#maybe steve and rhodey or clint

[pandagirl45]

Bucky seeing Tony being partial eldritch horror then going "Oh good God damn, I'm harder than diamond."

Tony fearing he is going to he outed by bucky because he saw him. Also the little weirdo saw him and his mom but didn't lose his mind. (Hint bucky mind is already messy). Tony freaking out about the government and magical government finding him out and coming for his ass.

Tony and Bucky unintentionally start dating. Tony momma says "you found a life partner now let him breed you."

Tony horrified and even more confused. He just found out he was a little different person age 8 when he got slimy and all tentacle. Jarvis is the true MVP.

Bucky questioning if he can get Tony a bouquet of fishes drenched in mercury because tony is into that. Squids especially. Bucky didn't pay sam to let him use his boat to get the pretty space god interest.

Bucky definitely isn't having questionable thoughts about what those teeth do.

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #104

Fic set a while after Civil War where Spider-Man has been kidnapped. Tony, desperate, breaks down and calls the Rogues for help.

All of the Rogues notice how dedicated Tony is to finding his friend. It'd be admirable if it wasn't also kind of terrifying. He doesn't even seem to have the energy to still be mad at them; he's completely single-focus.

(Maybe Steve even tries to apologize and Tony just stops him like, "God I do not have time for this. Help me get Spider-Man back alive and I'll forgive you." "…just like that?" "Yes. Why are you still here?")

All of this leads to a raid on a Hydra base. The team finally locates Spider-Man, who has clearly been the victim of brutal medical torture and is kind of out of it and terrified and…is a kid?

The team is shocked. The kid is still freaking out (maybe he's drugged, or just that traumatized, or he doesn't recognize these armed strangers and thinks they're with the kidnappers), when Tony finally bursts into the room.

Peter chokes out, "Dad?"

Big hugging crying comforting scene, Tony's holding onto this kid desperately, terrified, and the Rogues behind him are just like… ?!??????

How did none of them EVER KNOW that Tony had a son? Is this new or has he been there the whole time? Now that they think back on it, it's clear that Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy knew what was going on. Clint recalls Tony's frantic behavior during the search, recognizes the protective, panicked way he's holding onto Peter, sees how even though Peter is still crying, he's also melted onto Tony now, like he can finally trust that he's completely safe. He reflects on his own past judgements of Tony and feels inexplicably ashamed. Steve is, predictably, guilty and heartbroken. They're all just so shocked.

...did they ever know Tony at all?

[anika-ann]

Seven Minutes (S.R.)

Type: TWO-SHOT, independent, canon-ish

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 8700

Summary: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.

Maybe you should have. Whenever Tony or – god forbid – Loki gets involved, it’s bound to end up in a disaster. Only this time, the victim of the shenanigans might be your heart.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, (unprotected sex, fingering, glimpses of size kink and praise kink, soft hints of D/s, mirrors, possessiveness;), alcohol, a drop of angst, language (a lot)

A/N: written for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge. Prompt in the final notes. I toyed with it so much that it might have been cheating 😅 dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

Part 1: Seven Minutes in Hell

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.” ― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

The party had died down; or as Tony said, only the fittest had survived. Banner, drunk on Asgardian liquor, let out a sensible chuckle at the words and fell asleep as he was, sprawled over one of the couches in the communal area, which looked more like a war zone than an aftermath of a giant party.

It wasn’t the mess of empty bottles and glasses and cushions having been thrown around at some point. It was the skeletons. The fake blood. The few smashed pumpkins, literally beaten to a pulp. Luckily, the one single torn-off arm which some idiot had smuggled in despite the strict ban on those, based on the fact that at least half of the guests suffered some form of a PTSD, had been kicked under the bar and covered by a cloth as soon as you had found it. Tony, despite already finding himself in a drunken haze, agreed to kick the asshole who had brought it out. Steve had shot you a grateful look when you had asked Tony to do so. Bucky – thankfully – never learned about the tasteless joke ever taking place.

Unlike the space, the Avengers had an aura of comfort around them. Lying around, some chatting sleepily, chuckling every now and then, some talking animatedly with a few friendly nudges under the ribs, they lounged in the area and welcomed the 1 a.m. announcement by Friday with relative grace.

Except for Tony, who booed and proceeded to glare at every single conscious Avenger present, one by one; Natasha and Clint comfortable on one couch, Steve and you on the other, Thor filling out a huge armchair, Rhodey looking a bit small in the other in comparison, Wanda practically lying in a lounge pug with Vision hovering by her like a guard, Helen and Maria crossed legged on tiny tabourets, Sam and Bucky, having been fighting each for their space on the couch, now sitting carelessly with Bucky’s feet against Sam’s thigh. And then there was Loki, spinning slowly in his egg chair he had charmed up and kept up in the air with his magic, Pepper having reluctantly sat down in the other which Loki had graciously made for her with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, guys! Just… boooo! This party is dying! We need to shake things up!” he called out theatrically, standing in the middle of the Sleepy Hollow with judgement written all over his face. Then, he lowered his voice, a wicked smile twisting his lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I do.”

At least four distinct snorts sounded around the group at his poor impression.

“Really, Tones?” Natasha questioned, probably referring to both his acting skills and the suggestion.

“I do want to play a game. It’s called let’s go to bed,” Bucky groaned, rolling his shoulders and throwing his feet back to the ground, startling Sam in the process.

“The night is still young, Barnes,” Clint huffed despite his eyelids barely staying open as he kept twisting a rubber imitation of femur between his fingers. “You sound like an old man.”

“Oh? That coming from you really says something,” Sam pointed out, a good-natured smile curling his lips; at the same time, Tony hummed: “Or a kinky one.”

“I must say I agree with Stark this once,” Thor boomed, nodding thoughtfully as several voices groaned at the gleeful grin lighting Tony’s face. “There seems to be a lull to these revels and it is indeed too soon to retire to bed. The sun has not even risen yet!”

A single clap of hands and Tony was gesturing towards Thor. “See! The Asgardian agrees with me. I must be right.”

“I bet he’s already regretting his words,” Steve noted, drawing a small chuckle from you.

In all honesty, you would be inclined to agree with Bucky on this one. Going to bed sounded heavenly, but there was one huge disadvantage to bed compared to the Sleeping Beauty Castle the Halloween party had turned into: the company wasn’t nearly as good. You weren’t greedy – you wouldn’t need all the Avengers present to come cuddle you in bed. Just one would do. The one whose thigh occasionally brushed yours as you talked about anything and everything, all kind smiles and a slightly tipsy spark in his gorgeous blue eyes which were complimented by the treacherous midnight shade of his one-size-too-small shirt.

“Now, now, Captain. The other Asgardian agrees too,” Loki’s voice slowly sneaked in, something in his tone causing your heart to skip a startled and yet excited beat.

Loki was… a friend. After trying hard for redemption, he had begun to join the Avengers business on occasion, his magic always proving to be of enormous help. His humour was a little wicked and twisted, but his heart was not nearly as dark as people had believed – or even he himself had. You sensed Steve’s wariness towards him still and understood his reasons; and secretly, you revelled in the worry Steve expressed whenever you spent time with Loki, which the golden-hearted captain feared you did so with a little too much trust.

The only reason why you wouldn’t throw it back to Steve’s face that he was questioning your judgement was the fact he had admitted he did actually not do that, ever – but simply cared for your safety – and that fact that he attempted to be as respectful about it as possible. That and the heartwarming knowledge that he thought of you, one way or the other. Maybe him being the person who was giving out the gentlest hugs could have played a role as well. Or perhaps even that you had – like a silly, silly girl – fallen for him long time ago and would let him not only get away with murder at this point, but probably also ask him if he needed any help to hide the body. Because you’d either believe him it was for a good reason that he had committed the crime, his moral compass just about perfect, or simply because he deserved the most loyal friends and loved ones he could get.

The sudden heavy thud snapped you back to present, causing you to jump in your seat. Steve’s warm hand covered yours in an instant, gaze trailing to you to make sure you were alright. As he gently squeezed your hand, you glanced at him and shot him a grateful smile.

He let go as soon as your gaze returned to the source of the noise: a large closet now standing a few feet from the seating area.

“How about this?” Loki suggested, calmly beckoning to the piece of furniture having just appeared out of this air.

“Do you… want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Wanda, suddenly wide awake at the stronger present of magic, questioned.

“Why not? I was under the impression Midgardians enjoyed this game during a party.”

“What are we, thirteen?” Sam asked, eyebrows creased sceptically.

“…going on thirty? Good movie,” Clint hummed, his grin showing pride at his reference.

“Ew, no-“

“Do you even know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is about?” Natasha asked, her expression intrigued; you had no doubt her mind had already begun to race as she tried to decipher the trickster’s motivations.

“Yes. I am quite pleased by the concept. If we play, perhaps I will be lucky enough to spend some private time with lovely Lady Speedy.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze found Loki’s, a provocative smirk twisting his mouth. Interesting. Maybe even intriguing. Except it was not; at least not for the reason one might think. Loki was not at all interested in you. If he had, you would have known without a shadow of doubt. He wasn’t one for subtlety; if he had had an eye on someone, he would make sure to court them, persistently so. Or perhaps he would simply take.

No, Loki had not spent time thinking of you, much like you hadn’t spent time thinking about him.

There was only one Avenger whose company and love you longed for and had for the longest time – and you wouldn’t be surprised if Loki knew. What you hoped he had no idea about was the fact that you could have had it, once.

You could have had Steve, but you had mucked it up, too shocked to yes when he had asked. It had felt too fast, too surreal to be even happening – Steve Rogers asking you out for a cup of coffee – too good to be true.

Naturally, in a very Steve Rogers fashion, he had been too polite to disrespect your decision or let it negatively impact your blooming friendship back then; he had not made a single attempt to ask you out again since. In return, you had been too embarrassed to explain yourself – to explain that you felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, if not in the universe, that you would have jumped at the chance if he as much as hinted he was still interested – and in a very mature way, you never mentioned it again.

That was fine. You and Steve had become friends. Perhaps even good enough friends to mention it as an awkward memory; and only that, because you doubted that he was still carrying a torch for you. He had even briefly dated with Sharon Carter after the incident; he clearly moved on, because there was nothing to move on from. You had barely known each other back then. It wasn’t like you broke his heart or something. You just decided mess up what could have been a beautiful relationship.

Instead, you had a comfortable caring friendship. That counted as a win, yes?

And if you ended up in a closet with him for seven minutes now, you would, once again, acted like mature adults and… hug or something, yes? You would not give in into some stupid game and kiss him just because you’d have an excuse to do so. You would not be tempted to--- no. You respected Steve too much for that. You would never make anything to make him uncomfortable; if you had, you would not only not deserve to call yourself his friend, but even a decent human being.

And you were not thirteen anymore. You knew better. The awkwardness would not be worth it; the rejection would not be worth it. Losing the gift of Steve’s friendship would most definitely not be worth a few seconds of Heaven, of testing whether his lips were be as soft and gentle as you thought, if they tasted like you dreamed of. Knowing whether he would respond, whether he would kiss you, whether maybe, just maybe, there could be the faintest traces of seeing you differently than a friend and colleague.

No, the stakes were be too high.

“Hm… I think we should play,” Natasha said, earning at least five shocked stares, including yours.

“What?!”

“We should definitely not,” Steve protested, leaning forward with a very displeased frown, his eyes burning as he glared murderously at Natasha for entertaining the trickster’s whim.

“I mean… why not, after all? Two people in a closet, in cramped space? What is not to enjoy?” Bucky added, clearly changing his mind about going to bed. He was next at the receiving end of Steve’s disapproval.

“Ask a claustrophobic, I’m sure they’d come up with a reason or two,” you hummed, earning a sardonic ha ha from the dark-haired supersoldier.

“I mean… who knows. Could be magical,” Tony wiggles eyebrows.

“Are we back to 13 going to 30?”

Wanda, Pepper, Maria and Sam said NO with impressive coordination.

“I must say I am intrigued as I cannot quite see the appeal. It would be an enriching experience for me to understand. What is the worst that can happen?” Vision questioned.

“You did not just ask that,” Sam complained.

“Please tell me it’s just a closet and not some sort of a portal to Narnia?” Pepper chimed in, Loki’s smile surprisingly pleasant as he turned to her.

“It is simply a closet, my dear Lady Potts.”

“I don’t know, you guys, it still sounds like a pretty bad idea,” you chuckled nervously as you felt the air shift towards agreement to participate in this ridiculous game.

“Seconded,” Steve grunted by your side – but it was too late.

“Too bad, I’m getting an empty bottle,” Tony blurted out as he practically sprang after the nearest bottle indeed.

It was the perfect opportunity to walk away; it was the last chance to get out.

You didn’t.

Perhaps you didn’t want to look like a coward. Maybe you didn’t want to be a party pooper. You guessed you hoped they would scrape the idea after one round, because they would realize the game was lame and boring. Maybe, just maybe, a little part of you wondered if something interesting would come out of it – and you didn’t want to miss it.

Those were the things running through your head when you walked side by side with Steve, cursing the universe or some sort of physics cheat Tony had pulled or maybe Loki’s magic. Because of course it happened. Of course, the bottle pointed at you – and then on Steve.  

Could have been worse, you reasoned with yourself. Could have been… yeah you didn’t know who. Bruce who might turn in to the Hulk while in there was asleep, so he never was an option.But it was too late to back out now.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you walk in first, offering a hand, a gentle smile on his face as he rolled his eyes at your friends being children. You squeezed his hand and smiled back, grateful – and calm.

Yes, being with Steve in such tight space with the knowledge what the game was about sent a few tempting thoughts into your head – but you’d be fine. You’d just chat, privately; you had done that countless times before, late night talks and maybe even your head resting on his shoulder when you got too sleepy to sit straight. You’d be fine.

Steve climbed up after you so you stood face to face, flashing you one last comforting smile. And then Tony closed the door behind you, leaving you in utter darkness.

Your first thought was that the inside of the closet was a lot smaller than it had appeared from the outside.

Your second thought was that perhaps that was not the fault of the closet or your eyes; the sheer width of Steve’s shoulders and other proportions of his body which had starred in too many of your dirty dreams and innocent fantasies alike were to blame instead.

Your third thought was that the air was becoming a little too hot and heavy to breathe a little too fast and that you weren’t certain you could last seven full minutes in this space where it felt you might as well already be wrapped in Steve’s arms. The subtle tones of his woodsy cologne, the heat radiating off his skin, the faintest light peeking through the door reflecting in his slightly ruffled hair and in his eyes, caressing his features the very way you always wished.  

Your fourth thought was, incidentally, less of a thought and more of an emotion – a red hot one at that. The flash of anger that ripped through you honestly took you by surprise, and hit you too hard to be ignored.

Because this was stupid.

This game was the stupidest thing possible that your friends could come up with. Steve was entirely stupid with his brilliance and courage and care and morality and outrageous handsomeness and most of all with giving you hope once that you could be good enough for him, that there was a glitch in the universe large enough that would somehow made the two of a potential couple. And you, oh you. You were the most stupidest of it all. To allow yourself to hope as well. To not let go of that fleeting seconds when the light of Steve Rogers was in your reach and you stood there like a dumbass without grabbing it, never speaking of it again then and yet still carrying a torch for him for two idiotic years.

Maybe if one of those things had been different – most likely of all, you – you could have been making out now. Maybe, you would feel his gentle touch in these shadows; or maybe hungry touch even. Maybe, because your friends were nosy assholes and drama queens, they would have banned you from participating in this in fear that they would have to disinfect the closet after you got full seven minutes in here.

Instead, all you had was a tentative brush of Steve’s hand to your elbow and the kind rumble of his voice, laced with worry.

“Hey, Shines. Are you okay?”

Ah yes. Another maddening thing: Steve’s sweet nickname for you. Where others called you Speedy – because of how quickly you had finished the intelligence test and made your way up in the Initiative – Steve had expressed his distaste in the nickname because just around the same time, he had learned about the modern term “speed”. Apparently, he did not like the idea of calling you something that reminded him of amphetamines. So instead, he had once admitted, he converted it in his head to the speed of light. And so Shines had been born.

The affection he sometimes spoke the single word with – the affection you longed for and mostly only imagined – was perhaps even more idiotic than your lack of reaction to his slightly shy advance two years ago.

For someone with your IQ score, you really were surrounded by stupidity and radiated it generously yourself.

The chuckle that escaped you tasted bitter on your tongue. “Why, sure. You?”

Even with the limited amount of light, you could see Steve’s searching gaze clearly. You could practically hear his mind whirling, wondering where the sudden ire had come from.

In an instant, you felt bad for snapping. Your trouble and your insecurities nor your anger at yourself were something he deserved to bear consequences for.

“I’m… fine,” he said after a while, kinder than you would have in his place. “Is there anything I can do to make the ‘sure’ better?”

Yeah, you thought. There were quite a lot of things; either put his mouth on yours – or elsewhere on your body, you weren’t picky – or maybe stop being so damn good of a person and being so damn loveable all the time when he didn’t mean anything beyond friendship by his behaviour.

You swallowed the once again bitter note and charmed a smile, your hand covering the back of his, still softly resting on your elbow.

“No. But thank you. I’m… sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he replied, eyes still searching. And soft. So annoyingly soft and caring.

You lowered your gaze and gulped, not finding it in yourself to respond. What could you even say to that?

The problem with Steve was that even if you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel him looking at you. At rare times, it felt like a punch, if he got truly angry with you – when you did something he considered stupid and dangerous as if you hadn’t been quite inspired by his own bravery – but at other times, like this, it felt like a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of tea pressed to your hands when the blues came knocking on your door.

No words were spoken for a long minute. And then, like you should have known they would, Steve’s arms carefully pulled you to his chest and wrapped you in a hug which felt just like his gaze a moment ago; except this feeling was real. He sucked up all your anger and frustration you into his chest with ease, breathed in once, then twice and unlike you, he simply let it go, allowing you to soak in his affection instead. 

You could cry at the sweet gesture. Sweet, sweet Steve: deadly force, righteous passion, beautiful soul and infinite kindness locked in a body of a gentle giant.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, arms tightening just a fraction.

“Any time.”

You felt your lips curl up in a smile too, allowing yourself to bask in the goodness he was. Strong embrace, but kind. Almost too hot to touch, like a sun, but somehow still feeling like sunshine instead. Lips soft as they touched your hairline, fingers gently running through the length of your hair-

You stiffened. It felt too good; it felt like what you wanted but didn’t actually have. Steve Rogers did not kiss you; not your cheek, not your lips, not your forehead or the crown of your head.

Or at least he never had before.

“Steve?”

His smile was a little bashful as he retreated, his hand sliding down your hair, holding your chin in gentle hold you could easily escape should you want to. But you didn’t. Why would you when his thumb caressed your cheek, eyes firmly holding your gaze even as his smile was slightly shaky?

You didn’t dare to stop whatever this was; because this was what you wanted. Whether this was Steve giving into the game only or anything else, you’d take it. Because you didn’t start it, you didn’t force him into something you wanted. He initiated it; he held you as if you were something precious all on his own. If this behaviour expired in a few minutes, well. At least you would have a sweet memory to cherish, wouldn’t you?

“I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your eyes must have been wide – even ridiculously so – at the admission, your heart like a thunder in your chest and in your ears. You… certainly you must have misheard. You must have misinterpreted what he was trying to say. That was not right. Was it?

“…you have?”

His smile widened, eyes full of good-natured amusement. “I’m always thinking of you, Shines. I’m honestly surprised I’m keeping it so subtle that you are this shocked by the revelation.”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. You must have breathed in something. You had too much to drink. Tony sneaked some edibles into the refreshments – yes, that had to be it.

But then the even more rational part of your brain chimed in: you could never dream up something as detailed. And Steve would have been immune to the drugs. He hadn’t drunk too much of the Asgardian liquor from Thor’s flask either.

You were both perfectly sober at this moment – as insane and surreal as it felt. Did Steve really…? You swallowed the slightly hysterical giggle trying to claw its way up your throat.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t make fun of this, would you?”

Steve’s eyes grew serious even as they remained kind.

“No. I wouldn’t,” he assured you, the slightest hint of offence in his tone. “You’re just… you’re everywhere. I try to focus on work, but you’re always on my mind. That smile, those pretty eyes. This… this drive and passion you have and turn it into hard and good work and kindness. Those gorgeous, gorgeous lips…”

You licked again them on instinct, not missing the fact that Steve’s gaze flickered down at the motion.

No way. No way.

You had hit your head. This was a fever dream, this… this was all you wanted and needed, it couldn’t possibly become true all of sudden. Right?

But if this was a fever dream, you might as well enjoy it. If it was reality, even the better. Because Steve Rogers was serious in matters of heart – he was most definitely not pranking you. So if he was saying he had been thinking about you, you had no reason to doubt him.

There rarely ever was a reason to doubt Steve Rogers.

“I… I think about you too,” you reluctantly admitted, his lips suddenly so, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke only one word in response.

“Good.”

The first touch to your lips was nothing but tentative; nothing but temptation and yet everything you could ever want. His hand cradled your face like precious porcelain and his kiss was like one of an artist asking his muse to allow him into her favour. Warm and soft; his lips were as soft and gentle as you had always thought they would be. The tender brush of his fingertips to your face however made your first kiss all the sweeter, as did his smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he released your lips. The giddy feeling burst inside your chest with intensity you couldn’t possibly contain.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna have to agree with good,” you whispered; and before you could feel silly, Steve’s low chuckle echoed in the limited space, his thumb tapping your lips.

“Yeah.”

That was the only warning you received before his mouth were back on yours, letting you taste that smile of his; his arms, still around your waist, pulled you closer against the hard planes of his chest, the sensation reminding you that you could in fact too do more than simply lay your hand on him. He appreciated your initiative with a content hum, the vibration against your lips sending pleasant shivers down your spine and into your belly. When he deepened the kiss, his touch on you growing firmer, angling your head to his liking, you felt like you could melt from the inside, all nerves on the most beautiful fire.

Your startled sound when your back bumped into the wall of the closet drowned in Steve’s mouth, your parted lips but an invitation for him. The sensations were quick to rise into your head like a heady wine and suddenly only seven minutes in whichever alternate reality you felt as if you had entered seemed unfairly short. Your fingers flexed in the material of Steve’s shirt, his large palm sliding to your hip and squeezing. His hips rocked ever so slightly against yours and the semi-hard bulge pressing against your core had you whimper his name just as his lips moved to your jaw.

“Love hearing my name like this from your lips, Shines,” he whispered like a secret into your skin, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh and nearly causing your knees to buckle. I’ll say it as much as you want, you wanted to say, the words stuck in your throat, only a breathy Steve coming out again, much to his apparent delight. “That’s it. Wanna hear it more… but not here.”

The flash of a rationality was brief; before it could take, his lips were back on yours and you felt yourself falling, leaning into his touch, hands wandering over his exquisite body, hips rutting forward at the beautiful, beautiful groan your touch elicited from him.

I did that. He wants me, he wants me like this. I want him. I need him.

The simple thoughts occupied your brain, a last portion of coherency you managed as his palm slid to your ass with purpose and pressed you against his hardness in a promise of what was to come. You decided that you could die a happy woman right there and that you needed his mouth on your more than you needed oxygen; you grabbed onto his face, pulling his lips back to yours, rewarded by a deep kiss and both of his hands grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with a little too much vigour.

You succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, head spinning, the world passing by in a blur.

It didn’t matter how you got into his room next; it didn’t matter, not when his hands were on you again, an absurdly polite can I? as his dextrous fingers slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, a kiss to every inch of the newly revealed skin, leaving nothing but hunger for more in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he praised as he mouthed at your skin, the new endearment causing your heart to tremble, stomach fluttering pleasantly. “The times I imagined this, imagined you… turn around, Shines.”

You’d swear that you would let Steve Rogers get away with murder; but asking you to turn away from his hot lips, that was toeing the line of insanity.

“Steve-“

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he cut of your protests, strong hands simply spinning you around.

He rewarded you for the lack of resistance by placing his hand over your stomach, skin hot even over the thin fabric, pressing you back against his chest and his more than evident arousal, lips attaching to the column of your neck, sliding the other strap of your dress down. Instinctively, you leaned your head back, exposing your throat to him, a small but sharp nip of teeth sending a fresh wave of arousal into your core.

Long fingers slid up your throat, turning your head so his lips could meet yours again, demanding and yet so giving, hand inching from your belly down your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress and causing your breath to hitch.

God, you needed him. You wanted him in every way possible, but if this was what came before he’d take you out, you had zero problem with that. You needed to feel him.

The please escaping your newly freed lips sounded almost pathetic to your ears, but Steve clearly disagreed with your assessment.

“Oh sweetheart, you sound so pretty like this… and look at you,” he rasped, nudging you to actually look ahead, only for you to realise you were now facing the tall mirror of his closet, gaze setting on your own face, dominated by the kiss-swollen lips and pupils blown up by lust. “Gorgeous… and you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart for me. First on my fingers and then…”

You shuddered when his fingers finally slid under your skirt, caressing the lace of your thigh-highs, chest vibrating against your back with an appreciative hum. Your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, only to find his eyes laser focused on your face in the mirror, flashing darkly when his fingertips found the soaked fabric of your panties and pressed.

“So wet for me, Shines. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can’t wait to make you mine… you want that, don’t you?” he whispered, your lips parting wordlessly and at the very moment, he pushed the offending fabric to the side and dipped his index finger in your slick. He stroked a few times, coating his fingers in your essence and entered you with two with laughable ease. You pushed your hips forward on instinct, already needing more.

“Steve, oh god-“

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, free hand pressing your back to his front, hardness digging into our ass. “I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…”

Vainly wriggling against his strong hold because that was exactly what you wanted, you caught his smile in the mirror, his lips pressing softly against your temple as his fingers begun pumping in and out of your tight channel, stealing the breath from your lungs. Resigned and secretly thrilled by his dominance, you leaned against his chest, letting your head fall back against his strong shoulder, praying he’d give you more soon.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out altogether, painting your inner thighs with your slick, stepping back, leaving you cold and empty.

“St-“

His hand landed gently on your shoulder, his other hand easily sliding the zip of your dress down your back, letting it fall to the ground. Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your stockings, soaked panties and lace bra, you shuddered under Steve’s hungry gaze; but at the same time, the adoration and admiration shining from his gaze even made your stomach flip and stopped your hands from self-consciously covering yourself at least a bit.

You weren’t shy. You weren’t ashamed of your body; but goodness, Steve’s eyes trailing the length of it, taking in every inch of bare skin and appreciative of how the fabric hugged the parts still covered made you feel like a goddess. A muse.

His gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, his smile soft before it earned a lustful edge.

“You’re a piece of art, Shines…” He stepped back to you, lips attaching back to your neck and his fingers pushed the panties down and let them slide down your legs, hand sprawling over your pubic bone and teasing your core with his fingers again. “And I’m going to appreciate that in every way I know… but you’re gonna watch. I wanna watch you as you fall apart for me, and I want you to see how beautiful you look when I make you mine. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t think. You nodded at the promise of pleasure, instantly rewarded by three fingers stretching you, one of your hands landing on his wrist to keep him inside, the other grabbing at his head behind you. You felt his smile against your neck before he sucked on your skin, setting a punishing pace, this time letting you meet his advances. The sight of his large hands over you was insanely erotic; his size and strength captured in a repetitive picture, your muscles contracting as you tried to encourage him to give your more. The pleas seamlessly blending with his name were falling from your lips as the pressure inside you built and built, the wicked curl of his fingers nearly having you reach for the stars.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Steve-“  

“Watch, sweetheart,” he reminded you feverishly, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, dark, pleased and unabashedly on you taking his fingers one moment, on your face contorted with pleasure next, the sheer hunger in his gaze aimed at you only adding fuel to the heat in your abdomen.

You tried to keep your eyes on your pair, you truly did, just to please him, just to gain more. It earned you a whispered praise to your ear, a sucking kiss on your throat and circling motions on your clit.

That had you were done for. Your eyes fluttered close as you clenched around Steve’s fingers with a breathless cry, ecstasy exploding inside you and lighting your body on fire.

You could feel Steve’s burning gaze on your still, but he didn’t push you again, didn’t deny you just because you didn’t give him what you couldn’t at the moment, too wrapped in your bliss. Of course, he didn’t. He was still Steve; much filthier than you imagined, but still himself. Warm and safe, holding you close when his motions slowed down, prolonging your pleasure, still supporting your weight when your legs nearly gave out. Chuckling silently with an adoring soft kiss to your jaw when you breathed out a thank you, thinking about the fact he caught you, probably sounding as if you were thanking him for absolutely ruining you with his fingers only, not so subtly showing you that you might not survive when he’d turn it up a notch and actually took you.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he whispered into your hair, carefully pulling out his fingers as not to hurt you. “Even more beautiful that I imagined.”

You shuddered, unable to respond with words, turning around and chasing his lips instead. He obliged and kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around you close, only now having you realize he was still fully clothed himself. And that the way his had cock pressed against his slacks must have been painful at this point. For that reason alone – that he put your pleasure before his, as you knew he would – you would sink to your knees in an instant if your core wasn’t already throbbing for him.

“I want you,” you said against his mouth, revelling in his smile and the playful nip on your lower lip he graced you with upon your admission.

“Good. Because I need you. I need to see those pretty lips parted for me and unable to speak anything but my name when I fill you up so well you’ll never even think about another man again,” he said slowly, letting every heavy syllable sink into your skin and have your already racing heart nearly give out – and letting your lips loose.

“Yes. Please.”

When you suddenly found yourself in the air, held firmly in his arms and carried to the bed, you couldn’t find the shame in you to be bashful about your needs.

Because when he sunk into you and delivered on his promises, you felt like you entered another plane of existence. When his hands grabbed onto you, his body an art piece you could feast your eyes on and touch, you suddenly understood his need for a mirror, for a glimpse from every angle, the absolute beauty of your bodies together as one, of seeing him lose himself to pleasure of his own.

His chants of endearments, praise and mine echoed in your ears, your lips indeed only remembering to speak his name, whisper it and scream it. When he lifted you to your high two more times, filling you with his spent to make you his indeed, you knew that you would be his forever; you had been for a long, long time.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

“Yours, I am yours.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly realized you never knew darkness could feel so violent to your eyes. Steve’s deeply concerned gaze was firm on you, frown settled in his brows, both hands on your biceps holding you as if you were about to pass out any second.

His relieved breath brushed over your face, shoulders sagging.

“Thank god, Shines. I was starting to get worried. Are you alright? It’s like you went to a completely different place for a moment there.”

Why were you standing? You had been just lying down, the heat of Steve’s skin seeping into yours from your back and his arm wrapped around your middle as you had fallen asleep.

“What?” you rasped, feeling the ghost of the soreness in your throat as you nearly lost your voice having screamed his name. You blinked again as the image of his beautifully red parted lips trembling with your name flickered in front of you, disappearing just as fast – replaced by him growing worried by the minute.

In a closet. You were in a closet. The sound of idly chat and chuckles dimmed by the walls of the closet reached your ears. The party was still in a sleepy swing; a stupid game was still on.

The realization was like a bucket of icy water dumped on your heated body, all-consuming confusion swallowing all your thoughts.

But… how? You--- that wasn’t- you had been to Steve’s room. He had—- he had kissed you, right here, a dream coming true when he admitted he was still thinking of you and was ready to act on it, his hot soft lips, his hands, deliciously long thick fingers, wickedly dextrous as they sneaked between your legs, opened you up for his--- he had stretched you so good, in every way imaginable, his gaze so dark as he watched you both in the mirror, so sweetly and devilishly delighted at filling you up to the brim, making you his-  

“Okay, that’s it, Shines. We’re out of here-”

“No!” you blurted out, horror seizing you at the mere thought of coming out to the light right now. With you face flushed; with your core painfully empty and slick even as the aftershocks of your orgasms, having felt so real, turned from echo of pleasure to mortifying all-consuming shame. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m fine. I just… I must have had too much to drink and zoned out.”

“You didn’t drink that much,” Steve opposed swiftly, his gaze so unnerving, and could he just stop, stop looking at you like he cared, so sweet and nice and so frustratingly not yours even if the affection in his gestures felt all the same as in whatever fucked-up dream experience you just had just been through. “We should-“

“Please, don’t-- they’re never gonna let us live this down if we bail,” you argued lamely, unconvincing even to your own ears, feeling tears burn in your eyes and desperately trying to stop them from showing.

“Fuck that. It’s just a stupid game.”

‘Fuck, look at you. I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…’ echoed in your ears, so crystal clear you would have sworn it had happened – but what other evidence did you need that it was just a wild creation of your mind?

Steve didn’t love you. Steve didn’t want you this way. It had never happened. You were still in this closet in the dark, blinded by the light his persona, this time annoyed since the light only hurt your eyes.

And you heart. Your stupid little foolish heart.

“…yeah. Yeah, just a stupid game. Just… so so stupid,” you muttered, no longer talking about the game – and unable to stop the tears from coming anymore.

You laughed bitterly, understanding nothing, but not caring, even more irked at the alarmed expression on Steve’s face when he noticed the few glistening drops rolling down your cheeks.

“Shines… what is it? What can I do to make it better?”

His hands, having been burning a brand onto your biceps, shifted, one caressing your arm, the other rising to your face; and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the touch, not when it meant less than what you wanted and needed, not when his fingertips brushed your cheek as if it was something precious to him – not when you knew it wasn’t.

You stepped back out of his reach hastily, your back hitting the wall; but not without catching the flash of hurt on his face when you rejected the affection and comfort he was offering.

“I’m sor-“ The words died in your throat, the sudden almost electric shift in the air making your hair stand on end.

As fast as if you snapped your fingers, Steve was no longer looking at you.

In fact, he wasn’t looking at anything.

Your stomach dropped.

“…Steve?”

Your whisper was tentative, but your step forward was not. Heart thundering in your chest, your eyes roamed his suddenly expressionless face. What the hell was happening?

Gulping, you reached out for his hand with yours; but as you squeezed, his hand remained limp by his side.

“Steve, can you hear me?”

Frustration and shame swiftly forgotten, your fingers slid to his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It fluttered under your touch like a hummingbird; but with how fast your own heart was beating, it might have been that you could feel your own.

You went to a completely different place for a moment there, you recalledhis words, real words, right after you found him observing you with concern rather than pulling you to his bare chest after an intense session of fucking.

Whatever had happened to you, be it blamed on alcohol or anything else, was clearly happening to him now. That or you accidentally triggered some kind of a flashback with the way you had reacted. If you had, you’d never forgive it yourself; but you’d have time to feel like an asshole later. Now, Steve needed your help. Fast.

Except you had no idea what was actually taking place in here, let alone how to solve it.

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

You were not going to stay here another second. Not when Steve, sweet kind Steve who deserved the world, was stuck in some strange trance you might have caused.

You were just about to bang on the door of the closet with all your might when a gasp for air had your head snap back to Steve so quickly you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

Your hands were on his arms to steady him before you could think about it twice. Relief flooded your body when his gaze unmistakably found yours, even if he stared at your wide-eyed, clearly rattled by whatever had just happened.

“Shines?” he rasped, blinking a few times as if to adjust his sight to the darkness again, following the lines of your arms to where you were holding onto him with confusion. You swiftly dropped your hands, his frown only deepening at that.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I--- I think so?”

The uncertainty in his voice and the suddenly unreadable emotion in his face made a lump grow in your throat.

“Yeah, the fact that this sounds more like a question than an answer really tells me you were right,” you stated, feeling small as you saw Steve had trouble finding his footing. As his friend, you had the privilege to see him vulnerable more often than the general public, but that didn’t mean the fact he seemed clueless and slightly lost now was still unsettling. “We should get out of here, right now. You were staring blank ahead for at least a minute. You really scared me, Steve.”

His eyebrows shot up as he learned that was what happened.

“I was…? That’s what-- you scared me too. You were staring into space before too... What happened to you in that time?” Steve queried, gently despite obviously being affected himself. “Do you… do you remember any of it?”

You let out a small distressed noise, heat of shame flooding your body all over again.

Yeah, no. You were not going to tell him what exactly happened, regretfully only in your head.

You rarely lied so blatantly, less so to Steve, but these were desperate times. You’d rather keep at last some of your dignity.

You licked your lips. “I… I just zoned out. And then suddenly you were here, asking if I was sure I was okay. You?”

His eyes searched your face for a moment as if he could sense your lie – or at least lack of complete honesty. Yet, he didn’t press, swallowing loudly instead and giving you a shaky smile.

“…yeah. Yeah, same. That was… strange.”

No kidding. You believed him losing consciousness the way he had was strange indeed.

Except when you zoned out, you dreamed of a world where Steve railed you into oblivion while watching you both in a mirror. Until now, you thought that shoving you against a wall and hauling you up in those enormous arms and railing you like that would be more than enough to satisfy your cravings, but apparently you were wrong. But never mind that, right? You could be flexible… flexible enough, in more ways than just one. God knew sex with a man as fit as Steve might require some stretching.

You licked your lips again, mouth feeling dry at the memory. And yet. It wasn’t all a memory. He still was so close, watching so intently. Almost as if… no.

You laughed without a trace of humour.

“Yeah, well, maybe Stark laced the walls with something when he was closing the door-“ your voice trailed off, eyes growing wide as you entertained the wild thought. “Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Honestly, it would be a perfectly plausible explanation. In fact, you wanted that to be the explanation; it shifted the blame. You and Tony could share the blame for the inappropriate images still flashing in your mind at least.

Not to mention that theorizing was the most welcomed distraction you could get in the tiny space growing hotter by the minute, full of Steve’s masculine scent seeping into your skin and making your underwear even damper by the second.

“Hm…” Steve hummed, intrigued, his concern melting into outrage. “Loki suggested the game and made the closet. Whatever happened could be on him.”

You frowned at the implication, instinctively protective of the god of mischief; Tony was the kind of guy who would pull this kind of shenanigans using precisely the fact Loki might end up being blamed while he’d laugh his ass off.

“Tony didn’t exactly protest, maybe he just jumped at the chance.”

“Hold on a second… do you think they would team up? To deliver some sort of an advanced Halloween prank?”

Your first instinct was to say no. The thought was absurd. Loki and Tony tolerated each other at best, Tony being one of the people having the hardest time forgiving Loki for the destruction he had once caused… when it suited him. Other times… well.

“I’m…” you hesitated, “I’m not sure, actually. But I know I’m not laughing.” For sure.

Steve face was serious as he observed you, worry creeping into his expression again – you only hoped he forgot all about your earlier outburst, even as you were aware that was very unlikely.

“Can’t say I do. Once we’re out, this game is over.”

“Yeah, good idea,” you agreed instantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

He seemed a little flushed, a little shell-shocked still. Then again, you imagined you did too. At least you hoped you did; you hoped Steve couldn’t read you like a book… and you hoped Wanda was smart enough not to enter your mind while you were in here.

Oh god, Wanda.

“Yeah… but that’s only cause it’s not a terrible imposition to be here with you of all people,” Steve said lightly, a ghost of a genuine smile curling up his lips, an unvoluntary smirk passing over yours at his choice of words.

“Well, I’m honoured not to be a terrible imposition to you, Captain,” you sassed, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. “I suppose there are worse people to get stuck with.”

“Such a compliment,” he threw back readily, eyes twinkling. Minutely – and you would swear it – his gaze flickered to your lips.

You heart started racing. You only imagined it. There was no way. Was there? Or…?

“Shines, I… there’s something I think I should tell you,” Steve said slowly, voice turning surprisingly soft.

You blinked, the feeling of déjà-vu hitting you like a train. You had to be dreaming again. There was no way he said those words, not so tenderly, not-

The door opened so suddenly you had to squint against the flood of light; light as harsh as the truth, overtaking all of your senses.

You stumbled out of the tight space with a deep breath, the colder air sobering you up fast.  Whatever Steve was about to say, it didn’t matter; it was probably your mind playing tricks on you again and if it wasn’t, it was probably just words of consolidation he came up with at the spot, an attempt to sooth whatever had bothered you before. Nothing more.

Because whatever you had fantasied about in the closet, it was just that: a fantasy. True, one you weren’t aware you had, but a fantasy nonetheless.

Steve had long moved on from asking you out two years ago. Whatever could have been, you had missed your chance then; he was just being friendly. He tried to offer comfort, because that was what he did. Even when you hurt him by your rejection of it, even when he was rattled himself by whatever he had experienced, he tried to comfort you again what could be two minutes later, because that was what good friends did.

Not a terrible imposition – that was what he said, after all. Even as you knew he probably chose the words on purpose to distract you and amuse you, it was not exactly a declaration of love. There was nothing but friendship between you, not from his side and that meant you would keep it that way unless you were ready to risk it all.

Which was going to be never.

As Steve firmly announced that the game was over, contrary to the booing from several Avengers, you wondered what it would take to rename the stupid activity to Seven Minutes in Hell.

Part 2

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Thank you for reading 🥰 I hope you had fun! Leave feedback if you have the energy and time, we love interaction in this house💕

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Prompt: 7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

Many thanks for Jamie for hosting this challenge and stirring this sleepy fandom to life 🥰

[s0ulsniper]

Avengers + more reacting to their s/o wearing a suit.

Warnings: None, just fluff and maybe suggestive content if that's offensive.

Included: Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Loki, Thor, Clint.

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

This idea I got from @lavenderacademia in their recent post. Go check it out !! <3

Use of feminine nicknames but it is all gender neutral!!

Also, if you want me to add anymore people please comment or DM me. I added as many people as I thought of at the moment, I've thought of adding Carol and Rhodey.

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Bucky:

– Even though you were telling him you were planning on wearing a suit to Starks party for the past week, nothing could prepare him for ACTUALLY seeing you.

– He knocks on your door, he's already ready.

– You yell back "one second !" and he patiently waits while you finish up your attire.

– After a minute he hears you tell to come in.

– He softly opens the door and tracks around the room until he finds your figure standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches.

– He totally did not stare for the longest, frozen in place.

– "Buck, what's wrong?" 

– That snaps him back to reality and he quickly apologizes.

– You definitely laugh at him.

– He's just very proud to have you as his date.

– Wolf whistles when both of you walk in.

– He has the biggest smile on his face.

– Proud Sam and Steve.

– He would never hear the end of the stories you told about him when he first saw you.

– Overall just silently flustered.

Steve:

– you both always get ready together, so while he got ready you went in the bathroom quickly to throw your outfit on.

– Once you were done you walked out of the bathroom and he smiled so quickly, wasting no time in showering you with millions of compliments.

– "You look so gorgeous."

– "I'm so lucky to have you."

– Would not stop.

– Even days after, he would still compliment you about it.

– Wherever you guys were going he made sure to always have an arm around your waist, or holding your hand.

– Made sure to buy you flowers and your favorite drink.

Tony:

– Obviously, you were the first to hear about when Tony was hosting a party, so you already had what you were gonna wear in time.

– He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a message to you asking if you were ready. 

– The message played over the speaker and you sent one back telling him to meet you in the living room on your floor.

– Whenever he got down to the living room and saw you sitting on the couch he immediately started smirking.

– Definitely snuck up on you trying to scare you, but gets mad when you throw something at him.

– Compliments, compliments, compliments.

– Throughout the whole night, the majority of them were wholesome but there was always a comment here and there that was definitely suggestive.

– Bragged on you to everyone for weeks.

Natasha:

– You always end up planning date nights since she is always caught up in work.

– You made sure to plan it when she wasn't busy and surprised her with flowers and a ride to both of yours favorite restaurant.

– When you knocked on her door and texted her you were outside she confusedly hurried to the door.

– But of course, her suspicions were true when she opened it to see you holding flowers, and dressed in a suit.

– She was definitely smirking the entire time you were explaining what you planned.

–Could not keep her hands off of you, but obviously liked the privacy more.

– She loved everything you did for her of course, but couldn't wait for the both of you to get home.

Bruce:

– There was a grand opening of a new restaurant near the compound and you two planned to go on opening night, you had already got the reservation.

– Even though you both hated going in crowded areas, just the general public, Tony had convinced you both it would be fun.

– You were getting ready at your friend's house, when he texted you telling you he was on his way to pick you up.

– You finished up and packed all your stuff up from the visit and talked with your friend until you heard a knock on the door.

– You heard your phone ping and you said your goodbyes to your friend.

– "Good luck y/n, have a good date!"

– "Thanks f/n, see ya!"

– He saw the door open and saw you and his knees almost gave out.

– Bro was immediately put on life support.

– Would not stop complimenting you, even though half the time he was just mumbling and stuttering, you knew what he meant.

– He was red the whole dinner, and that definitely didn't help already being nervous.

-You guys ended up leaving early to go home and cuddle up to watch a movie.

– cannot get the image of you in a suit out of his head for weeks.

Thor:

– You two have been visiting Asgard for about a week when Thor asked you to join him at an Asgardian party being hosted by him.

– you had a while to get ready and choose to wear an Asgardian suit that Loki suggested oddly enough.

– Even though they don't always get along, you trust that Loki knows Thor enough to suggest wearing it.

– Well, it was a beautiful outfit so really who wouldn't love it?

– You hear Thor's boasting voice from down the hallway and smile walking out the door.

– You have never seen him smile so brightly.

– He was so proud.

– He would be bragging and yelling while having you pulled close beside him.

– "THIS IS LADY/SIR Y/N, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"

-Compliments you loudly the whole time.

– Can't wait to get you alone. 

Clint:

– you know he has to make an appearance to all Tony's parties.

– Obviously, even though you were already going, he made a grand gesture of asking you to go with him.

– He knew that you were so excited because you bought a new suit and he was so eager to see you in it.

– You knocked on his door ready to go down since the party started around 20 minutes ago.

– You guys always made a grand late appearance, stayed till the after party then disappeared in the middle of it.

–I'll let you guess what you guys do when you disappear.

– He opens the door and pulls you into his arms softly dancing around the hallway.

– You guys laugh for the longest and he twirls you around like a princess.

– After a while you guys walk down hand in hand ready to absolutely destroy everyone on the dance floor.

– Needless to say, he is so thankful to have you by his side. 

Loki: 

– Let's just say he was the one who asked you to wear a suit.

– Of course it was an Asgardian dark green, black, and gold suit.

– Even though you guys were just going out to fuck around with people and grab food you both love fashion and overdressing for everything. 

– When he saw you walk out of the bedroom while he was waiting in the kitchen for you to finish.

– He definitely considered kneeling for you.

– "Even though it takes decades for you to get ready, it's definitely worth it to see you in your glory darling."

– Compliments in the most random of times.

– Holds your hand almost the whole time so everyone knows you're his.

– Just makes him think about how much he loves you and how excited he is to spend his life with you. 

– Suggests everyday for at least a week that you should wear it again.

Wanda:

–Tries to mentally prepare herself.

– While you're getting ready she tries to peak so many times.

– silently sits on the edge of the bed tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

– When she first sees you, you can't see a change in her face but inside she's contemplating risking it all.

– You have to remind her to breathe.

– She's definitely thinking about some stuff the whole time.

– probably reads people's minds around you guys to make sure no one thinks about taking you.

– prepares to fight anyone that comes in a 20 foot distance 

– tells you how beautiful you are 100 million times.

– She has never felt so lucky.

Peter:

– It was the night of prom and you had just finished getting ready.

– He really wanted to see what you were wearing because a couple weeks before you asked what color his tux was.

– He knocked on your door, your parents telling him that you were upstairs.

– you hear him faintly call your name from the hallway and you tell him to come in.

– He walks in and immediately starts lagging.

– "I- wow. Wow you look wow. You look amazing y/n"

– red as you've ever seen him.

– won't stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you look.

– won't let you out of his sight.

– Tony and Bruce will be hearing about it for years.

Sam:

– You were going with him to a party for a mission that Fury assigned to you.

– you gave the idea to match with him.

– "We're matching suits. Whether you want to or not."

– complains, but deep down is so excited.

– Bucky will definitely be stuck looking for suits with you online.

– You make him get out of the room and sit in the living room so you can do a grand reveal.

– you play music from a speaker and walk out.

– He's laughing but he's also blowing up.

– Full breakdown on the inside.

– Bucky just smiles seeing you guys act so stupid.

– will aggressively compliment you and find a time to dance with you when you finish the mission. 

Pietro:

– While you're getting ready he will probably try to secretly peak with his speed.

– although it's not easy to hide when you feel a gush of wind hit you when your fan is off and the window is closed.

– "PIETRO STOP PEAKING !!"

-"...sorry" you hear yelled back in the quietest yell you've ever heard.

– impatiently runs around the city.

– You yell to him that you're done and in an instant you have him in front of you pulled close with his hands around your waist.

– "You look ravishing, princessa.'

– Glares at anyone who even glances at you.

– "Why are they staring?" in the most puppy dog voice you've ever heard.

– "They're staring at you piet."

– Won't let go of your hand or arm.

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[aurumacadicus]

Oh no just had a really mean thought.

The team thinks that Tony's a guy who would love rollercoasters. He's a thrill seeker to his core. He drives fast cars and does barrel rolls in the suit that make even Rhodey turn a little green at the thought. The only one who can really keep up with him is Carol, and she goes ashen when she hears Tony blithely explain how he learned (and subsequently fixed) his icing problem when he first went into the upper atmosphere.

So they are stunned when Tony starts gathering hats and cellphones and purses and goes to sit down in the shade until everyone has ridden their fill at the theme park.

"We can take turns holding stuff," Bruce offers, because he's not going to ride all of the rides. Just a few. More would be a strain. "You can ride the next one."

"I'm not getting on a rollercoaster," Tony says, voice clipped, in such a way that even Clint doesn't want to wheedle him.

Everyone keeps asking throughout the day, though. They don't want him to feel left out or neglected. This is a team bonding experience! It doesn't seem fair that they're all having fun while Tony is sitting out. (Tony procures a fruity cocktail from somewhere, mostly to wave it at them aggressively every time they ask.)

Steve goes to grab his satchel to sit with Tony and maybe do some practice sketches when he notices Tony's grip on it very deliberately change from white-knuckled to casually loose. It doesn't make sense. Tony's not even on the rides, and he's mentioned how safe they are these days. "...Do you," he begins, then stops, unsure how to proceed.

"No I don't," Tony cuts in sharply, apparently assuming Steve was going to ask if he wanted to ride again. "Just because you told me your friend murdered my parents does not erase the fact that for forty years I thought they'd died in a reckless driving accident."

And it occurs to Steve suddenly, fast and hard enough he feels physically ill: Tony has only ever sought thrills when he was in control of them, piloting the suit or sitting in the driver's seat of his cars. Happy had mentioned only recently being able to drive Tony more than once in a blue moon. He's a very cautious driver, but even then, once when the car lurched after being rear-ended, Tony had thrown out his arms in an effort to protect Peter and Natasha sitting on either side of him.

He can't control the rollercoasters. And he's terrified for everyone else on them, even if he knows it's irrational.

"Is there anything I can do?" Steve asks.

Tony pauses, apparently not having expected that. Finally, he says, "Don't tell the others."

It doesn't really make him feel like he's helping, but Steve nods in agreement anyway. "Let's go get food for the team when Bruce taps out so we don't lose your table," he offers instead, and isn't offended when Tony shrugs halfheartedly in response.

[1-800-teax]

Battle Scars

Avenger!Loki AU

Loki x fem!reader

A/N: Reader has powers similar to Wanda’s.

Avengers Compound - October 17th, 2023

Tensions are high from literally traveling through time and losing Natasha.

You stand off to the side, in deep thought as everyone stands around waiting for the glove to be finished.

You sniffle quietly to yourself when you feel the presence of Loki creep up beside you.

You could hear the sound of my lips parting in hesitation as he tries to find the right words.

Loki finally settles on a simple, “Are you okay?”. With his gentle voice.

Not feeling confident enough to use your voice just yet, you hum in response.

You suck in a deep breath before snapping out of your thoughts and turning your head towards a concerned looking Loki as you give him your best reassuring smile.

You know he doesn’t believe it, he knows you better than that. But maybe your just trying to convince yourself.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You say softly, after clearing your sore ‘from holding in your tears’ throat.

You step away from the corner just as Rocket says, “Alright, the gloves ready.”

“Question is how’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?” He says looking up at all of us.

“I’ll do it.” Thor says volunteering himself, as he steps towards it.

“Excuse me?” Rhodey says besides me.

“Woah, Woah.”

“Thor, Thor. Just wait we haven’t decided who’s gonna out that on yet.” Steve tells him, stopping him from getting closer to it.

“Oh, I’m sorry we’re all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity.” Thor says with a slightly shaky voice.

“We should at least discuss it.” Scott reasons.

“Look look, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back. I’m the strongest avenger. Okay? So, this responsibility falls on me.” Thor states.

Protest are being spoken over each other.

“Hold on, hold on-” Tony tells Thor backing him up slightly.

“Stop it! Let me do this. Let me do something good. Something right-” Thor starts emotionally, then Tony cuts him off.

“That thing is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. You’re in no condition-” Tony is then cut off by Thor.

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor asks him.

“Cheese Whiz?”

“Beer?” Rhodey and I say at the same time, both agreeing with each other.

Thor flashes an irritated look your way.

“Lightening.” He says turning back towards Tony, trying to convince him.

You roll your eyes in annoyance and notice Bruce stepping up to the gauntlet.

“Lightening won’t help you, pal. It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.” Bruce tells all of you.

“And, how do we know you can?” Steve asks.

“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma.”

“It’s like I was made for this.” Bruce finishes.

Silence over takes the group until i speak up with a nod, “Okay. Let’s do this and hope it works.”

Everyone nods.

I walk back towards Loki, who has been quiet this whole time.

“Good to go?” Tony asks Bruce.

“Let’s do it.” He replies.

“Okay, remember, everyone Thnos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back… to today.” Tony tells him.

“Don’t change anything from the last five years.” You add.

Bruce nods, preparing himself as we do the same.

You look around to see Steve holding his shield up as cover, Scott deploying his helmet, Rocket hiding behind Thor with Tony using his nano shield to cover himself and Clint as Rhodey gears up.

You take a step up from Loki, so he is behind you as you use your powers to conjuring shield around you both.

Tony initiates a special protocol that has all the doors slamming shut and the widows closed.

“Everybody’s coming home…” Bruce mumbles out, under his breath.

You suck in a deep breath as watch Bruce slowly slip his hand in the glove.

Everything was fine until, suddenly he spams, groaning and grunting in pain.

You cringe, having to look away from your friend in pain.

Protest are spewing out, telling Bruce to take off the glove.

“Take to me, Banner.” Tony shouts out over the protests.

“I’m…okay…” You all hear Bruce pant out.

You turn your head back to him, just in time to see him snap his fingers.

Bruce cries out as a blinding white light flashes you all.

As quickly as the flash of light came, its gone again.

Bruce then falls to the ground, grunting, groaning and heaving in pain.

“Bruce!” Steve and I both call out, worriedly.

“Don’t move him.” Tony quickly says as you, along with Loki, Rocket, Rohdey, and Steve immediately rush to Bruce’s aid.

That is when you notice Bruce’s once strong, green-colored arm is discolored and withered.

“Good job, Bruce. You did good.” You breathe out, giving him a small smile.

Tony uses some cooling spray on Bruce’s arm but Bruce isn’t worried about that.

He grips onto my arm, looking desperately into my eyes.

“Did it work?” He asks.

You are taken aback by his question, and slightly scared to know the answer to it.

Being so worried about him, made you forget why he did it in first place.

But before you can answer the sound of a cell phone buzzing catches your ears.

You watch carefully as Clint stalks up to the phone and picks it up.

“Honey?” He answers.

You look up at Loki with a hopeful look on your face until a large shadow catches your attention.

You squint your eyes and notice a space ship of some sort heading directly towards all of you.

You try to warn everyone but its too late, as the object hits the compound causing the compound to collapse in itself.

You scream out as you fall underground, desperatly trying to hold onto piece of the ground as it caves in.

As you’re falling you feel something wedge into your lower right hip resulting in all of the wind getting knocked out of you.

Your backs hits a stable piece of concrete with much force, earning a loud groan.

You feel droplets of water fall onto you, you look down to see water quickly filling up around you.

Panic starts to set in and the pain gets slightly worse.

You let out a scream out of pure fear, alerting anyone near you.

"Y/n?!" You hear someone call out to you.

Your breath hutches in your throat, “Rhodey?" You call back.

"Yeah." he answers.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" he asks you.

"No...I have a large piece of glass in my hip." You say with a slight whimper.

You hear him curse.

"Alright, Y/n I want you to heal yourself." You hear Bruce instruct you.

"Okay!" You shout wincing at the pain the small action caused you.

You take a deep breath, trying to heal yourself but your hand hits something on the side of you.

You prepare yourself before turning your head.

All of the color drains from your face as you see an unconsious Loki with blood flowing out of a cut on his lip, out of his nose and a gash on his forehead.

You gasp and quickly turn onto your side which causes you a great deal of pain allowing more blood to flow out of the huge glass shard wound. You let out a cry as tears spill from your eyes.

"Y/n?!" Bruce and Rhodey shouts out.

"It's Loki, he-he's unconcious. Do you think he..." You start to say and trail off with fear very clear in your voice.

"Y/n, don't worry about that, just try to wake him up." Rhoday says.

You take deep breaths before returning your focus on Loki again.

"Loki!" You say continuously as you repeatedly nudge him.

"Loki! Get up!" You say despesteratly and slap his face with a bit of force.

Loki jolts up with a large intake of air.

You sigh in relief, falling onto concrete out of exhastion.

You place your right hand next to your wound and your left on your head as you try to keep your breathing steady.

"Y/n?" he asks.

"Hey, my love." You breath out as you feel the water start to get higher.

Your eyes droop and you try to stay consicous but the pain is too much.

Loki tries to say something to you but you are already consumed by the darkness hidden beneath your eyelids.

***

You jolt up suddenly and into someones arms.

You suck in all the air you could and try of focus on all of your senses.

You feel a powerful surge of energy coursing through you.

"Y/n!" You hear the person say.

You look up and see that it's Loki holding you up.

"Loki!" You say shock evident in your voice.

"My love, the water is getting higher. I need you to heal yourself." he says worriedly and you see a hint of fear in his eyes.

You nod and he releases his arms from around you, carefully.

You hold yourself up weakly and start to heal yourself.

Your gold colored healing powers fail to heal you.

"I-I can't heal myself." You stutter out in fear.

"What?" Loki asks fearfully as well.

"I think you need to take out the glass." You mumble out shakily.

You lean back and let Loki straddles your legs.

Loki sighs shakily before placing both of his hands on the glass, ready to rip it out.

"Ready?" he asks.

You suck in a deep breath and close your eyes as you nod, wincing for the inevitable amount of pain about to hit you.

Loki waits a few seconds making you open your eyes to ask him what's going on when he rips it out.

You let out a scream so loud your throat burns before slapping your hand over your mouth.

Your body instantly tries to curl up from the pain but can't because Loki's still on top of you.

You cry out in pain and place weak punches on Loki's stomach, trying to channel your pain somewhere else.

"I know, my love. I know. I'm so sorry." He says guilty with tears in his eyes.

You bite down on your wrist as another flash of pain washes over you and more tears spill.

"You have to heal yourself." Loki says cupping your face in his hands.

You nod slightly as your eyes turn golden again, feeling the magic surging out of your hands.

You move your hands around your wound, feeling it start to heal, soon enough the wound was fully healed with no traces of pain, only a small battle scar.

Your breathing was heavy, hands shaky and full of blood.

You try to catch your breath as Loki rubs your arm while getting off of you.

"You did it." he says.

You nod tiredly.

Just then you notice the water is way higher than you realize.

"We have to try get to Rhodey and Bruce." You say.

Loki nods and you both slip off of the wall you were on, swimming through debris towards where you had heard Bruce and Rhodey.

"Bruce! Rhodey! Rocket?" You ask as you and Loki reach them.

"Glad to see you both, okay." Rhodey says to us as we climb up onto the wall he and Rocket are on.

Soon enough more water starts to flood to where its to your necks.

You feel Loki grip your hand in the water.

You look at him fearfully chin wobbling as you try not to cry.

Loki pulls you into him, kissing you like its the last time. And it very well may be.

"I'm sorry." he says once you both pull away.

You shake your head and rest your forhead against his.

You let out a sob and pull him back into a kiss.

You pull apart slowly, preparing to go under when we were lifted up into the air.

You thank God with a relived laugh.

You all get put down and Scott's hand opens up to reveal everyone has come back.

You all jump out and you gasp gripping tightly onto Loki's hand.

You let go of Loki's hand, he takes out his daggers and you allow your powers to surge from your hands.

You watch as every Avenger turn to Thano's arm ready.

"Avengers...Assemble!" Steve says.

There were many battle cries as you all run off into battle.

[halfagone]

Alright cool, I just wanted to see if you knew enough for this upcoming prompt idea. This can take place in whatever marvel universe you’re most comfortable writing, but basically the prompt is that the avengers witness Danny lifting Thor’s hammer and the resulting shenanigans that occur. What do you think?

Oh I loooooove stories that have the most unexpected of people lifting Thor's Hammer. I am a sucker for "Peter Parker is Worthy" fics UwU

But let me see what I can do here~

---

It had been a joke, a PR stunt more like it. Come meet the Avengers, get an autograph and maybe a picture, and see if you're worthy to lift Thor's hammer.

It had sounded good in theory. Great even! Some of the other Avengers had been reluctant to the other, but once security had been cleared for the event, more had agreed. They agreed on what they could and couldn't talk about, what they were and weren't comfortable doing with fans, and planned accordingly. A job well done, if Tony did say so himself.

It had actually been Clint's idea to do the hammer lift in a separate room. At first Tony had thought that was kind of a mood killer. After all, half the fun was the crowd's anticipation as each person came to the stand. But Clint had pointed out how things could go sideways if it came out that a civilian could lift Mjöllnir. Thor seemed confident that the chances were rather low- the likelihood that someone worthy coming to this event were rather abysmal, after all- but had agreed to the compromise in the end.

I may have to give Clint a pay raise for this, Tony thought dazedly.

Everything had been going so well. The gang was all happy, the fans were happy, Tony could practically already hear Ross grinding his teeth at all the positive attention.

When another teenager walked into the room, Tony hadn't thought anything of it. He was one of the last few stragglers for the event, so most of the Avengers had lingered in this room, happy to hang out as they waited. They'd joked and laughed, even tried to wrap the kid into it. The teen- Danny- was a smart-aleck like the best of them; Tony was never going to let him and Harley meet if he could help it.

As Danny came up to the podium, they cheered him on just like everyone else. Tony himself had leaned back against a table and smiled serenely, feeling confident in the results. It was probably a good thing he hadn't reached for that can of soda because Danny lifted up the hammer without breaking a sweat.

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"What the actual fuck?" Sam muttered, squinting at the kid as if that would suddenly fix the whole clusterfuck of a situation.

"Oh that's a lot lighter than I thought it'd be," Danny commented thoughtfully, gingerly shifting his grip so that he could pose. Wait, no- that wasn't posing. Danny was testing his stance to practice throwing.

"The weight of responsibility won't be," Steve said quietly to himself, gaze hooded and emotions indiscernible.

That didn't stop Tony from turning to the man in pure indignation. "I do not need the commentary from you right now, Capsicle." Steve honest to god rolled his eyes at Tony's remark. They didn't get to bicker about it any more (and no, not like an old married couple! Honestly Lang could take his commentary with his stupid ass out the door!) because Thor approached the boy with a solemn expression.

"I see you are a worthy lad," Thor announced to the room. Danny stared at him with a blank expression. He didn't seem super awed in Thor's presence- hadn't for any of the heroes really- but he still listened with rapt attention. "Those who are worthy carry a heavy load upon their shoulders. With the ability to wield Mjöllnir comes to the ability to rule over Asgard-"

"I'm good, thanks," Danny cut in before Thor could finish with his speech.

"What," Rhodey deadpanned, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Tony's brain hadn't even got the chance to reboot completely yet and he felt like he'd need another right now.

"I've got better things to do, no offense," Danny replied with a blithe shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I'm sure it's a great honor. But like... I have finals in a couple weeks? I can barely be trusted with my own sleep schedule, I don't think you want me ruling an entire realm."

"I- Well," Thor tried to recompose himself. He was failing miserably.

"What kind of kid doesn't like being worthy?" Tony scoffed in confusion. When in doubt, be an asshole. That had been Tony's motto for years now and he might be trying to do better, yes, but that didn't make him any less of a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Natasha giving him a look.

"It's just a lot of responsibility is all. What kind of kid wants that?" Danny shot back in return, innocently cocking his head to the side.

It was honestly kinda endearing.

Tony wanted to violently shake him by the shoulders.

"You're not wrong," Steve remarked with a chuckle, clapping Danny on the shoulder. "Good job, Danny. Very impressive." The kid brightened up, shining so bright that Tony had to squint.

"Can I throw it?" Danny asked excitedly, as he turned sharply back to Thor.

The Asgardian just looked amused at this point, chuckling boisterously. "Why, be my guest." He swept a hand towards a nearby target.

"Whoa, nothing expensive please!" Tony shouted just as Danny threw the hammer with stupidly impressive accuracy. It nailed a nearby post spot on, taking off a cardboard head. Thankfully it was only the Hulk and Bruce wasn't here right now.

Danny stretched his hand and sure enough, the hammer came barreling back. Barreling was a good term to use too, seeing as Danny just about got mowed over when he wasn't prepared for the weight this time around.

While Thor tried to help his new favorite human, Tony was just trying not to tear his hair out.

He was too old for this shit.

[jinxquickfoot]

So I finished my Age of Ultron rewatch. It's been a couple of years since I last saw it, and here are some random thoughts I had on it:

Things I will maintain I like about this movie:

It has some of my favorite jokes in the MCU, and they're usually the little moments. The little nod of validation Rhodey makes after getting a laugh at his "Boom! You looking for this?" story. Clint telling Steve he's no match for Ultron and Steve replying with, "Thanks, Barton". Clint's "Yeah, you better run" after Pietro has long since disappeared with Wanda, there are loads of them.

I like Vision, Wanda and Pietro. Despite being secondary characters with not a huge amount of screen time, Wanda and Pietro feel like real people with real backstories, and Paul Bettany is wonderful the first time we see him as Vis.

It's the only movie we get to see the Original 6 hang out as friends.

I love that Fury randomly shows up in the middle and is like "let me make a sandwich while we discuss how not to let the world end also by the way hi Tony I really care about you"

Other casual appearances of other MCU characters, something that is so lacking Phase 4 onwards. Sam being at the party and Thor going to Selvig for help makes the world feel lived in.

RDJ's never dropped the ball as Tony but his performance really stuck out to me here, god he's good

Steve and Thor have multiple moments of teaming up and working together, what an underrated duo

Hulk vs Iron Man suit inside an Iron Man Suit fight

The Avengers do their best to evacuate Sokovia before Ultron attacks, which does not excuse the amount of damage caused there, but I do think is a plot point everyone forgets about (myself included)

And things that annoy me (skipping over the stuff everyone talks about like the Natasha/Bruce plot):

I hate how Joss Whedon writes Steve, both here and in Avengers. He only feels like Steve when he's being given jokes, otherwise he is so self-serious and stiff, the core of Steve is his heart and it is nowhere to be found in this movie

The movie spends so long setting up character arcs that feel promising and have no payoff. What is the point of Laura telling Clint the Avengers need him if he's going to retire at the end of the movie. Steve has several references to finding home in a way that doesn't go anywhere (Until Endgame, I guess). Don't get me started on Natasha.

It's trying so hard to have a theme but it never says anything unique. Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Vision all refer to themselves as monsters. Ultron decides that the Avengers are the bad guys. Steve has a speech all about proving they're not the monsters Ultron says they are. Based on WHAT? What is the message of this movie?? That the Avengers are better than the evil AI who wants to kill everyone?

(I half-feel there was a previous draft where Clint was their heart, or something, or he died and they were like whelp Phil Coulson 2.0 let's go avenge him, and the random pieces of that are still floating around the script with nowhere to go)

NO ONE is remotely concerned enough when their friends are getting hurt (maybe just the hurt/comfort lover in me, but still.) Natasha comes across as the only person who cares when Clint sustains a life-threatening injury. No one seems to be bothered that Natasha is being held captive by a psychotic supervillain. Tony shows more emotion over a fictional future where they die than when someone is actually in danger.

They really could have had a premise where they weren't allowed to access technology at all and could have gone retro with everything and they didn't and that just feels like a wasted opportunity. Clint and Natasha digging out old spy tech. Steve being like "Yes! This is familiar! I got this!" Tony making genius inventions out of tech from fifty years ago. Come on, it was right there.

[staying-elive]

Really weird to think about how Marvel keeps whining about mourning the loss of their original line-up, when blatantly neglecting their next most senior member in terms of actual Avengers team cred and actor longevity... yes, I'm talking about Sam. (of course I am lol)

Look here...

Tony, Steve, Nat, Maria = all dead

Clint, Bruce (not pictured), Thor = retired maybe? but no word on future appearances. Certainly no solo work on the slate. Passing the mantle?

Vision = dead. Wanda = evil and dead (lol), but complicated.

Rhodey stupidly got turned into a Skrull and while yes, he does have a movie coming, he's not heading it as a title hero. (Armor Wars)

Which leaves Sam. Captain America, thank you.

I just can't fathom (at least in-universe wise) why Marvel hasn't invested in building Sam up as part of a new Big Three.

The OG Big Three had a Science Guy, a Moral Compass Guy, and a Cosmic Guy.

Sam clearly fulfills the Moral Compass quota.

Science could've been Shuri and/or Scott

Cosmic could've been Carol

or could switch Cosmic for Mystic and have Doctor Strange handle that corner.

And that would've been the trifecta anchoring the new Phases. Add new characters like Shang Chi and Ms Marvel and Monica in around these core characters as needed and build from there, but anchor the new Saga with repeated (and timely!) check-ins with the core.

And Sam's the last (almost OG) active Avenger.

It's just crazy that he won't have been seen since 2021 to 2024. With nary a canonical film reference, by name, as Captain America.

[traveler-at-heart]

❤️‍🩹 with Natasha, please

Thank you for the prompt!

Together

A/N: Takes place during Endgame.

Content warning: some violence, Thanos getting beaten up (not sorry about this hehe)

It should have worked.

Clint got a call from Laura.

Just before everything blew up.

You didn’t have your phone with you while you were fighting and if it did work, (God, please, I’ve never asked for anything ever, so just this once), you’d have woken up in the middle of a Wakandan field.

And then Thanos showed up and everything became a mess again. 

Were they about to lose again? Was Rhodey’s sacrifice about to be for nothing?

But Natasha pushed through, and fought against every one of the soldiers from the alien army, vaguely aware that Sam, Barnes and others were finally arriving to provide backup.

But where were you?

A second too late, she realized a spear was thrown her way.

Will I see you again before I die?

“Don’t mess with my girl” you jumped right in front of her, sending the spear back to the alien. It went through him with a clean motion and you manipulated the metal to hurt as many of them as possible. Wanda jumped in front of you, fighting anyone approaching. 

You only had a minute to talk to the love of your life.

“Y/N” Natasha whispered behind you.

“Hi, baby” you finally sighed, happy to see her. The last time her hair was blonde and short. And now, it was long, back to red, save for the tips. Your eyes filled with tears. “How long has it been?”

“Five years” 

You sobbed against her and began to apologize.

“I’m sorry for not fighting harder, I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry, Nat”

“I should have done more. I should have brought you back sooner. I lost hope and did nothing”

“No, stop it” you pressed your lips against hers. “I’m here now, ok? It’s gonna be over soon. And then, you’ll finally tell me your answer”

“You still remember?” she chuckled against your lips.

“I could never forget” you kissed her one last time, before walking to Wanda and standing beside her, your eyes glowing with power.

--

“Hey” you walked up to your girlfriend. She was holding her phone against her ear, ignoring Barnes, Sam and Steve as they planned their next move. Wanda was still taking care of Vision.

You hated the idea of going back to the US, to the government that had chased you and forced you to go into hiding for two years. 

But the situation was critical and you needed to alert everyone. 

“She’s not picking up” Natasha sighed.

“Yel?” 

“I just want to make sure she’s safe. We don’t know what we’re up against here”

“I’m sure she’ll be alright, Nat”

“If something happened to me…” 

“Don’t”

“Promise me you’ll take care of her” 

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you. You can’t leave me. There’s so much left to do”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Like what?”

“Well, I still have to teach you how to make a pinata. We have to go to a concert together. A night in Las Vegas where we lose all of our money”

“I hate losing” 

“We also have yet to… have sex on the console of the Quinjet” you whispered against her lips. Natasha laughed in spite of herself.

You took her hand and led her somewhere far away from the rest of the team.

“Sit here, darling” you asked, and knelt in front of her. “I’d also very much like to find a new house where we can live. Pick a date to get married… maybe adopt a dog? Those are all things we still need to do, Natasha”

You placed the ring in her open palm.

“I know this is like the worst timing, and you have a lot on your mind right now. But you should know that I want you for the rest of my life, however short or long it is”

“I…”

“It’s ok. Don’t say anything now. That way I’ll have something to look forward when we beat those nasty aliens”

--

“Nice of you to join us” Tony said, circling the battlefield.

“Shut it or I will throw you into outer space” 

“Been there, not a fan” 

You made a mental note to ask him about it later. Sounds like quite the story.

While Wanda was busy stripping Thanos' armor and throwing his giant sword, you raised your hands, aiming at the ship that was preparing to shoot everyone. 

“I’m moving the canyons but can’t keep it for long” you said through gritted teeth.

It was crushed an instant later by a blinding light. For the first time, Thanos looked worried. 

“Danvers?” Thor looked up, and you did the same.

“Who is that?”

“This is backup” she announced, flying straight to Thanos’ head. The kick sent him to the ground, dirt flying everywhere.

“Tony, Steve, Banner, help Peter protect the stones” you commanded, feeling ready to end this entire nightmare. “Wanda, Thor and I will deal with Thanos”

“Wanda, keep him down” you asked, using your power to control the pieces of armor left in his body. You managed to manipulate their shape and stab him with them. His screams of pain gave you a great deal of pleasure.

“Thor, you better go for the head this time” 

The god jumped up, ready to swing his ax. Thanos put an arm up, partially blocking the attack.

“Wanda, Space Girl, make sure he doesn’t get up. I’m pulling away”

“Where are you going?” 

Your power was stronger when you were closer to the object you wanted to control, and judging by the effort Thor was making, he was gonna need all the help he could get. 

“Come on” you stood next to the sword, lifting it up and ran next to it. With a swing of your hands, it flew across the battlefield. You pushed through Thanos’ neck, while Thor did the same at the back of his head.

Wanda stood next to you, pushing on your side while her other hand held him down. Carol flew next to Thor and pushed.

Steve came running, holding Mjolnir and giving the final push to separate the head from the rest of his body. 

“Banner” Tony warned a second later. Natasha, Peter and T’Challa were protecting him as he wore the infinity glove and snapped his fingers.

--

Dust. Everything was dust.

You were floating away, frantically looking for Natasha.

All you wanted was to make sure she was ok.

But before you could call for her, the wind took you away.

--

There was dust all around you, but this time your hands were steady. Your breath was uneven, but your heartbeat was the reminder that you were still alive.

“Y/N!” Natasha called as soon as she realized it was over. You kneeled, exhausted. “Are you hurt?”

“Just tired. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. God, I’ve missed you” 

You hugged her, hands going to her neck as she held you by the waist.

“Want some pizza?” she said, knowing how hungry you got after a good fight.

“I was thinking Chinese from that place we like” you suggested against her neck.

“Yeah, that doesn’t exist anymore”

“Fucking Thanos, fuck him a thousand times” you broke apart, wiping your tears. Natasha giggled, leaning forward. Your eyes immediately looked down at her cleavage. “Missed you too, girls”

“You had to ruin the moment” she complained, pulling you up.

“Wait, what is this?” you pointed at a necklace she was wearing, a ring hanging from it. “Is that…?”

“The ring you gave me. I’ve worn it every day for the past five years, wishing I had said yes the moment you asked”

“Well, in that case, and even if my knees are killing me right now, will you let me?”

The redhead nodded, handing you the ring back. Aware that the rest of the team was now watching you, you kneeled in front of the love of your life.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes” she let a tear roll down her cheek as you secured the ring on her finger.

You stood up, kissing her passionately.

“Save it for the wedding night” Tony grumbled.

“I have five years to make up for, Stark” you smiled against Natasha’s lips. “And a lifetime ahead of us”

[thelovelylolly]

What about a Natasha x reader where they have a special code word to let the other know the need a little extra loving when they are with other people?

Signal

Summary : You and Natasha have a certain sign for when you need some extra love :) Warnings : none (i just didn't proof read it) Notes : this is adorable! i changed it from a word to like a sign just to make it a little bit easier to write :)

A touch to the tip of your nose. That was your signal for Nat whenever you just needed, or wanted, some extra love. You two could be at a party, or just lounging around the tower, and you'd do the sign and Nat would immediately notice. A perk of dating a trained assassin and spy.

One time, Tony was throwing a party to celebrate another victory for the Avengers and Nat invited you as her plus one. You got all dolled up for the party and when you arrived, Nat was immediately by your side and complimented you.

"You look gorgeous, babe," she whispered as she guided you to her superhero friends.

You blushed and gave her a quick kiss before Thor and Bruce walked up to you two. Bruce handed you a drink, saying you'd need it to survive Tony's party. As you continued to talk to Thor and Bruce, Nat got pulled away by Tony to go talk to other people.

Once you caught up with Bruce and Thor, you continued to make your rounds to say hello to your friends. Steve, Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Maria Hill.

You hadn't seen Nat since you arrived, probably because people wanted to talk to her. You always teased her about being the famous Avengers, but she always argued Tony was the famous one. She just wouldn't admit it.

You found a seat at the bar, taking slow sips of your drink. Your eyes roamed around the party, trying to find Nat in the crowd of people. Finally, your eyes landed on your beautiful girlfriend and you gave her the sign.

A touch to the tip of your nose.

She immediately excused herself and went to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I feel like you're abusing the signal," she joked.

"Maybe, or I just want to see you," you replied, smiling.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, the two of you watching the party. It was just a sweet moment, one that you wanted to savor.

Then Tony walked up. "How's my favorite spy and her girlfriend doing?"

"Hey Tony," you and Nat answered at the same time.

"Is she treating you well?" Tony asked you, sarcastic as always. "You two spend enough time together? I can take her off some missions if you want more time together."

"Everything is fine, Tony. We're doing great, thank you," you answered, trying to hide your smile.

He gave you a little nudge before walking away. You looked at Nat and said, "does he always bother couples like that?"

"Meh, you get used to it."

---

Another time, you were in the lounge room at the tower, hanging out with the Avengers and their friends. Nat was in the kitchen that was connected to the lounge area. You were just chatting with Steve and Sam when you did the sign, like it was second nature.

Almost instantly, Nat was sitting beside you on the couch and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. She pulled you closer and you leaned your head against her shoulder.

"Hang on a second, she just rushed over here from the kitchen out of nowhere, what?" Sam asked, interuppting Steve

"They have this not-so-secret signal they use," Steve answered.

"No we don't," Nat answered.

"Then what was that?"

"I just wanted to be next to my girl, is that so hard to believe?

"I- whatever, as I was saying..."

---

It was late at night and you were staying with Nat at the tower. You were sitting on her comfy bed while she got ready for bed. Nat stood at her dresser, finishing her night rountine.

"Hey Nat," you said. She turned around to face you with a 'hm'.

You gave her the sign with a soft smile.

Nat rolled her eyes but her lips quickly formed a smile. She walked over to you, crawling into bed and pulling you close. She pulled the covers over you two and her arms were safely wrapped around you.

"Now I'm sure you're abusing the signal," she muttered, her eyes closed as the tiredness hit her.

"You love it though," you replied, your breathing matching hers as you two slowly fell asleep.

"Yeah, I do."

[captainwidowspring]

How do you think the final act of Civil War would've played out if Vision shot down Tony instead of Rhodey? Let's say the airport battle was the same until Rhodey ordered Vision to fire on Sam. When Vision fires, Sam dodges, and Tony gets hit. Tony falls to Earth and is paralyzed.

The way I see it, Rhodey and Vision would go to the Raft, and both would disapprove of the conditions that Sam, Clint, Scott and Wanda are being held in. Vision would protest Wanda's collar and straitjacket, telling Ross, "You can't do this to her. That's illegal," to no avail. With Ross showing he refuses to listen to reason, Rhodey and Vision elect to break Sam, Wanda, Clint and Scott out, and the six of them travel to Siberia to help Steve and Bucky.

Thoughts?

Well, I'll start by saying that I think you have some good suppositions. Their reason for going to the Raft would have to be different, since Tony went there just to get information out of Sam in order to ignore the Accords and follow Steve and Bucky, and it seems like Rhodey and Vision were actually trying to follow the Accords. But maybe they would want to see how their teammates were being treated. And I do think that on seeing those conditions, they would actually do something about it instead of ignoring it like Tony did. After all, Tony was blinded with rage at the fact that Team Cap was disobeying him, and he needed to see them immediately be harshly punished for their insolence: but this would not be the case for Rhodey and Vision. Also, since Vision and Rhodey just helped them, it would make sense for Sam to tell them about Siberia, since having their help would be beneficial (unlike Tony who had thoroughly demonstrated his untrustworthiness). And Rhodey would then be able to listen without Tony interrupting, and Vision would gain information he had not been privy to. And on getting all the facts, they would probably both agree to help. It would thus be quite believable for them to subsequently all go to Siberia together. Maybe Natasha would even be able to join them at some point.

But in addition to this, considering the significance of such a change is quite revealing. Having Tony be the one that was shot down would reveal just how much the movie was bent around him. I mean, right off the bat, Rhodey and Vision helping Team Cap would highlight the pointlessness of the airport battle. If Rhodey and Vision were convinced to go with Team Cap to Siberia, it would sort of call into question why all of Team Iron Man was not doing it, why there had even been a fight in the first place when talking it out evidently worked just fine. That might cause more people to realize that the battle was sparked by Tony ignoring Steve’s attempts to explain the situation, and claiming to be out of patience after not even a minute: and this would both highlight how badly Tony was treating everyone, and call into question why no one attempted to stop him.

Also, Rhodey and Vision helping Team Cap would thoroughly undermine Team Iron Man’s position. For not only would that team’s namesake not be constantly onscreen (and that was really all Team Iron Man had left, because not even Tony was following the Accords at that point), but Rhodey and Vision actually listening to what Team Cap had to say, as well as dealing accordingly with the threat, would emphasize just how wrong Team Iron Man’s position was. Presumably Zemo would not kill the supersoldiers in this case, because if he did he would look quite foolish: and that would reveal how dangerous the Accords were. For Team Iron Man in trying to enforce them was stopping Team Cap from dealing with a legitimate threat, that would have been catastrophic if the team had not been there to deal with it. Most of Team Cap's concerns with the Accords had been previously brushed off, but this would have plainly highlighted the validity of several of their issues. Indeed, without Tony driving everything, the other members of Team Iron Man would sort of be like, "Why are we endorsing the Accords again?" Tony shouldn't really have been supporting the Accords either, but the others were only doing so because he needed teammates to allow the conflict to happen. And by the time of Infinity War, both Rhodey and Vision were firmly against the Accords (and the only reason Tony wasn't was because he was never following them in the first place): so if Tony wasn't present to necessitate their support, especially considering that Natasha switched sides and T'Challa didn't really care about the Accords, there is no reason to believe that Team Iron Man's position would not have been sorely lacking by the end of Civil War.

So yeah, I do think that that is what would transpire if Tony was shot down instead of Rhodey, and reflecting on the implications of such a change is very revealing.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Scenario the DC and Marvel universe collide which Marvel hero would get along best with the following DC heroes and what would their friendship be like

Superman

Batman

Nightwing

Robin either Tim or Damian

Green Arrow

Arsenal

Wonder Woman

Donna Troy

Wonder Girl Cassie Sandsmark

Green Lantern either Hal Jordan or John Stewart

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

And Beast Boy

Thank You! 😃

Oh Ho a Big One

@confusedhummingbird

Okey Dokey let’s see what I can think up ;-)

Clark Kent - Steve Rogers

Bruce Wayne - Both Tony Stark and Matt Murdock

Dick Grayson - Both Peter Parker (adult) and Kurt Wagner

Tim(my) Drake - Either Peter Parker (Teen/Ultimate Universe) or Miles Morales

Oliver Queen - Clint Barton though more like friendly rivals

Roy Harper - I can see him be a teacher figure to Kate Bishop

Diana Prince - Maybe she can befriend the Jane Foster Thor, maybe even try out lifting her hammer by herself…she did make it jiggle a little bit

Donna Troy - I can see her actually getting along with either Natasha or Gamora, as the type of the friend that can connect with them and encourage them in taking it easy every once in a while

Cassie Sandsmark - Kamala Khan, plain and simple

John Stewart - I see him being on good terms with Carol Danvers given how the both of them are familiar with differing branches of the military, the former a Marine and the latter an Air Force pilot

Koriand’r - Oh There are so many that can get along very well with her given Kory’s legendary friendliness but keeping in theme with Dick befriending an adult Peter Parker, I see Kory totally hanging out with Mary Jane Watson. Bonus points if MJ has some of Peter’s spider powers as Spinneret

Rachel Roth - Probably I see her sympathizers and talking with Wanda Maximoff. While Magneto is nowhere near a bad of a father as Trigon is, they still can both relate to having less than ideal fathers and how their friends are their real family. Oh And yeah I see Rae getting along well with Wanda’s kids Tommy and especially Billy

Victor Stone - I can see him no doubt fawning and being utterly amazed by the tech at Stark Industries especially all those various Iron Suits. Rhodey is the one giving him the extensive tour and they’d have so much to talk about

Garfield Logan - For him, I can see him paling around with all the Wolvies, in particular Laura and Logan themselves. He looks up to Logan no doubt for the latter’s coolness factor and in turn Logan looks at this green fella with some uncertainty for how overtly excited he is but he finds it charming. Also no doubt Gar can shift into an actual Wolverine if Jonathan the Wolverine needs anything

One things for certain everyone here; they are all very uncomfortable with both Frank Castle and Wade Wilson. For differing reasons but still

[darbuckle21]

Night Night Metal Man

Tony and I met through Shield when the Avengers were first being formed. I was there from the beginning, I witnessed every scandal, every battle I was by his side. Lady Liberty and Iron Man we were unstoppable. I was there when Pietro died, I held Wanda as she sobbed. I even learned some sign language from Clint during our time undercover. Always by his side, even if it meant betraying my beliefs.

So when someone had to fake the fall for the aftermath of Sokovia that also fell to me. Fury needed a scapegoat. and Tony had too much to lose. So I took the blame and published an official account of what "happened". I lied and said I was reckless and caused most of the damage, though the videos from the battle that was currently all over the media said otherwise. I was the only one who even tried not to leave the city in ruins. I even went back to help rebuild the city, but I didn't even get a thank you. Not from Tony or Fury, not from anybody. So imagine my anger when I am called back from Sokovia to discuss The Sokovia Accords. “ 117 countries want to sign this! 117 Sam and you're just like no it's cool we got it” Rhodey argues while I sit with Steve reading the Accords.

“Tony, you're being uncharacteristically unhyper verbal” Nat voices calmly. “He's already made up his mind” I huff flipping the page. “Boy you know me so well” he rolls his eyes sitting up. “ actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache” he began making himself a cup of coffee. “That's what's going on, it's just pain” I now pause to look up at him. “It's discomfort, who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal! Am I running a bed and breakfast for biker gangs?” reflecting always reflecting, I know him better than most people in this room. I can tell he knows the team is falling apart. He pulls up an image “Oh that's Charles Spencer by the way, he's a great kid, computer, engineering degree 3.6 GPA had a floor-level gig intel plan for the fall. first, you wanna put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. See the world, maybe be of service” he pauses and I can see the regret in his eyes. “He didn't want to go to Vagas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do, or Pairs or Amsterdam which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable houses for the poor. Guess where Sokovia”

That's when everyone else finally understands we didn't just ruin buildings and demolish the place. We killed innocent people in gruesome awful ways. In a way, we are no better than the people we fight. I realized this when I went back to help rebuild. You can rebuild a building but you can't rebuild a life. The people there will never be the same. “There's no decision-making process here, we need to be put in check! Whatever that takes I'm game, if we can’t accept limitations we are boundaryless and no better than the bad guys.” I can see everyone is still torn. Then Steve speaks “Tony, someone dies on your watch you don’t give up” he has a point but so does Tony I fall into deep thought as they continue to debate. “If we sign this we forfeit our right to choose” I voice what everyone else is thinking. Steve nods continuing my point “This panel sends us somewherewe didn't think we should go, or there's somewhere we need to go, and they won't let us. We may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own” I nod looking at everyone else. “If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later, that's the fact. That won't be pretty” he finishes. “You're saying they'll come for me” Wanda voices flatly. “We would protect you” Vision gives Wanda a soft look.

“Maybe Tony is right, if we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer” Nat reasons. “Arnt you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam crosses his arms as he makes his point. “We would be puppets” I huff frustrated. “I'm just reading the terrain” I hear Steve’s phone vibrate before he quickly makes his leave. “Look, guys, I'm not gonna sit here and take Steve or Tony's side” I Huff looking up at them. They seem to be confused as to where I'm going with this “I'm done, I quit. I'm tired of being your guy's scapegoat, I'm not your mother. In sick and tired of being the only one trying to hold this team together.” I grew angrier and angrier as I spoke. Nat gives me a sympathetic look along with Wanda “Don't contact me about The Avengers again” I finish as I walk through the door.

———————————————————————

After watching Tony hold Peter as he crumbled into dust. I grew numb, I didn’t care weather I lived or died. Which I guess is a good thing when you’re trapped in the middle of space running out of food and oxygen with no way home. At first Tony was all jokes, trying his best to make things better for others. Classic Tony putting everyone else before himself. I on the other hand locked myself in a small room on the ship and didn’t talk to anyone. Nebula and Tony went to sleep I’d go and check on them. That’s all I did. Till one fateful night I decided I couldn’t avoid Tony forever, it was probably our last night with oxygen so I figured I’d make amends. “Hey Tones” great softly as I struggle my way closer to Tony who looks just about as rough as me. He nods in reply not bothering to look over from the window. “The stars get old after awhile huh?” I ask softly. “Yeah, never thought I’d miss earth” he jokes. “Tony?” I ask looking down at my feet. He looks up at me “yeah?” I take a breath before continuing “are we gonna die tonight?” I ask and he only nods solemnly. “I don’t wanna die alone” I whisper softly it was an unspoken question really. He pats the spot next to him and I take it happily. “I never got to say sorry for what happened after the accords” he mutters and I lean my head on him “your forgiven if you forgive me for switching sides, I’m sorry but I couldn’t sit back and watch” he nods at my words “it okay, I understand, I was never mad” he responds. “I’m getting sleepy now Tony” I whisper my eyes gently closing. A silent tear falls down his cheek “me too” he whisper back. “Night night metal man” this is it, my life is coming to an end. At least I’m not alone and the view is nice besides I’ll be dying in my sleep, I’m getting a peaceful death. There’s a bright light but I don’t have the strength to open my eyes. Tony shakes me gently “hey, wake up- we’re saved wake-” his breath is wheezing and he can barely talk but I don’t have the strength to care I’m so sleepy. I’m barely conscious when I’m carried out the ship. My eyes open briefly looking at Tony as Steve helps him down the stairs. Then I go back to sleep again. The next time my eyes open I’m in the hospital surrounded by machines. Thor is the only other person in the room, he’s sat on a chair a furious look on his face. A nurse rushes in as I rip off the IV and the many other cords I’m hooked up too. She pushed me back down into bed as Thor stood to inform the team I’m awake. “Let me go!” I scream at the nurse. She only shakes her head explaining she’s only here to help, but that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters everyone’s gone, Peter, Sam, Dr Strange, Thanos whipped out half of all living creatures. Why was I lucky? Why not me? “Let me go!” I continue to scream as the nurse places an oxygen mask over my face to help me breathe. I continue to try to fight her off me but my attempts weaken as I give up collapsing against the pillows as Steve walks in the door.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

The Meeting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52282135 by Moonysgirl003 Tony was very very sleep deprived. Maybe, if he had slept a little he would have remembered about his meeting with the team and to say 'I love you' Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts (mentioned), James "Rhodey" Rhodes (mentioned), Happy Hogan, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (mentioned) Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Kid Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Ray of Sunshine, Peter Parker Meets the Avengers, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Cute Peter Parker, Avengers Family read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52282135

[pandagirl45]

Tony would be the one to romanticize space so much to the point, he gets the brightest look on his face. Eyes glistening as he begins to talk about it, as much as it scares him, it makes him feel alive. Because he knows somewhere out there is beings like them, someone like him who also gushes about intergalactic, internebula locations.

The way he stays up late at night, when he can't cut through the sky, he makes the projections. Watches the way the holographic planets twirl and spin. He accounts the constellations known, and he makes up new constellations himself. He charts them out, making up stories in his head. The arrow. The widow spider. The arm. Lightening and the thunder. A gun for the shield. Rhodium center.

All these constellations. He recounts those stories he made up. Building them up. The dragons the swim through the inky skies. The heroes the rush through the firey night sky. Tony stared with love and fear. He knows one day, these stars, his stories will be gone. He worries as he burn these stories to his mind.

"Wait, the widow did what?"

Tony felt his cheeks burn, clint eyes big with wonder, "She danced for the freedom of her friend. The winds that swept around was enough to..."

Then, that was when he been mumbling the stories throughout the weeks, months even. So much so, the team knew. Began to try to find the stars that made up even the little bit of their constellations.

"Where is your constellation?"

Tony felt his shoulders bunched up, a weary smile, "I... I never thought about myself."

He looked to the man with the metal arm, "Steve is flatter, so many adventures, sort of wish half of that was real. Maybe with the blue radiance."

Blue... what?

He listened this time, enraptured by the new constellation. Polaris as the starting point. Tony listened as steve came in to finish the first tale.

He felt the company grow as he look to the night sky with the team. Thor excitedly regaling a battle, one that added in tandem with Bruce and clints. Rhodey laughing at his own tales, interweaving with others.

The warmth Tony felt, he settled into the gun and shield eyes happy to close taking in the stars and heroes.