie," I tried to articulate my thoughts. He must've been painfully aroused himself yet he made no move to be intimate any further. The idea of him holding back and refusing his own gratification nagged at me unpleasantly, invoking a primal hunger deep in my belly. "C'mere, want you."

He climbed over on top of me slowly, stretching his limbs, caging me in the sweet trap of his arms. His pants were gone; I felt the hardness, very sizeable hardness budge against my hip. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him with unseeing eyes and my mouth hanging open slightly.

We kissed lazily for a while, me finally having the chance to roam my hands on his body. He was almost as warm as Bucky - a perk of his own knock-off serum, I supposed. Reasonably toned with a healthy layer of fat, Bruce certainly wasn't ripped or even built like Tony. Banner's body screamed comfort and safety where Tony was all strength and durability. Once again, I marveled at the difference between the two men, finding them both equally appealing and beautiful in their own ways.

Bruce's boxers went to hell and beyond. He was easily the biggest partner I've ever had; both long and thick, my insides clenched involuntarily at the weight of it in my hand, the engorged veins all over the shaft. No time like the present - hiking a leg over his hip, I insistently pressed the leaking tip of his cock against me, swiping it through my folds for extra lubrication beforehand.

The scientist twitched, growling quietly, low and dangerous. "Princess," Bruce hissed, momentarily dropping his forehead onto my shoulder.

"Brucie," I replied breathily, feeling him shudder as the tip breached my entrance. The sting was slightly south of pleasurable, just enough to give me an edge and return to reality. "You're so big," I gasped. The very room I and Bruce were (what felt like) making love. Such a foreign concept. "For the love of both God and Satan, move."

"That's my girl." Giving a watery chuckle, the man obliged, sheathing himself fully within me. I was unprepared for the surge of pleasure - it felt like he was everywhere at the same time. It was unlike everything I'd felt, the burn of the stretch becoming a source of new heights of pleasure.

Bruce's shallow thrusts increased in speed and amplitude as soon as I arched my back, presenting all of myself at his mercy. His movements weren't pounding yet he shook me with every single shift of his hips. "Fuck, so good, my sweet girl," He kept muttering, barely audible. "So tight, so hot, oh God."

The praise only made me clench tighter around him, my orgasm rapidly approaching and finally crashing into both of us with a firm, steady force. His cock throbbed inside me, releasing the seed with force I swear I felt in my guts. I took it all, milking every single drop, there was so much of it. Bruce's release - this one - belonged to me and to me only.

Ever mindful of himself, Bruce rolled over, pressing as close to me as possible, throwing an arm over his eyes. I immediately relocated to make a nest on his chest, idly running my hand through his chest hair. Fascinating.

"Feel good?" And finally he sounded slightly winded. Wow, I couldn't help but wonder what could make him really lose it. What would make him go feral for me. What could trap his breath in his lungs and attach him to me forever.

"Mmm, amazing. You're good at this," My usual snark and sass was returning; I gently teased him. Lovingly.

"That's good to know, it's been a while," He snorted. Must've felt my confusion, too, because the next sentence threw me for a loop: "It's been, uh, years."

Years? For this man?! The universe was unfair. Depriving the entirety of female sex of this man? Abhorrent. "You have quite some things to catch up on," I whispered coyly. "Humbly do I offer my services."

His chest began shaking: Bruce was laughing, no trace of shame, just good-natured relief and happiness in his features. "This is exactly why we love you, Princess. You say the weirdest shit but somehow it all makes perfect sense."

I chuckled, the words spreading warmth - not the physical one - throughout my body and lulling me into a sense of sated exhaustion. I let my eyes fall shut on their own and for the first time in ages, I fell asleep with a calm heart.

Bruce's soft snores kept the bad dreams at bay.

Tony's callous hands roused me tenderly, coaxing the sleep from my brain with grace although there was very little grace about the situation; first thing I noticed upon waking was the sticky puddle between my legs and the sharp smell of sex in the room. Bruce's slightly spicy sweat mixed with the warm vanilla of my perfume. The messed up bedsheets and the warm but empty space next to me.

"Had fun, baby girl?" If Tony's lopsided grin was any indication, I had at least committed some sort of scientific breakthrough. "You know, I had a bet running on when Bruce was going to break his celibacy. If you had waited until next year, which is technically in a few months..." The engineer trailed off teasingly, looking not at all worried about the fact that his best friend had blown my brains out a... Few hours ago.

I cleared my throat. "So, who won?" It seemed only appropriate I ask.

Tony's face immediately fell. "Merlin."

My eyebrows rose. "Didn't take him for the gambling kind." I sat up in bed, stretching the stiffness out of my joints, clearing the sleep from my head with Tony's gaze firmly glued to my naked tits. Some things never change.

"You called him old. That does things to a man's ego," Tony answered dismissively. It was easy to see the obvious pleasure he held for that particular conversation: the billionaire greatly enjoyed it when people gave into his antics and indulged his sometimes childish vices. One of those vices happened to include annoying the resident wizard.

I decided to test the waters. Biting my lip, I gave him an appreciative once-over. "How are you on sloppy seconds?"

He clicked his tongue, eyes sparkling, obviously having expected this question. "I'll join you in the shower. We have thirty minutes before Clint sends Nat down here to retrieve us deviants."

I pranced in the direction of the bathroom, putting an extra wiggle in my walk.

Turns out, Tony had absolutely no problems with sloppy seconds. He was as eager to hold me by my hair, viciously pumping his cock out of me, whispering utter filth into my ear.

His honeyed voice rough, telling me how dirty I was. "You little tart, parading around, making old men drool over you. Fuck, you make me feel like a dirty old man."

I let the sassy remark to be drowned in the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. "I love dirty old men," I moaned. "Want me to get down on my knees for you, daddy?"

"Fuck," Tony's hand tightened in my hair but he made no move to cease the assault on my pussy with his cock. It was steel-hard, deliciously thick and hit all the right places without much effort.

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11 - Badass's against the World

Part 12

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I groaned loudly feeling my arms hanging above my head. My eyes slowly open for me to see my arms and legs are zip tied down. I'm in a lab of some sort. "I was wondering if you're body was healthy enough to still keep you alive." A man's voice made me turn towards the door to see a blonde hair guy in a white lab coat, walking up to me with a evil smirk. Killian, I believe Tony said his name was.

"Why - why would you - need me - alive, Mandarin?" I slurred my words together. My nerves system struggled against me.

Killian chuckled at my confusion, pulling out my orange gemstone necklace that now has more cracks on it. That can't be good. "You miss L/n are a one of a kind creature. You're healing powers run deeper than you know, in your blood stream. So this jewelry is a pour trinket..." he threw it to the ground crushing it with his foot. Oh hell my powers are going to be out of control."You see you're what the world would call a mutant. Born with unique gifts and I want to harness said gift for myself."

He grips my chin harshly in his right hand. "And I intend to get it one way or another...and just in case you think of trying to escape here's some insensitive." He sits a silver ball on the floor for me to see Pepper tied up glowing red and screaming from the pain. I gasped sharply. "Pepper!" Another video came up for me to see Tony tied up on a bed by sip ties like me. "Tony...no!" I sucked out in a whisper feeling some tears slip.

Killian dropped my head as I groan feeling two needles injected into my arms. "Ah! Ow!" I winced to see blood being drained from my body through tubes that attacked to a suit of armor like Tony's. "I'll be back to check on the progress. Hopefully you make it long enough to see me win-"

I spit in his face with my hair all dirty and sticking to my face. "You'll never win against Iron Man!"

He laughs evilily back at me exiting the room. "Yeah right, love. Tony Stark is nothing without his fancy suits and so are you."

Hours later I'm struggling against the injections. My eyes fall heavily before I remember my own words to Tony. "Let's be the badass's we are and beat this guy." Bawling my hands into fists I growled focusing all my emotions to my hands. The energy surged from my hands unlocking my cuffs. I dropped to the ground before something blasted the door open.

"Baby are you okay?" Tony rushes over in his suit, helping me to my feet as I brush my hands over the bleeding to see them heal immediately. "I'll be fine. Let's get this son of a bitch!"

The real Mandarin has Pepper and has hacked the president's airplane. Raising my hands from the crashing plane my suit flies attaching itself to my body. I shoot my thrusters off hearing Jarvis in my ear. "Miss Y/n. I am unsure how your suit is at its strongest copasitive without your necklace."

I fly over grabbing two screaming people in my arms as Tony swoops to four people. "No time for questions, Jarvis!"

Tony and I grabbed hands with the people gently dropping them in the ocean. But Tony's suit got destroyed when a bus hit him afterwards. Rodney, Tony and I climbed onto a large ship as I removed my mask and thrusters. "We need back up.." Tony breaths out as I leaned around the corner, gun raised to see three armed people. Rodey scoffs knocking out the lights. "That's you're department." All of the sudden I hear things flying towards us. Squinting I recognized them as the Iron suit fleet.

I smirked seeing all of them still functioning as Tony orders to Jarvis. "Jarvis, target EXTREMIS heat signatures. Disable with extreme prejudice." The AI voices through the suits. "Yes sir."

Stepped up beside Tony who has his arms crossed over his chest I smirked seeing the suits lock on target.

"What are you waiting for, it's Christmas?" He steps out arms thrown out. "Take them to church."

I stroll up to his side playfully scoffing. "Nah you can come up with a better one line Ton."

He smirks down to me, letting me throw my hands up glowing orange energy from them. "Light'em up, Jarvis!"

The suits all attacked and blew up parts of the ship. Tony and I threw our arms out as the metal attaches to our bodies. Pepper was trapped under rubble as I get blasted to the floor with Tony cutting Killian's arm off. Pepper gets dragged out on a ledge as the red creatures shot at my suit all at once, burning it to a crisp. My suit breaks apart making me collapse. Tony climbs up to save Pepper as the platform under my feet dropped out making me scream. "Ah! Oh god, oh god, Tony!"

My hands gripped the metal railing as I'm swinging over the water, I see Tony reaching out for Pepper as much as he can. "Pep, I got you. Relax, I got you."

Pepper screams out my name holding out her hand for him. "Y/n!"

Tony whips his head back at me then back to her. "Just look at me! Look, I can't reach you any further, you can't stay there and Y/n's gonna die if I don't do this quick. You've got to let go. I'll catch you, I promise!"

Pepper lets go but he missed her hand having her fall in the exposition. I sobbed out in heavy tears at seeing my friend die. "Pepper!" Killian climbed up the stairs as my right hand slipped from the railing. I grunted death gripping the railing in my left hand. Blood wounds open on my face, arms and legs with the wind blowing my messy hair. His footsteps stop banging on the metal catwalk above me. Tilting my head up I see him smirking while his blood turns red from the energy inside his body.

"Y/n L/n you are something, you know." He bends down his hands resting on his knees, looking down at my weakened state. "I mean a innocent shy girl gets born with healing energy powers - but uses them for good. I mean it's unbelievable really, you could've ruled the world wearing an Iron Man suit-"

I groan having my pinky slip off the rail. "I don't want to rule the world, Killian. I'm - not like you and - every other bad guy!" He shakes his head in laughter. "And look where being a hero has got you...I'll make you a deal, love."

"You take my hand and give your powers over to me, I'll let you live..." He stood up holding out his only hand for me while his right foot pushed against my left hand. I bare my teeth together as his foot pushed harder against my hand, my ring finger dropped. Three fingers are the only thing keeping me alive. My gaze shot over to Tony whose collapsed to the ground staring at where Pepper died.

"Or you keep playing hero with your pathetic fiance over there, but keep in mind if you do. I'll kill you...you're choice." Tony gets to his feet seeing my current state so he starts running towards Killian who starts running at him. In that brief window I pulled myself up onto the railing, barely holding on. Tony slides underneath him to stand up and get one of his Iron Man suits on.

Killian spun around staring at me. "You're right Killian. I could be been better. But the truth is...I already am a badass."

I smirked conjuring my powers to blast out of my hands once I let go of the railing. Falling towards the deep water I create a orange shield around my body as I'm inches from the water, only to feel arms wrap around me blasting us into the sky. "Successful catch, sir." Jarvis applauds.

"You didn't deserve her, Tony...she deserved a better friend, Y/n. She was almost perfect" Tony set me down fighting Killian again and switching from suit to suit multiple times. Mark 42 came back as I covered my head from Tony launching the suit to cover Killian's burnside body. "You're right we didn't deserve her. But she was already perfect."

Tony loops his arm through mine requesting to Jarvis. "Jarvis, do me a favor and blow Mark 42." Killian screams as the Iron mask covers his face. "No!" I slide down a long metal baring with Tony sliding behind me. My hands latch onto a metal pole as an explosion goes off. My hands slipped from the heat causing me to roll over on Tony whose laying on the ground staring at his iron mask.

I take a sigh of relief resting my head in his lap but he stiffened for some reason. My gaze fell to see a 3rd degree burned killian limping towards us. Holly hell he's still alive. We blew him up for peat sake! "No more false faces. You said you wanted the Mandarin. You're looking right at him. It was always me, Tony, Y/n. Right from the start. I am the Mandarin!"

Killian gets knocked down by something and my head shot up to see Pepper Potts. Her body glows red like the others did. I gasped seeing an Iron suit locked on her signature. "Jarvis, disengage. Disengage, it's Pepper!" But as the suit fires a blast at her she ripped the suit from the air, growling at Tony.

"Oh, what, are you mad at me?" He questioned scouting away on his butt as I slowly take steps back from her. But she runs knocking down a suit and killing Killian with a hand blaster. She wipes her head my direction as I gasped. "Pepper?"

"That was really violent." She gasps as Tony gets to his feet. "You just scared the devil out of me. I thought you were..."

"I was dead. Why? Because I fell 200 feet?" She scoffs but I throw my hands up slightly stepping closer to her. "Well yes, I mean you fell 200 feet into an explosion so.....I'm happy you're alive though Pep"

Pepper breathes in and out softly, a fire burning behind her. "You know, I think I understand why you don't want to give up the suits....they're badass." I let a chuckle escape my lips as I reached for her hand but she pulls away. "I'll burn you-" I cut in grabbing her hand regardless. "You're not hot. I'm here, Pepper."

"Am I gonna be okay?" Tears start falling down her face squeezing my hand gently in hers. I tilt my head to the ground for a moment, glancing at Tony who steps up. "No. You're in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay." Once he wrapped an arm around my waist I nudge him in the rib, glaring.

"I feel like you learn how to handle a life with you, along the way." He planted a kiss to my injured forehead making me wince. "I'm sorry...romance and adventure with a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. What more could you want in life." I giggled pressing my face in his neck with Pepper lightly smiling.

"Don't worry Pep, I'll figure this out. Because it's what I do, I fix things." She nodded back before his freehand taps his headset for Jarvis. "Hey, Jarvis."

"All wrapped up here, sir. Will there be anything else?" Pepper and I share a confused glance when Tony smiles back. "You know what to do." I gasp in joy hearing Jarvis again. "The Clean Slate Protocol, sir?"

Tony cups my face in his hands making me drop my hand from Pepper's to rest on his arms. "Screw it, it's Christmas. Yes, yes...like Y/n says light'em up." He gently kissed my lips and I kiss back before hearing the Iron fleet flying above us. Pepper's eyes glow in awe with mine and Tony's as the fleet slowly blew up like fireworks.

"So do you like it?" He kisses my cheek once I lay my head on his chest with Pepper's hand in mine as we watch the sky. "I like it, but you know what I'd love?"

He tilts his head down to me. "What's that, darling?"

"If you make me a suit again and we get married tomorrow." I smile wide resting my freehand to his bruised cheek.

Pepper nods to him for a go sign after he leans down capturing my lips with his, passionately. "Consider those two things my top priority, everything with you Y/n L/n."

Pepper, Rodey and I stand outside the surgery window as Tony gets the piece of shrapnel removed from his chest. It was slowly pressing on his heart - killing him. I spin my ring on my left finger since we are getting married today once he wakes up. He said that if we were going to go through everything together than he needed to get the piece in his chest fixed, before I became Mrs. Y/n Stark.

"Y/n what if I burn down the place?" Pepper panics once she's helped me into my dress. I gently take her hands in mine smiling. "Pep, you'll be just fine."

She chuckled softly hugging me. "Gah, look at me over here worrying. When you're the one getting married." I hug her back gently pulling away to loop my arm through her's. "Pepper Potts there's nothing for me to worry about."

The doors opened for me to see all eyes on me, from my family and my friends. Happy had allowed for a few pictures from a small group of press reporters. Okay so maybe something to worry about. "You mean besides the fact that you're marrying Tony Stark/Iron Man."

Pepper chuckled playfully as I feel my heart beating faster. Suddenly something flies through the roof doing a action pose, causing all eyes of the press to turn that direction of the altar, snapping pictures quickly.

Tony steps out of the suit of hot-rod-red and gold with his classically recognizable smile on his face. I let out a breath of relief. He knew how to work a crowd. He held up his hands, winking at me secretly.

"Alright guys, this isn't another fundraiser gala, a random party to reveal my new suit or a red carpet premiere. I'm going to have to ask all of you to wait until after the wedding to get pictures." Everyone tried to object as security ushered them away that is now controlled by Happy. Tony sends the suit away with the wave of his hand, so he can fix his tie in nervousness before locking eyes with me.

"He remembered Pep!" I beamed in joy. He knew how much I hated the press, so he gave them a taste with his entrance so they would leave me alone. I can't imagine a better man to marry. Pepper whispers in my ear once I intertwined my hands with his. "He's nervous but I know he loves you with everything he has."

Happy stands in front of us with Pepper behind me and Rhodey behind Tony. "Do you Y/n M/n L/n, take Tony to be your husband. To love, fight alongside and protect as long as you both shall live?" I smile brightly squeezing his hand once I slipped the grey wedding band on his finger. "I do."

"Do you Anthony Edward Stark, take Y/n to be your wife. To love, fight alongside and protect as long as you both shall live?" Happy turned his attention to Tony, as he slipped my gold wedding band on my finger with a huge childlike smile. "I do."

Pepper stepped up beside Happy announcing to the crowd and to us. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. I present Mr and Mrs. Tony Stark." Tony cups my face in his hands hungrily bringing his lips to mine. My hands go around his neck so I can deepen the kiss when he dipped me a little while the crowd cheered and camera flashes went off around us.

Swinging my legs out of the car door I let my hair out of it's ponytail wanting to feel the gentle breeze. Brushing my hands down my outfit I'm wearing a light orange dress with light brown wedges. Tony gets out of his side of the car dressed in a dress suit. In his hands he opens a paper bag, pulling out his old arc reactor from his chest.

"3...2...1." I counted out for him before he spun it around throwing it into the ocean. "It's gone Y/n. I'm free." He sighs in relief.

I smile pulling out a bag that has my gemstone shards inside. Opening the bag I throw the shards harshly into the ocean as well. My necklace was supposed to be something to keep my powers in check. But instead it held me back from what I can fully do. Tony helped me realize that.

His comfortable arms wrap around my waist as I let myself fall into the embrace. My head resting on his chest as he kisses my forehead softly. "So, Mrs. Y/n Stark...how does a trip to Florida sound?"

I brush my lips against his smiling into the kiss. "Amazing. Nothing holding us back anymore...these badass's have the world at our fingertips."

Tony spun me around gently to cup my face in his hands capturing my lips with his once more before we get in the car. "Badass's against the world has a nice ring to it."

Once in the car he started driving towards the airport as I rest my chin on the palm of my hand seeing everything that we pass along the way. His house, lab and fancy toys are gone but we're still ontop of the world. He glanced my way wearing his sunglasses as we exited the car getting on the plane. Reporters and paparazzi try snapping pictures but I just flipped my shades out, gently holding my husband's hand as we don't look back.

"So, if I were to wrap this up, tie it with a bow, or whatever. . . I guess I'd say my armor, it was never a distraction, or a hobby. It was a cocoon. And now, I'm a changed man. You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. One thing you can't take away. . . I am Iron Man."

Tony once told me as I think about my future with him, my powers, and the future for myself. . . I am Y/n Stark.

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In Hopes That You Remember Me - Chapter One

PROMPT: Tony in the Hospital + Steve being guilty

A/N: This is one of my first attempts to learn how to write a decent story again. Enjoy.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: [for the rest of the story] Depression, Trauma, Amnesia, Comatose

STATUS: Ongoing, Unedited

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Steve has never felt this nervous before.

He stared at himself in the mirror, water dripping from his chin. Tonight was the night.

He remembered the day his relationship with Tony was revealed to the public. Tony had decided it was a good time to sneak a kiss on the taller man's cheek while they looked around a quaint little bookstore just some blocks away from the tower. They could have bought books online, but you know, going outside every once in a while is never a bad thing. Of course, someone had spotted them, took several pictures of him pulling the brunette into a hug and offering a kiss on the forehead before stepping back to take another book of the shelf, he presumed. The next thing they new, it was all over the web. It was posted on any social media platform you can name, and unsurprisingly enough, it gained a lot of attention. Steve wasn't ready to 'come out of the closet' yet, as they say, but he didn't have much of a choice. The public already found out, so he might as well confirm their speculations.

'Steve Rogers and Tony Stark: The Most Iconic Power Couple of the Month'

The two read the article together. It was amusing, to say the least. Very amusing to see the media go crazy over a gay superhero couple. Kind of upsetting to see the close-minded people rant over how they're setting a bad example for the younger generation that looked up to them. Homophobia could never be erased, he supposed.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Knock, knock, Capsicle. You done putting on your makeup yet?" Tony hums from the other side. Steve simply smiled at that, shaking his head. "Hang on, Tony. I'll be out in a second." He responded, taking the towel he had hanging on the towel rack installed into the tiled wall and drying himself off. "You better be. I'm about to fall off what you're telling me to hang onto." Steve only chuckled quietly. This was the man he loved. This sarcastic little son of a bitch. 

"Cap! Come on, snap out of it! We need you-" A voice calls from the distance, though he couldn't quite place who or where it was coming from.

 "Ready for our first date?" The Stark smiled warmly when the blonde finally exits the bathroom, fully dressed in the blue suit Tony's picked out for him. "Ready as I'll ever be." Steve replied easily, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Still not going to tell me where we're going for tonight?" "No. Don't you know what a surprise is, Rogers?"

"Steve!" The same voice. Louder this time. What was happening?

 "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go." Steve laughed, rolling his eyes as the shorter man led him towards the door with a big, content smile. 

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"Steve." His eyes opened. He was back in the real world. Gunshots were heard. Explosions. The familiar whine of the Iron Man suit's repulsors powering itself up into the air. "Wh- What-" The blonde started questioning the events, eyes bleary as he tried to process who he was talking to. Natasha. "Steve. You're alright." The redhead sighed in relief, eyes scanning the blonde for any serious issues. "Nat-" He mumbles, swallowing the knot in his throat. It's all coming back to him now. He was in the middle of a battle. He was supposed to be fighting off his HYDRA twin. Speaking of the guy, where was he?

And what did he do to him?

"Steve. I need you to tell me what he did." Her green eyes were full of worry. "What did you see?" "First date with Tony." He answered quickly, grunting as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He needs to get back into the fight. The others needed him. They needed his help. "Reenaction." The blonde added, forcing himself to stand, using his shield to assist him. God, everything hurt. "Steve, wait," She places a hand on his arm. Steve's attention shifts back towards the spy accompanying him. The earth shakes, and the hulk's yells were heard from a distance. "Nat, we need to get back to-" "Steve. What do you remember him doing? What was the last thing you remember him doing to trigger... Whatever happened to you?" She questioned. It really did seem like an important question. He stood silent for a moment, eyebrows knitting together as he dug through his scattered thoughts and memories, trying to pull something out. "I-"

"Steve?" He turns his head. Natasha. But Natasha was right there, right beside him. He looks back at the redhead that still had her hand resting on his arm. She didn't have the scar from the last fight on her collarbone. He reacted immediately. 

Nat's double landed a hard hit on his temple.

All went black.

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There was a painful ringing in his ears.

Dazed, Steve opens his eyes, finding himself on the ground, in the middle of a battlefield, with large pieces of debris scattered around him. Since when did he get there? Was the fight over? Head pounding and ears still ringing, he struggles to prop himself up on his elbows to get a clearer view of his surroundings. How long has he been lying there? There was a fire in the distance, or at least, he assumed there was judging by the smoke rising up into the sky. A quinjet had crashed nearby and was a total wreck, leaving several of its pieces everywhere. There wasn't really a lot happening by this point. A couple of tree branches were scattered here and there, and glass and concrete from the few buildings (that were very tall, mind you) decorated the ground. Clint was on the other side of the field, helping Natasha back on her feet. The Hulk was nowhere to be seen, probably off to calm himself down, and Thor was somewhere in the sky, as indicated by the low rumble of thunder off in the distance. Why he was still up there, he didn't know. All he knew was that the battle was over. Thank God. Everything seemed okay.

And then, the realization hits him.

Tony. He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

With a quiet huff, he pushed himself off the ground a bit too quickly, resulting in a bad headache and a brief moment of vertigo, but he really couldn't care enough. All he could think of was Tony's whereabouts and his well-being. God, what if he's hurt? Disregarding the pain he felt in almost every part of his body and the fact that breathing was just painful, he immediately went to approach both the Black Widow and her good friend, Hawkeye with a bit of a grimace. "Barton, Romanoff." The blonde greets the two, his voice sounding rather hoarse. "Captain." The two spies nod, casually brushing themselves off as if they'd done nothing but trip. "Any of you know where Iron Man's gone?" He asked, his gloved hands finding their way to the belt strapped around his waist. "Nope," Natasha replied simply. "Last time I saw him he was up in the air dancing with his evil twin." Steve's heart dropped. Where could they have gone then?

Once HYDRA got their hands on Tony, they were in big trouble. That man stores a lot of important information in his head. If they ever got it out of him, the team (and probably the entire human race) will be royally fucked. The Avengers will no longer be seen as heroes. Their reputations will drop like a boulder in water as soon as HYDRA released their 'new and improved' creations. Their counterparts. Hell, they might even be stronger than the actual Avengers. IF they got everything out of Tony. But Steve doubts that'll ever happen. Tony was a strong man. And painfully stubborn, might he add. But HYDRA had their ways to get someone to comply. Mind-Control, Brainwash, Torture, you name it. Tony might be strong, but one of their methods could potentially break him. He ran a hand through the tousled nest of hair resting on top of his head, releasing a heavy, painful sigh as his gaze shifts to the ground. "Right. Okay, Thank you. Um... Go contact SHIELD for me, will you? I have a feeling we weren't the only ones here when our 'friends' came for a visit." The Captain says, letting a bit of a commanding tone lace into his voice, trying to maintain the 'Leader' image he was supposed to have even though he knew it was useless. Clint and Natasha knew just how scared he was. He was fucking terrified. Worried. Hell, he was panicking. He just had to find Tony. He had to.

Both spies replied with simple 'Alright's and 'Okay's, sharing a look before going off to deliver his commands while checking around to see if there were any poor souls that needed their assistance. Steve's gone off to look for that one brunette that always seemed to be getting in trouble. With a throbbing headache and hell-giving rib, he goes on to search for his lovely idiot.

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"Steve!" Natasha's voice crackled through the earpiece. "Yeah?" "It's Tony. We found him." She sounded almost breathless as if she just ran a marathon. Three, actually. "What? Where?" He asks, his heart suddenly picking up the speed as he leaves the injured man he pulled out from under some rubble in the care of the parademics, turning to take another scan of the field where a major clean-up process organized by SHIELD was taking place. "Your three o'clock. Parademics are taking care of him. He's breathing, but..." Her worry was palpable by the way she speaks, and at that, Steve suddenly felt like he wasn't going to like what he was about to discover. Was it bad? What happened to him? "I think you should see for yourself. It's not that horrible, but it's... Something." She didn't know how to say it. She didn't want to be the one to deliver the bad news. "Yeah, okay. I'm coming." Comes his simple reply, voice breaking, spotting the redhead near a group of uniformed parademics who offered a small wave at the captain. The blonde jogs his way over, worry and fear becoming more and more noticeable as he got closer. The Iron Man suit lies near a pile of rubble, lifeless, the blue in its eyes, reactor and repulsors non-existent. A large chunk of the titanium-alloy armor was missing, probably shot off. In other words, it was in pretty bad shape. And then there was Tony himself, eyes closed, breathing slow and not so steady, blood staining the ripped clothes he barely managed to throw on before the battle was called, red staining the side of his head, seeping out onto the ground where he lay. There was quite a lot of bustle as they worked to track the brunette's wounds and give them attention, which they did in record time. Steve's heart practically broke. In all the battles they've fought together, he's never seen Tony in this state, and that was beyond terrifying. Natasha appeared beside the taller blonde, smiling rather sadly. "I'm sorry, Steve. He'll be alright. He'll be back to himself in no time, alright?" She says, in a fruitless effort to comfort him. The supersoldier couldn't speak, so he simply nodded, eyes still set on the brunette in the parademics' care.

The next few hours were a blur of activity. The EMTs taking Tony into an ambulance, requesting a teammate to tag along (Steve did just that, telling the others to still report to Fury on their behalf, asked them to tell the director what had happened, that he would get in touch as soon as news comes available), the brunette being taken to the OR, leaving the Captain to wait anxiously. He was seated on one of the armchairs set against the wall, bothered by the fact that he was still wearing his uniform, not as clean as he'd like to be. He received some treatment for his own minor wounds (well, as minor as a broken rib can go), and he was very much thankful for that despite knowing they would be gone in a few hours. The blonde's shield rests against the wall, occupying the empty space behind him as he fiddles with the pages of those magazines the hospital provided, trying his best to reassure himself that Tony would walk away from this just fine. Occasionally, a child and an adult would enter the room, with the kid eyeing the supersoldier curiously, probably wondering why he was here, of all places. At least, that's what he assumed. He did hear about some children talking about how superheroes didn't need anyone to give them medical attention because they were so 'cool' and 'strong'. It didn't make much sense, but he let them believe what they want to believe.

Time went on, and Steve spent it suffering quietly with everyone that went in and out of the waiting room. He was growing restless, but he refused to leave Tony. He will wait as long as he needed to for Tony's reappearance.