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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pocket Angel

Bucky x reader

Okay, SO CUTE LOVE THIS. I decided to do a civilian reader for a change, I wasn’t sure if you wanted avenger reader, I can def do an alternate one with that later on hehe

Warnings: FLUFFFFF

Word count: 2.8k

A lil drabble

A lil part 2

“Have y’all noticed how he’s less grumpy? He hasn’t threatened to kill me all day, and quite frankly I’m a little upset he hasn’t paid attention to me” Sam mused, whispering to Steve, both men eyeing Bucky suspiciously while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, sans his signature grumpy pout.

Bucky tried his best to keep his face neutral, but on the inside, he was giggling like a school boy. Just a few more hours and he’d be able to see you, hold you, kiss you; he had to keep his hand on his knee from bouncing in excitement.

He felt his heart leap, seeing a new message pop up on his phone. It was a picture of you wrapped up under a fuzzy blanket, wearing his Henley, the bear he got you tucked under your arm with the caption Missing my actual teddy bear :( His heart melted, looking at your pouty face, the sweet face that reminded him of home. He considered typing out a message, but decided against it, wanting to surprise you instead.

He hadn’t been away from you for too long; the mission had only taken a little over a week but you missed each other like crazy. Bucky thought about telling the others about you but part of him liked keeping you a secret from the rest of the world. It was like having a little angel in his pocket only he knew about, one that he could kiss and cuddle and keep all to himself.

The other reason the relationship had remained a secret was mostly because he was shy to even bring the topic up, plus Bucky never thought about dating, for a multitude of reasons. Aside from the danger and all that, he just didn’t consider himself dating material. Grumpy. Old. Staring problem. Didn’t know what a hash tag was. It was a miracle the team hadn’t shipped him off to a retirement home.

He hadn’t planned to start dating when he met you. It started with a trip to a small bakery after he was given the task to pick up Sam’s birthday cake two years ago. He knew he was a goner as soon as he saw the sweet girl at the counter, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back seeing your bright eyes, and a touch of flour on your nose. You slipped him an extra cup cake because the blue frosting matched his dreamy eyes. You then clapped a hand over your mouth when you realized you’d said the last bit out loud. You were fucking adorable.

He found himself going back often, always leaving with extra goodies you’d sneak into his bag. Of course he insisted on taking you out as a thank you for always giving him something extra. And then you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. So he returned your kiss with one to your nose. One to his chin. One to your forehead. And finally the sweetest one with your lips pressed together, standing outside of your door, reluctant to let go of each other. It didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, his adorable little secret.

Sam’s face scrunched watching Bucky stare at his phone, trying to discreetly look at the picture you sent again. His cheeks heated up thinking about the way you’d attack him with kisses and cling onto him like a koala bear whenever he got back from missions.

The second the jet landed, he was speed walking to his room, again trying his best to keep a smile off his face. He quickly threw off his clothes, jumping into the shower and throwing on a clean set of clothes with in minutes moving as fast as he could so he could see you.

Everyone sat around the living room, sneaking glances at the all black outfit he had on, classic broody face, his bike helmet tucked under his hand as he left the building without making eye contact.

“Alright, what’s going on with Barnes?” Tony looked to Steve who looked as lost as everyone else. “He’s been quieter than normal, disappearing into the night, coming back in the mornings”

Steve shrugged; Bucky hadn’t told him anything out of the ordinary, though he did seem to be less irritable. Bucky became the topic of conversation as they tried to figure out what Bucky was up to.

“Maybe he’s seeing someone?”

“Who would date a silent moody staring machine”

“I mean if I was a girl…”

“What about if you were a girl…”

“He’s stares a lot but he’s hot! I could see how the whole lost puppy eyes and metal arm might be appealing”

“Puppy eyes?”

“He looks like one 90% of the time. Girls dig that; now pair that with his arm”

“You need help. Professional help”

“You’re telling me, if you were a girl, you wouldn’t hit that?”

“Ok ok, we can all agree he’s hot but a girlfriend? Don’t you have to be like…nice…smile…let people touch you without threatening to kill them?”

The team hummed in agreement, Bucky wasn’t the girlfriend type.

*****

You were wrapped up in your blanket with heard a knock at the door. It was late, you typically didn’t get visitors around this hour, unless…

You sprinted to the door, squealing and jumping into Bucky’s arms, nearly knocking over your sweet boyfriend. Bucky chuckled, burying his face in your neck, inhaling the sweet scene of vanilla that always lingered on your skin.

“Hey my angel” Bucky’s thick arms wrapped around you, sweeping you off your feet, kicking the door closed with his boot before carrying you over to your room. He peppered kisses all over your face till he reached your bed, flopping on top of you, pulling you close to him.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

*****

The team gathered downstairs, surprised to see Bucky arriving in the same outfit he was in yesterday. He wordlessly passed by them without sparing them a glance, the collar of his leather jacket coving his neck. Odd.

“So…what do we think he was up to now?”

“He’s in a biker gang”

“He’s in a cult”

“What’s wrong with you man?”

“More plausible than him having a girlfriend”

“Professional help. I’ll schedule you an appointment”

*****

Everyone gathered around the living room for a movie night, and while Bucky desperately wanted to ditch them and see you instead, he knew they were getting suspicious. He huffed, his arms crossed, pouting the entire time sitting on a bean bag while Steve bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the mini internal tantrum Bucky was throwing by himself.

Bucky groaned, getting up to grab another beer, reminding himself he’d be able to see you soon. Another hour of this and he’d be able to sneak out and cuddle you again, just one more hour. His phone rang, the lock screen lighting up on the coffee table. His phone never rang. Sam sat up wide eyed looking at the name that lit up on the top.

Pocket Angel

Everyone looked at each other wide eyed as the phone continued to ring.

“Answer it!” Tony hissed, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Do I look like I want to die?” Sam dead panned but he was curious too. And it was still ringing. And then stopped. And then a text message popped up.

See you soon bubba, I miss you x

“Oh my God, he actually has a girl friend!!” Sam howled, clapping a hand over his mouth when Bucky walked back, his eyes growing wide when he realized he left his phone back and there was a missed call.

“Whose your little pocket angel?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a shit eating grin on his face. Everyone stared at him, their eyes twinkling, smirking waiting for him to answer. Bucky’s face blushed a deep pink, stuttering, looking at the floor.

“I-I’m in a cult” Bucky groaned internally, you’re a trained assassin you absolute fuckwit.

“You’re in a cult…”

“Yup”

“Told you so”

“Will you shut up, tell us more. What is this cult about, what’s it called, whose the angel-

“I’m the angel?” Bucky rubbed a hand over his face; he didn’t even know why he was still trying to defend this.

“We know you have a girlfriend punk” Steve snorted while Bucky shifted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “No wonder you’ve been sneaking around everywhere”

A small smile crept on Bucky’s lips, immediately vanishing when everyone collectively aww’d and whistled at him.

“Awwww he’s blushing!” Sam clapped his hands wildly; cackling, absolutely loving the way Bucky was getting more and more flustered.

“Fine, I’m seeing someone, can we please drop it” He grumbled, his cheeks still dusted pink.

“Absolutely not, who is she, why haven’t we met her yet and when do we get to meet her” Tony gave Bucky a pointed look while everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, who’s the mystery girl who’s putting up with your mood ass”

“How long have you been seeing her for anyway”

“2 years” He mumbled, only to be met with a bunch of yelling and 3 cushions thrown to his head.

“WHAT THE HELL BARNES”

“2 YEARS?! 2 FUCKING YEARS?”

“Invite her for the next movie night, come on, please” Nat pleaded. She loved the team, she really did but it would be nice to have another girl around for a change.

“If I invite her over, will you all shut up?” Bucky huffed, running off to his room, while everyone else cheered. A teensy tiny very itty bitty part of him was secretly excited for you to meet everyone.

*****

Movie night

Bucky left the compound on his bike to get you. The team started laying out snacks, everyone giddy with excitement to meet the one who was able to make the super soldier blush. As much as they loved teasing Bucky, everyone had agreed amongst themselves to be on their best behaviour. They figured Bucky was still working on showing his emotions and physical touch was still probably sensitive area for him. However he acted around you wouldn’t be any of their business.

“So we all agree, no teasing him, no making them uncomfortable, no one’s going to call him out for being grumpy?”

Everyone nodded, grinning at each other when they heard the faint rumble of his bike pull to the compound.

You clambered off his bike, nervously clutching onto the bag of cookies you had baked for everyone. Of course you knew who the avengers were, and you’d heard plenty about them from Bucky. He tolerated loved them, you knew you didn’t have to be scared but you were anyway.

“You okay angel?” Bucky felt your hands tremble in his as you made your way towards the entrance.

“Just nervous” You whispered, as Bucky put his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you babydoll, nothing to be nervous about. I’m the one who should be nervous; they’ll see what a sweet heart you are and wonder what you’re doing with me”

“Nope, I love you too much” You giggled, leaning into him as he led you through the compound towards the living room where everyone was gathered. They turned around, staring at you wide eyed, poorly masking the shock on their face. They weren’t sure what they were expecting but this wasn’t it.

“Everyone, this is my sweet angel, y/n” First of all, Bucky was smiling. An actual smile. He had his arm around you, gently stroking your waist as he gazed at you with heart eyes.

“Hi” You were tucked into Bucky’s side, smiling shyly at them, your hand resting on his chest.

Everyone greeted you, blinking, trying to hide surprise. They honestly couldn’t tell what was more shocking; he called you angel, he was smiling, he had his arm around you, he had heart eyes for you, what the hell? They were definitely not prepared for what was to come later that night.

Also you were adorable. You were a little ray of sunshine and it was just all too much for the team to handle at once.

“You guys can start the movie, we’ll grab a few snacks and join in a sec” Bucky led you to the kitchen while everyone was struggling to keep from screaming.

“He called her angel?!” Nat squealed, unable to contain her excitement.

“She’s so fucking cute!” Sam sat flabbergasted, glancing over his shoulder, watching Bucky hug you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder, face buried in your neck.

You returned with the cookies on a plate (immediately all gone within seconds), sitting on the couch with Bucky as the movie started to play. You kept a bit of space between Bucky, not sure if he’d be comfortable with sitting to close to him when everyone else was round. You squeaked, feeling his arm pull you onto his lap, kissing the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. You giggled, feeling his beard tickle your skin as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Bucky it tickles” You whispered, squirming in his lap, to which he chuckled, holding onto you tighter.

“Too bad, want to cuddle with my baby” He smirked, peppering your cheek with kisses, completely in his own world with you. He cupped your cheek, pressing a sweet soft peck to your lips before you snuggled against him, relaxing in his hold.

No one. Absolutely no one paid attention to the movie, except you. Bucky’s focus was entirely on you, hugging you close to him, kissing you every chance he could get. Everyone else’s focus was on the two of you, specifically on Bucky and how love drunk he was for you.

“You want anything angel, I can make you some hot chocolate” Bucky wouldn’t have even been able to tell you the genre of the movie they were watching, all he wanted to do was cuddle with you and take care of you all night. “Come doll, I’ll make you some”

Bucky effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you into the kitchen, setting you onto the counter while he got started on heating up some milk.

“Who the hell is this guy” Tony hissed, whispering to Clint watching Bucky tuck a hair behind your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear.

“Seriously, can someone explain?” Tony looked to Steve who was blushing, watching Bucky swipe whipped cream onto your nose, kissing it off right after.

“He wasn’t like this in the 40’s, I can’t explain this”

When you both returned, Bucky pulled you into his lap again, his lips brushing your cheek.

“I love you” He whispered, while you giggled, your eyes still on the screen, his eyes on you. You hummed, your face heating up when he hugged you tighter.

“Doll, I love you” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, trailing kisses onto your skin.

“Bucky, watch the movie” You hissed, trying to contain you laugh over the way your needy boyfriend pouted, wanting you to say it back. He cupped your face to make you look at him, his cheeks flushed, a goofy grin on his face because he was so utterly in love with you. And you where here. With his family. He no longer had to keep it a secret, he could show you off to the entire world, his perfect sweet angel.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you my Bucky baby” You whispered, smiling softly, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his forehead before snuggling into his chest, sleep starting to creep up on you. You let out a little yawn, to which Bucky grabbed the fuzzy throw blanket, pulling it on top of you.

“You sleepy baby?” You shook your head, though you closed your eyes, the warmth of his arms and the steady beat of his heart started to lull you to sleep. Bucky smiled at the way you were curled up on him, kissing the top of your head, stroking your hair while you slept. “M’so lucky to have you angel”

A whimper and obscene snorting noise interrupted everyone’s focus from you and Bucky, Tony, Nat and Clint, turning around to see Steve reach for the box of tissues, grabbing one before passing it to Sam, quickly dabbing his eyes and blowing his nose.

“For fucks sake, are you two crying?!” Clint’s face scrunched up looking at Sam trying to discreetly wipe his eyes, sniffling into his tissue.

“I-It’s the movie” He stuttered, Steve nodding his head vigoursly in agreement.

“We were watching Rush Hour, what the hell were you crying about” Tony snorted, turning off the TV and the movie came to an end. The team looked back to the couch where Bucky had also fallen asleep, with you tucked safely in his arms.

“They’re so cute” Nat gushed, seeing you nuzzle into Bucky’s chest even in your sleep.

“So that’s his little secret” Clint mused, as everyone started to quietly get up, not watching to disturb you both.

“You okay there ice pop?” Tony snickered looking at Steve who was looking at you both like a proud mother hen. Steve nodded, sniffling watching the two of you snuggle each other, blissfully in love. The name Bucky had for you was perfect, you really were his angel.

Adding this mini bonus because I can see it happening, @anghstybean you inspired this 🥺

He’s such a teddy bear.

Imagine you come around the compound more and the team sees just how soft he is for you.

Sam and Tony collectively lose their minds when they hear you call him Bucky bear, baby bear, cinnamon roll, Jamie, he’s too in love with you to care that they call him that now too.

Imagine the hydra agents face when Tony tells baby bear to go to the west wing and they see all 6ft + of the winter soldier burst through the door.

Pillow forts. Esp after missions.

He cooks for you on his days off (and it’s amazing, Sam’s sister has taught him a few things)

Foot rubs. Back rubs. He kisses each toe while gently squeezing your feet. He grazes your back while lying down on his chest, the both of you watching TV.

And it never gets easier for the team to watch because just when they think they’ve seen it all, Bucky does some cute shit and their surprised all over again.

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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HAIL HYDRA! - CH10: TILL THE END OF THE LINE

You're all I need to get by. Like the sweet morning dew, I took one look at you, And it was plain to see, You were my destiny.

FEATURING: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, & Bucky Barnes WORD COUNT: 4.050 SERIES MASTERLIST: ★

“Ma’am, you’re going to have to let me through. I’m here to debrief Miss Stark.”

Who the hell is here?

“I already told you that you’d get an interview eventually. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s currently unavailable for any kind of statement.”

Natasha hadn’t been here the night before, when did she get here?

“Don’t think that just because you’re high off your capital hill press stunt that you can tell the government what to do suddenly, Miss Romanoff.”

This is going to get ugly if I don’t get up.

“No, but I do speak for my friends when they’re unable to. As far as I’m concerned, you won’t get a word out of her without a lawyer.”

It was an odd kind of argument to hear at first waking up. But at this point, you figured after all that HYDRA had done and all that Natasha exposed, these kinds of instances were going to be a thing for a while.

“I can speak for myself, and I’m gonna have to agree with my friend here. You won’t get any comments from me about SHIELD or anything like that without a lawyer present.”

Natasha sat smugly beside your bedside, pleased with your reply back before she looked over at the Agent. Possibly from National Security. There was going to be so much more than just them to deal with. You’d have to get in touch with Pepper soon on a possible press statement on top of all the other mess you’d deal with.

“Miss Stark.” The Agent sighed. The name was almost so foreign to hear. Now that all of SHIELD had been exposed, so were you and possibly more secret agents that were working under an alias. Another thing you were going to have to get used to.

“I think it’s best if you leave while they’re being nice. The girl has been through enough the past couple of days.” Sam now had come into the doorway, giving the two a hard glare. Which was very hard to take seriously as he held a get well bear in his hand.

Knowing when to quit, the Agent sets a card down on the table by your bed. “Please contact us soon.” They sighed before finally making their exit. Instantly the room felt a lot lighter without any stress being in there.

Both Natasha and Sam look over at you with bright smiles as they moved to stand beside your bed. “I feel like it’s been days since I’ve seen you so rested.” Nat murmured, leaning in to brush bits of your bed head. “I wanted to come last night but after the press conference I had to kind of lie low.”

“It’s okay. Sam here kept me company before they knocked me out for the night. I guess it kind of kept me asleep until the next day.”

Sam gave the redhead a proud smile, hoping to have earned brownie points with her. “I’m honestly exhausted between passing notes for the two love birds.” He teased, moving to sit down before he passed the teddy bear. “By the way, your nurse said you should be allowed to go visit him finally. After your next head CT.”

Natasha nodded her head, following along to what Sam said before she looked back at you. You recognized that look from the last time you were in here. It was slightly guilty, but also questioning. “I’m curious,” she started, sitting at the edge of her bed. “After you and Sharon got out of the building, how did you manage to track down Steve?”

Tugging the blanket down your body, you show her the pin you had collected back from Steve’s suit when you recovered his body. “My brother had sent this for a more Tony like reason.” Tossing the pin to her, she caught it quickly in her hands before she examined the object. When she didn’t find the tiny seal, you chuckled at her confused face.

“It has a tracker. One he’s been keeping tabs on since you’ve given it to me.”

“That is very much something Tony would do.” She mused, tossing it back to you. “Still doesn’t answer my question.”

“I figured out Tony had been keeping tabs of me when I was gearing up back at HYDRA, it’s kinda kept me safe so when I was able to team up with Steve, I thought I’d give it to him.”

“And you struck lucky again when it led you back to him.”

Nodding your head, you smiled down at the tiny object, happy to have it back in your possession. Pinning it on your gown, you smiled over at Natasha. “It helped that Sharon gave me her phone to call Tony too. Can’t say it was just me.”

“Was it you that pulled Steve out of the water? I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all, but Steve’s a pretty big guy, how did you do that?” Sam asked now, leaning on his elbows to listen to you.

“Yeah, was that you?”

You looked between the two, unsure of how to explain what happened when you arrived there.

“I didn’t pull him out..but I know who did.”

YESTERDAY MORNING

“It’s you.” His voice was gruff as he spoke out to you. You couldn’t help but gasp softly at seeing him again. The piercing blue eyes looking right at you.

“Bucky.”

For a moment the two of you are in a bit of a standoff. Licking your lips you raise your hands up to him, wanting him to know that you meant no harm. Your eyes flicker over to his right arm. He held it against his chest in a way that it wouldn’t be moved. Dropping your hands down, you take a small step towards him. “Are you okay?”

His eyes were still wide, like he didn’t expect to come across another person. Quickly, he took a step back. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to check your arm for you.” You said softly. He nodded his head slowly but stayed still, eyes watching your figure. Like he was trying to remember you. It was almost easy to forget that the last time he saw you was with HYDRA. Leaving him with the only impression that you worked with the people who hurt him.

“You were there..” he whispered, pulling back your focus. You hadn’t noticed that he stepped closer to you now. Seeming to see that you’re not a threat. Nodding your head, you finally make his gaze. His pupils are still blown wide, his adrenaline was no doubt coming down more slowly.

“You stopped that man.” Your brows furrowed together, confused at what he meant before the reminder came back to you.

“He wasn’t going to stop hitting you..I couldn’t let him go on.”

What came next was a surprise to you. He lifted up his metal hand, using the tips of his fingers to brush lightly at your cheek. “They hurt you..didn’t they?” The metal of his hand felt so cold against your skin. At first it was such a contrast in temperature that it felt almost burned. Surprisingly, you still ended up shivering. Making Bucky think he had to pull away.

“It looks like everyone got a little bit hurt today.” You winced at your horrible attempt at making light conversation. The poor man was not only injured, but soaking wet, hopefully wanting to get dry-

Wait, why is he wet?

“The helicarrier, it went down..we dropped in.” It was as if he was able to read your mind with how eerily he knew to reply. Shaking your head, you gently placed your hand on his arm. “Tell me, did you see Steve? I have to find him.”

For a moment, he stared down at your hand on his arm. Shocked that you were touching the limb in any kind of way. You could tell from the way his right arm clenched a bit, he probably wanted to remove your hand. So you muttered a small apology and pulled back a bit.

He nodded his head, looking a little bit upset before he looked over his shoulder again. This time with your eyes following in the direction. Just down the dirt path you could see a pair of bright blue legs against the edge of the river. The sight is a bit overwhelming, making you scared to move forward, worried at what you might see.

“He’s alive..”

He made it. You thought, relief filling inside of you. There was honestly no saying how you would react to seeing him as anything else. But that also left you questioning how bad his condition must be if he’s out cold on the ground. And leaving you to wonder if Bucky had any part of that. But even with that assumption in mind, if Bucky was standing beside you still wet from the water, then he must have gotten himself and Steve out. Hopefully.

When you didn’t look back over to Bucky, you felt him approach beside you. He was analyzing you again. The frightened look that had been in his eyes before was long gone, replaced with one of curiosity. Normally, someone staring at you like that would have creeped you out, but with Bucky it was more understanding. Didn’t stop you from blushing under his gaze though.

“If he’s alive then we need to get you guys out of here.”

“We?”

Turning back to face him, you nod your head to his right arm. “We can get that set for you.” You said softly. The man’s gaze continued to stay burning on you, making your stomach feel anxious before he turned to face the direction he was originally heading. “Bucky, please.” You reached out for his metal arm, turning him to face you.

The man before you had gone through hell and back. Him leaving felt like the ending to a movie you didn’t want to finish. Not in this way.

“I can’t stay. They’ll find me...”

“No, nothing will happen! My brother, he’s got a lot of security and a place we can hide you. He’ll do anything for me and Steve. We can all help you.”

He peered down at you. Frowning at your words before he shook his head. “I don’t need help. I just..I need to find out who I am.”

“Let us do that. I..we can help you. I know it might be overwhelming-“

“I don’t need your help. I can get by on my own.”

You licked over your lips, desperate to get him to stay with you, but not wanting to scare him off by forcing him. It made sense why he was so scared. There was no good reason for him to trust any of you. No matter how much you wished you could convince him otherwise.

“I know you can. The thing is you don’t have to.”

Something in your words must have triggered something in his mind. He whispered something to himself over and over again, looking back in the direction of Steve before you again. “…of the line..” he said at the lowest you can hear.

You followed the sound of Steve groaning from a distance, remembering that there wasn’t much time left to convince Bucky to stay. The sudden feather-like touch to the ends of your hair brought your attention back. A metal hand slowly slid away from the side of your face before Bucky pulled away again.

“I’m sorry.” was all that you heard from him before he dashed away from your side. Leaving you yearning for something more that you couldn’t quite place.

PRESENT

Natasha and Sam stared at you oddly, after your very much edited retelling of the day before. You only told them you briefly ran into Bucky before he ran off. Something had been screaming in your head to leave them out of the loop of whatever Bucky said. Feeling it was private for some reason.

A nurse came knocking on your door suddenly, making the three of you pull out of your thoughts. “Sorry guys, we’re gonna get her prepped for her another scan. You can come back in a couple of hours.”

Knowing better than to argue with a nurse, the two got up, giving you quick hugs and promises of their return. You, on the other hand, laid back waiting for the nurses to return, leaving you to wonder just how you were going to tell Steve about this all.

It wasn’t till hours later, past dinner, that you were able to go into Steve’s room. You were both given updates that you’d be released the same day. Your head was cleared and Steve’s chest wound was finally closing up. Normally, anyone who had gotten shot in the places he did wouldn’t have made it. But being a super soldier gave you the privilege of healing better than anyone else.

Knocking on his room door, you waited to hear the sound of his okay before entering inside. He was sitting up in his bed now, hair slightly ruffled from possibly sleeping too long. His bruises were nearly fading away, leaving a slight yellow hue around his right eye. The cuts that he had over his mouth had healed up pretty well, allowing him to give you that signature smile you loved so much.

“Finally.” He sighed, kicking the blanket off his legs to sit at the edge now. Joining him at his side, you stood between his two legs and wrapped your arms around his neck. Allowing Steve to place his hands at the sides of your waist, pulling you as close as he could against him. “I feel like it’s been days since we’ve seen each other.”

“It’s been about a day and a half, Steve.”

“I think that you’re forgetting that we had a whole other day before that where we weren’t together. Not to forget that I thought you were de-“

You shut him up with a gentle press against his lips. Which he happily enjoyed as he pressed against you to deepen it. The palm of his hands moved to rub up your lower back, relaxing you in a way that made you putty in his hands. It wasn’t till you needed to breathe again that you pulled back, settling your face against the nape of his neck to calm yourself.

“The two of us deserve a vacation after all this.”

His lips moved against your forehead and hairline slowly, pressing gentle kisses against it before he spoke again. “A vacation sounds nice. Somewhere nice, quiet, and warm…it’d be really nice.” You smiled against him, loving the idea of someplace warm where you and Steve can relax. Really, all of you deserved to get out of DC and relax after the crazy past few days. But deep down you know that everyone felt like there was a lot of unfinished business to take care of. Especially Steve.

Looking up, you’re met with a rather solemn expression on his face. One of the first things Sam told you he asked about was where Bucky was. Since no one but him (and you) had seen him. “Steve,” you sighed, reaching up to cup his face. Instantly he fell into your touch like a kitten would. Enjoying the heat from the palm of your hands against his skin. His eyes had slipped closed and you knew he was enjoying the affection. It was very distracting.

“You want to go after him, right?”

“It’s what he’d do for me..”

Pulling away, you ran your hands lightly down his arms until he clasped them together. Looking over at you curiously. “Sweetheart?” He prodded, wondering where your head went during this conversation. The familiar nickname almost made you feel distracted again. Almost.

“What if he doesn’t want to be found? What if he’s scared?”

It felt wrong to speak on behalf of Bucky. It felt like revealing his secret. Even if it was to his best friend. But you knew better than to keep this from Steve. Keeping secrets about loved ones felt almost like a crime. And at the end of the day, he was someone who would want the best for Bucky. Right?

“I gotta try. At least talk to him. He just left..and I have to make sure he’s okay.”

You knew that just like his friend, there was no way in convincing them to not do what their hearts were set on. With Bucky, it was letting him discover himself on his own. For Steve, it was making sure to find his friend and make sure he was okay. Leaving you very conflicted in the middle.

“There’s more that went down than me just finding you the other day.”

Steve’s brows furrowed together before he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m here to listen if you’re willing to tell me.”

“It all started when I used the tracker to find you..”

It was surprisingly a beautiful sunny day to bury Nick Fury. The temperature had begun to turn warm, the grass having turned a vibrant green, no clouds in the sky. It was definitely the changes of a new day.

“You look good.” Natasha hummed. The two of you were walking side by side as you found your way to where the group of men were huddled. At first you were going to join with Steve that morning, but National Security had finally caught up with you and got you in your apartment that morning. Thankfully Pepper already had your lawyer and PR representative on the way. Natasha offered the ride after everything had wrapped up.

“I feel good, for once.” You smiled at her. Taking her arm into yours, you pulled her closer to your side. “I’m just glad to have you guys back.”

“You can’t get rid of me just yet.” She smirked, fixing the folders in her hands. A small frown tugged at your face. Earlier you had tried to take a peek inside, wondering what she would need that for. But she insisted that Steve should take a look at it first. Meaning one thing.

Bucky.

Not that you alone were allowed to be the only one who knew things about Bucky. Obviously with SHIELD/HYDRA exposed, files of his work were surely out on the web. But if Natasha went as far as old school to use a paper folder. There was definitely more to his case. Which is why you were left wondering; what can’t you see?

“Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here.”

You watched Nick give his goodbyes to Steve and Sam. Shaking the hands of both men as he made his exit. You were about to call out to him when he already turned at the sound of you guys approaching, sending you a small friendly and very uncharacteristic wave. Leaving you a little taken back as you return the gesture.

“You should be honored. That’s about as close as he gets to saying thank you.”

“Not going with him?”

“No.”

Steve steps closer to your side, giving your cheek a kiss before he clasped your hand into his. The small moment caused Natasha to raise a brow at the two of you. It would seem you forgot to let her in on your sudden romance.

“Not staying here?” Steve continued as normal.

“Nah. I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“That might take a while.”

“I’m counting on it.” A small content smile brushed on her face. Something that made you feel comforted. Natasha was one of the other few agents you knew that had her life fully involved in SHIELD. It had become a safe haven for her after her years in the Red Room. A place that she did not like to dive so much into, but gave you enough knowledge to know that it wasn’t ideal for anyone to be in.

“That thing you asked for,” she extended her hands out to give Steve the folder. The cover is now clear for you to see. Unfortunately, it was all in Russian. “I called in a few favors from Kiev.”

It was safe to say that your curiosity had grown exceptionally bigger now. Almost making you want to snatch the files and run off to read them for yourself. Russian or not. But Steve merely glanced at you, giving you a small smile of reassurance. He’d let you in eventually.

“I guess I can’t pressure you to call that nurse anymore, huh?”

“She’s not a nurse..but yeah, I think I’m spoken for.” He looked down at you with a pleased expression. It was almost so loving, and in front of your friend too that you felt the familiar heat of a blush sweep over your cheeks.

“You’re also not a SHIELD agent anymore.”

“What was her name again?”

You smiled at the thought of your roommate, needing to thank her better for all the help she’s given you these past couple of days. “Sharon.” you answer with Natasha.

“She’s nice.”

Natasha and Steve look at each other, and for a moment you can tell that they’ve seemed to form a bond. Probably from the past few days of trying to survive with each other. A part of you is slightly jealous, but know that these two people were some of your favorite people in the world. It only made sense if they were friends now too.

The redhead pulls Steve in and presses a gentle chaste kiss to his cheek. Turning to give you a wink before leaning in to press one against your cheek, brushing her hand at your back before whispering. “See you soon, Cолнышко (little sun).”

“Yes, you will, лисичка (little fox).” It stalls her for a moment, making a pink hue creep over the apple of her cheeks. For a second she raises a brow at you. “I know how to look up cute pet names.” Shaking her head, she turned away from you and Steve giving you two a quick nod before she speaks again.

“Be careful, Steve. You might not want to pull on that thread.” Her warning is soft, but laced with a sense of foreboding. And since her eyes flickered over to you, you sensed it wasn’t about Steve she was necessarily worried about.

Sam took that as his cue to come over, peering over Steve’s shoulder to look at the open files. Your eyes couldn’t tear away from the photos on the left side. A frozen Bucky haunting your vision. A more innocent and semi younger photo of him in uniform was beside it. Reminding you of the man that you and Steve were trying to help.

“You guys are going after him.”

“You don’t have to come with us.”

“I know.” Sam answered, glancing between Steve and you. He nodded his head at your curious expression before he leaned towards Steve again. “When do we start?”

The sound of a car approaching down the pathway grabbed the attention of all three of you. Normally cars didn’t stop along side the roadway. Instantly you feel a smile burst on your face when you catch sight of it.

“God, looks like he found me.” You laugh, watching a very tired and disgruntled Happy Hogan walk over to the back of the car. He opened up the back door and looked back to you expectantly.

“I suppose you’ll meet us back in my apartment? We can make plans there?”

Leaning up, you press a quick kiss to his lips before stepping away. “I’ve had Tony wait three days since he’s last heard from me. I think this is an all night kind of thing. We’ll meet up for breakfast?”

Sam and Steve chuckled, having an inside joke you clearly did not know. “If you eat that sort of thing.” He called out. Shaking your head, you gave the two a quick wave, before running towards the car. Your old friend greeted you with a pat to your hair before you slipped inside the vehicle, coming to face with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Smiling as he waited to hear your newest story.

A/N: I can’t believe we’re done with CATWS! I’m so excited to bring Bucky more into the story. AOU will be a lot shorter but with heavy chapters. Should be written soon.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers scenario #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes scenario #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel scenarios

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lxvenderhxzehv · 10 months

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A summary of What my Characters have been up too since the Earthquake.

Chris ~ He has fully moved in with Em, been helping her recover and taking care of her for the first few days. Upon receiving a box on the front of the porch. Seeing it addressed to her he assumed it was an early birthday gift from someone. Upon giving it to her seeing her reaction to receiving it only to find out it was a gift from Jim. Explaining it was the sweater she was wearing the day Jim and her met. it had gotten ruined and they had tried everything. Yet here it was in perfect condition, restored to its former glory. She told Chris her concerns. Chris has promise to try for her sake. He didn't say anything but he can't help but feel like there is more too it than that. He has since thrown himself into his work and helping the town rebuild now that Em is feeling a little better. He has not told his concerns to anyone and he doesn't plan too. He's not in the mood for the ' I told you so's" anyway... He has yet to tell Em about Jim and Charlie or the fight they got into after the earthquake.

Teddy ~ Has also Thrown himself into his work. At his own restaurant as well as the Diner. Helping to lighten the load on Celia as her and the rest of the Crew mourn Sammie's death. Teddy's is also Mourning the loss of Sammie. She had become a very close friend of his since the renascence festival. He's been quite and distant to most except those he's closest with (Kirby, Ceila, and Morgan to name a few). Having Kirby and Ziti around has been his saving grace. However on the nights Kirby isn't around it's rough. He's having trouble sleeping and when he dose it's because he's cried himself into exhaustion (being separated from Kirby once again during an event like this has taken a toll on him).

Amber ~ Is just happy that all her siblings are accounted for with the new addition of Nattie. She admitted her feelings to Noah after things had settled after the earthquake. Now its just a matter of her not being painfully awkward about it at the bar.

Hope ~ Spent the majority of the after math helping where she could. Hair in a messy bun all torn up almost unrecognizable. She is coming to realize this is way bigger than the shit she has going on. Spent a good bit of the day keeping an eye out for Halley and asking if she had been seen or taken care of. While she only Knew Minnie for a short about of time. The Dance Hall is not the same without her. She is trying to keep the place running and is still allowing pre-planned classes to continue. She has set up a small memorial for Minnie in the lobby for her friends, family, classmates, and students to visit.

Toni ~ been caring for Myles since her ankles been healing. On top of that she's been feeling a bit under the weather, Myles has chalked it up to stress but Toni is thinking its something a bit more serious. They plan to have her get checked out if it worsens. Toni has been helping around town as best as he could when he's not at the Library or the Diner. Him and Teddy have had a moment to sit down and talk things out. Their friendship is slowly but surely on the mend. Teddy's told him he's more than welcome to get a free meal or two from the restaurant for him and Myles if they need it.

Freya Chamberlain ~ Has been helping the town rebuild where she can, this poor girl is not equipped for this. She is struggling.

Jim~ Spending most of his time with charlie. Helping her train but keeping her at arms length since the fight with Chris. Seeing Em like that has really messed with his head (Says a lot for a hit man). He left Em alone for the 12 days since (Leaving the Sweater was his way of closing the door on things). figuring Chris has told Em about him and Charlie. Even though they haven't hooked up since before the earthquake. He still wares his wedding band, his guilt heavier than ever.

Josie ~ Wants to throw hands with Sky Gumby for tossing the town like a salad right when things were get a little spicy with G in the woods. After crying at the state the library was in after the quake she has been helping where she can. On the flip side she has been distracting her want to jump G by cleaning up his grave sight to suprise him. As of the 13th of November she is 16 weeks pregnant (I hope I counted that right lol I have lost track besties, time is an illusion)

Damian ~ Bud is not okay (What's new). Loosing someone in the fire like Sammie has cause this boy so much guilt. He's felt he failed his town He's been numbing the main with his usual. Sex, booze, and drugs. To the untrained eye hes typical Damian but to those who really know him can tell how much worse he is.

Oliver ~ Came in to town on the 11th, still does not know about his daughter yet is still trying to get his barrings.

#musings (freya)#musings (chris)#Musings (Josie)#Musings (jim)#Musings (Oliver)#Musings (Damian)#musings (Toni)#Musings (Amber)#Musings (Hope)#Musings (Teddy)

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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fic compilation - tony stark x reader

Alright, y’all. I’m doing this for my own organization but I thought it would come in handy for you too. If you have a specific kink or character you’d like to see me compile a list of every fic I can find about them, please let me know and I’ll eventually get around to it. For now, here are some fics featuring tony stark as the main character, which I’ll keep updating every monday, per my posting schedule.

Check out my other fic compilations

Last updated: 17.05.2021 - new additions are in bold

Billion Dollar Man, by @angelicthor - featuring sugar daddy!Tony, non-superhero AU, and smut

Hopesick, by @astxrwar - featuring soulmate AU, sex scenes and mental health conditions.

Press Coverage/Less Coverage, by @astxrwar - featuring suggestive dialogue, Justin Hammer and some swearing.

Poor Little Rich Boy, by @buckybarnesplumwhore - featuring yandere behavior, violence and gore.

I Love You, by @buckyssoldat - featuring death, injuries, and sadness

Baby Boy, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, sub!Tony, and pegging

Teddy Bear, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring dd/lg dynamics, fluff, and age regression

The Art of Intimacy, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, crying during sex and body worship.

Little Girls Like You, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring smut, daddy kink, and degradation

Luxury of Loving You, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring college!au, angst, black!reader.

“Protocol” My Ass!!!, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, racial profiling, and slurs.

The Favourite, by @dreamslikeaheartbeat - featuring dark!Tony, allusions to noncon, and stalking.

Keeping Secrets, by @fandomsandxfiles-writes - featuring fluff, secret relationships and make-outs

I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb, by @geekygee01 - featuring striptease, grumpy!Tony and horny!reader.

My Little Girl, by @gotnofucks - featuring dark!Tony, royal AU and noncon

Wide Awake, by @imhereforbvcky - featuring ex!Tony, swearing and shenanigans.

Come to Daddy, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, noncon and blackmail.

Daddy’s Love, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, stepdad!Tony and noncon.

Daddy’s Pet, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, pet names and displeased!Tony

Daddy’s Trap, by @ironlady1993 - featuring sugar daddy!Tony, dark!Tony and noncon.

Dark Soulmates, by @ironlady1993 - featuring soulmates AU, noncon and kidnapping.

Golden Cage, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, noncon and kidnapping.

Like a Good Girl, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, dark!Steve and abuse of authority.

Mine to fuck, by @ironlady1993 - featuring smut, noncon and use of titles.

The Big Three, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Thor, dark!Steve and dark!Tony

The Devil Inside, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Steve, dark!Tony and noncon

The Hunt, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, A/B/O dynamics and Royal AU.

Trapped in a Foreign World, by @ironlady1993 - featuring Superior!Tony, Hydra!Steve Rogers and noncon.

Trapped in the Tower, by @ironlady1993 - featuring dark!Tony, sex slave!reader and noncon.

P.S. I love you, by @ladyeliot - featuring character death, fluff and sadness.

Help From a Friend, by @marvelsbanner - featuring suggestive language, innuendos, and dr!reader

blurb, by @marvelsswansong - featuring fake dating, mean high school friends and protective!Tony

changerooms, by @milaonthemoon - featuring age gap, smut and a knowing Natasha

Aftercare, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring aftercare (duh), smut and overstimulation.

First time, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, love confessions and reassurance.

I married a sex addict, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring wedding night, smut and drabbles.

Make up, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, jealous!reader and ex-lovers sex.

Mirror, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring mirror sex, horny!Tony, and a kind of exhibitionism kink.

Personal Problem, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring silent treatment, and smut, and workplace sexual endeavors.

Setting a score, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring smut, jealous!Reader and kind of dom!Reader too.

Skeaky, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring insatiable!Tony, smut and quickies.

Stubborn, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring fights, smut, and angry sex.

We Were on a Break, by @mostly-marvel-musings - featuring angst, fluff and swearing

Iron, by @navybrat817 - featuring kidnapping, threats of non-con, and dark!Tony

So proud of you, by @sherrybaby14 - featuring poly!relationship, Steve and threesomes.

Secret, by @sinner-as-saint - featuring Steve Rogers, age gap and threesomes.

Pocketful of Posies, by @strawberrysoup - featuring A/B/O dynamics, noncon and all of the avengers.

Clumsy, by @wadedickpool - featuring clumsy!Reader, sex pollen and therefore, SMUT

Daughter!Reader

Sunshine, by @bigballofstress - featuring songfic, angst, and loving!Tony

Footsteps, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, fluff, and mentions of medication

Ready, by @canumoveurseatup-no - featuring angst, trigger warnings, and depression

Everything’s not fine, by @lfzyfx - featuring angst, fights and post-infinity war.

Never Again, by @lfzyfx - featuring angst, Thanos and character death.

Sister!Reader

The Protection Pact, by @steves-on-a-plane - featuring protective!Tony, dangerous missions, and sibling rivalry.

If you know of a fic that features Tony Stark x Reader and that isn’t here, please feel free to send it my way! And if any of the links here becomes broken, please let me know.

If you’re one of the writers featured here and you want to change the little summary I wrote, just send me a DM with the three characteristics you’d like to be acknowledged in the listed fic!

#fic compilations #fic compilation #tony stark x reader #tony stark reader #tony stark reader insert #tony stark reader imagine #tony stark imagine #tony stark imagines #tony stark smut #tony stark fluff #tony stark angst #tony stark fanfiction

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crazymisscarly · 2 years

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Choni FanFiction Update

Chapter Six is now live on Ao3.

Excerpt below the cut:

… when Toni woke up, she was too scared to open her eyes. The intensity of Cheryl Blossom and the lingering warmth that spread through her naked body was overpowering. And if this had been nothing more than a twisted dream, Toni was certain that her life would spiral so far out of control that nothing would make her want to return to her dull and colorless reality.

But then she felt movement beside her, and the brief sliding of skin on skin, and Toni felt the courage to open her eyes. Then her heart thudded in her chest as she realized that this was real. Cheryl was lying beside her - her once-perfectly coiffed hair a mess of red on Toni’s pillows, and her neck sporting a wicked red mark. Instantly Toni was filled with heat as she remembered the exquisite noises that echoed in her ears as she sucked on Cheryl’s skin and slid her hand up the skin of Cheryl’s thighs and landed somewhere between her legs… Toni swallowed as that same burning passion threatened to short-circuit her nerve endings.

And then Cheryl let out a long sigh, and her head shifted, and Toni felt her stomach clench with anxiety. But she didn’t have time to process her feelings, or even come up with a coherent thought, because Cheryl was slowly rolling onto her back, moving even closer…

At first, Cheryl’s expression was entirely filled with peace. Surprise flashed across her face, and then a smile as she quietly whispered: “Hi.” Toni smirked, and felt emboldened. She reached her arm across and rested it on Cheryl’s waist, then shuffled slightly closer. The warmth of Cheryl’s body was more comforting than any teddy bear had any hope to compete with. “Oh my God.” Cheryl mused as she gazed into Toni’s eyes.

Toni’s lips twitched. “Oh my God is right.” She let out a brief laugh, and her cheeks felt hotter than usual as she waited for Cheryl to talk again.

But then the illusion broke. Cheryl’s eyes widened, and panic flashed across her face. “Oh my God.” She said louder, and abruptly sat up. Her breathing became labored, and her face moved frantically between Toni and the door…

#choni #cheryl x toni #choni fanfiction #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale season 5 #riverdale season 5 au #my fics

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painofhumanity · 2 years

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Mobile Muse List

Marvel

Morgan H. Stark (daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts) Billy & Tommy Maximoff (twin sons of Wanda Maximoff and The Vision; MCU canon) Wendy Maximoff (First Class verse version of Wanda) Peter Parker (very AU) Peter Quill (very AU, based on Marvel’s What If. . ?) DJ Strange (OC daughter of Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer) Moth Strange (OC son of Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer) Luciana Morbius (OC daughter of Michael Morbius and Martine Bancroft) Annika Foster (OC daughter of Jane Foster and Thor) Valentine Romanoff (OC daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes) Eliot Ross (OC son of Betty Ross and Bruce Banner)

Veronica Wayne (OC daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle) Violet Lance-Queen (OC daughter of Laurel Lance and Oliver Queen) Zack Allen (OC son of Barry Allen and Kara Danvers, from another universe) Ronnie Raymond (AU) Eddie Thawne (AU) Tommy Merlyn (AU) Alice “Ace” Wayne (AU version of Ace from Batman: Beyond)

Horror

Eleanor Crain-Vance (AU) Beverly Marsh (inspired by both the 90′s miniseries and It Chapter 1 & 2) Ben Hanscom (inspired by both the 90′s miniseries and It Chapter 1 & 2) Marshall, Ember, Winter & Addie Hanscom (OC children of Ben and Beverly) Georgie II & Victoria Denbrough (OC children of Bill and Audra) TK Kaspbrak (OC daughter of Eddie and Myra) Lucky & Lilah Hanlon (OC children of Mike Hanlon) Eli Tozier (OC son of Richie Tozier) Teddy Uris (OC son of Stan and Patti) Amelia Harker (OC great-granddaughter of Johnathan and Mina Harker) Oliver Harker (OC great-grandson of Johnathan and Mina Harker) Miles Fairchild (mainly based on The Turning, but also has influences from The Haunting of Bly Manor, as well as the original source The Turn of the Screw) Flora Fairchild (mainly based on The Turning, but also has influences from The Haunting of Bly Manor, as well as the original source The Turn of the Screw) Bree Torrance (OC daughter of Dan Torrance)

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski (canon divergent, “spark”) Malia Tate (canon divergent) Allison Argent (AU, disabled) Kira Yukimura (canon divergent) Isaac Lahey (canon divergent) Erica Reyes (AU) Riley Hale (OC daughter of Derek Hale and Braeden) Aria Montgomery (adapted AU, Stiles’ cousin)

Other

Life (OC based in The Sandman universe) Zorya of the Endless (OC daughter of Morpheus/Dream of the Endless) Aurora Bright-St. Claire (OC daughter of Malcolm Bright from Prodigal Son) Stefan Salvatore (AU, human doppelganger) Tyler Galpin (canon divergent) Teddy Lupin (canon divergent?) Jason Reid (OC son of Spencer Reid and Maeve Donovan) Henrietta Morgan (OC daughter of Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia) Tallulah J Crowley (OC daughter of Archangel Gabriel adopted daughter of Crowley)

Original

Morgan Johnson (OC son of Life and Death) Emerald Blackwood (OC half-warlock, half-shifter) Felicity Vanderwald (OC nephilim, descended from a fallen angel) Zanna Hendrix (OC inspired by the Audrey Hepburn film Wait Until Dark) Zack Szczesny (OC werewolf) Lincoln “Kennedy” Fell (OC demon) Maggie Crane (OC psychic medium) Jack Fisher (OC siren) Miranda Domingo (OC telepath) Stella-Rose Grant (OC immortal starlet) Gia Russo (OC immortal mob boss) Damien Zhang (OC cambion, stage magician) Perenelle Hughes (OC time traveller) Oz Shelley (OC fairy)

#mobile muse list #//i don't have mobile friendly bio pages #so if you have any questions of my muses feel free to ask!

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years

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The 12(ish) Days of December

A/N: I intended to write a Hanukkah themed chapter, but unfortunately I suffered some burnout and I couldn’t really start it :(((((( I plan and hope to add on to this in the future, I just wanted to get it out here on time! Happy Holidays everyone!!

Read on Ao3

/ST*RKERS DNI/

“Che palle!” May cried as she and Peter stepped out of the elevator. “Tony, what the hell is that?!”

“It’s a giant teddy bear,” Tony called back from the kitchen. “It’s for you, Pete!”

“Me?” Peter gasped, his face lighting up. He charged toward the ten-foot teddy bear and tackled it. The giant brown bear teetered slightly with his weight but didn’t tip over. “He’s so soft!”

Tony came out of the kitchen with a wide grin on his face. He wiped his flour-coated hands on his pants and tried to give Peter a hug without pushing him off the bear,

“He’s so beautiful!” Peter giggled, wrapping his arms around the bear’s neck. “And huge!”

Tony nodded in a proud, self-satisfied sort of way. Besides being delighted that the boy clearly adored his gift, he now had proof that this was obviously how one should react when presented with a ten-foot-tall stuffed animal. He'd have to take a picture and send it to Pepper.

May tossed her purse on the floor and shook her head at Tony. “As long as you can find a place for it, I’m not complaining,” she chuckled.

“I’ll rent a storage unit somewhere,” Tony supplied, taking a sip of coffee from his Iron Man shaped mug. Tony treasured that mug, which had been gifted to him by Peter several months ago. He never brought it in the lab for fear that Dum-E or U would break it, and he kept it in the cabinet next to his “1# IronDad” mug (also a precious gift from his kid).

He looked back to Peter, who had wrapped his arms around the bear, which was tilting dangerously. “Be careful, kiddo,” he said, biting his lip. But the moment the words got out of his mouth, Peter and the gigantic teddy bear started to topple to the ground.

“Shit-!” he began, darting forward, only to be met by Peter’s giggles.

“Nooo. Leave me. ‘M comfy.” He rolled onto the bear’s big belly and sprawled across it. “This’s perfect,” he hummed, closing his eyes.

Tony and May shared a slightly exasperated yet fond glance. Tony flopped down next to Peter, tucking a curl behind his ear. “Now that I think about it, spider-baby,” he mused, “I’ve got something else for ya.”

Peter perked up and opened his eyes. “What?”

Tony gave him a large grin and ran a hand through his curls. “C’mere.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led Peter to his room.

May sighed. “I swear to god, Tony, if you’re giving him an Audi….” she muttered.

“I’m not!” the man insisted. Peter rolled his eyes and sat down on his bead.

Tony put a warm palm over his eyes. “Close your eyes, bud.”

Peter tried to keep his eyes closed as Tony ran to his own room, tearing through what sounded like wrapping paper and knocking boxes over with no absence of cursing.

Moments later, a small, leather 4x4 inch box was placed on his open palm. He opened his eyes and looked first at the box, then at up Tony, who smiled. May shrugged and gestured to open it.

Inside the box rested a thin, slender watch with a smooth black strap. The face of the watch was rectangular, and when Peter pushed the button on the side it lit up, displaying the time above what looked like a mini arc reactor. It resembled the StarkWatch he was wearing that very moment, except it looked more high-tech.

“A new StarkWatch, specially customized for you, by yours truly,” Tony said. “Your old one looked pretty busted, even though they’re supposed to be indestructible.” Peter snickered at Tony’s gentle jab. “And it’s got a few minor upgrades. You can set the lock screen, for one. And it should be trackable from anywhere in the universe, and I mean everywhere. And you can call me, or May, or Ned or Rhodey or whoever from the top of Mount Everest or the bottom of the Mariana Trench.”

“Wow,” Peter whispered, tracing the sides of the watch before strapping it onto his wrist. “Thank you, Mister Stark! I love it! It’s so cool!”

“What happened to ‘Tony?’” he grumbled playfully, giving his spider-baby a kiss on his head. “I’m glad you like it, buddy. It’s basically the same stuff as your old one, just better.”

Then, to both Peter and May’s surprise, Tony bent down and grabbed a colorful red bag covered in golden glitter. Peter laughed.

“Tony, it’s only the ninth!” May snorted, her eyebrows raised past her hairline.

“That’s because we’ll need these before Christmas,” Tony said wisely. He handed Peter a soft package wrapped in green tissue paper and watched him tear the packaging in half.

“It’s so ugly!” he cried, holding up a garish green sweater. There was a plastic red ball attached to the big reindeer's nose and tiny bells were tied onto the reindeer’s harness. Little snowflakes were patterned all over, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “I love it, Tony!” Peter pulled the sweater on and was delighted to find that the fabric was incredibly soft, instead of the unbearably itchy sweaters he had owned in the past. “It’s perfect!”

Tony laughed fondly at his already thrilled kid. “If you think it’s good now, wait till you see this. FRI, lights off,” he ordered.

Peter felt Tony fumble with something on his shoulder, and suddenly the sweater lit up. The reindeer’s nose lit up bright red, the snowflakes began to glow, and, as cliché as it might have sounded, the bells gave a merry jingle as Peter laughed.

“I love it!” He tackled Tony with a hug, relaxing slightly in the man’s arms.

“Good,” Tony chuckled, “‘Cause I’ve got about three more for you and your aunt each.”

“Tony, where’re we going?” Peter whined, his breath fogging the window. “Tell meeee!”

“My lips are sealed,” Tony said, pretending to zip his lips shut and throw away the key. “We’re almost there, Rudolph, don’t worry.”

“Rudolph?!” Peter snorted.

Tony reached over the console to ruffle his hair. “I thought you might want a Christmas nickname,” he explained. “Plus, y’know, you already had a nickname available that only required a bit of simple reconstruction, Roo.”

Peter shook his head. “Just tell meeee!”

“No. Never.”

“Pleeease?”

“I physically can’t, buddy.”

“Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme pleeeeeeeeease?”

“Will… to keep secrets… decreasing,” Tony said robotically. “Fine. We’re going ice-skating, Petey-Pie.”

Peter gasped, his big chocolate eyes going wide. “Really?!”

Tony grinned and glanced over to his kid. “Really.” He wished he could stop the car and give his sweet boy a hug.

“But…” Peter bit his lip. “I don’t really know how. I mean, I went ice skating with Ned a few years ago but we mostly fell over and bruised our butts.”

Tony chuckled fondly. “That’s okay kiddie, I’ll show you the arts. Rhodey and I went when we were in college, and man, we had a blast laughing at each other. Oh- we’re here!”

“Tony, I don’t have any skates!” Peter realized as they hopped out of the car.

“I already got you some, Pete, don’t worry,” Tony assured him. He opened the trunk of the car. “And I brought you an extra hat, a coat, a scarf, some better gloves, extra socks and a pair of snow pants.”

“Tony,” Peter began, leaning into the hug the man offered him all the same. He grumbled and rolled his eyes but let Tony wrap a scarf around his neck and trade his thin woolen gloves out for much warmer, thicker ones. Peter had to admit he felt a lot warmer. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Pete. M’kay, I’ve got these fancy red and blue skates for you and red and gold for me.”

“And I’m sure the color choices were random?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Wait- these have the Spider-Man logo on them! Mr. Stark, are there Spider-Man ice-skates?!”

Tony bent to kiss his forehead. “There are, Pete. Pretty cool, huh?”

“So cool! I love ‘em, thank you, Tony!” He held up the skates to admire them. “They’re great!”

“No problem, buddy. It was my pleasure.”

Peter flopped down in the snow and pulled on his skates. He looked up to admire the tall oak and pine trees swaying gently with the wind, the last leaves of fall scattering along the icy roads. A pair of snowflakes drifted down to his coat, and Peter felt a sort of peace flow through him.

“Petey? Are you comin’?” Tony called, skating back and forth along the edge of the pond. Peter knotted the laces of his skates tightly and struggled to his feet.

“I’m trying!” he yelled, staggering forward. He leaned over the ice and felt a bit dizzy. It was about a foot down to the actual ice, and Peter knew without a doubt that he would slip if he tried to get down. “I dunno, um….”

“I gotcha, Petey, don’t worry.” Tony held out his arms and gave him a reassuring smile. Hesitantly, Peter lowered stepped onto the frozen pond, grabbing Tony’s arm and clinging to him as he got both feet on the ice.

“Good job, Roo!” the man praised, lifting him up by the armpits so he was standing up a bit straighter. He couldn’t help but compare Peter to a fawn who just stood up for the very first time, and the boy’s big bambi eyes weren’t helping his case. “Getting on the ice is the hardest part. I’ve landed on my ass more times than I can count.” Tony frowned at himself. “Sorry I said ‘ass,’ don’t repeat that.”

Peter snorted. His skates slipped and he felt Tony’s arms tighten around him. “Whoa there, buddy. I gotcha.” He tucked a loose curl behind the teen’s ear and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“‘M’kay, you ready, Pete?”

“Heck yeah!”

Tony grinned. “Okay, first, you said ‘heck yeah’ instead of ‘hell yeah’ and that’s adorable,” he teased, chuckling at Peter’s eye roll. “Second: let’s wreck this rink!”

Though of course, they ended up making more of a wreck of themselves rather than the rink.

The very second Peter slid his foot forward, he found himself spontaneously falling backwards. Luckily, Tony caught him easily and gently pulled him back up.

“I meant to do that,” he huffed, his small hands scrabbling at Tony’s coat. “It was- completely- intentional.”

“Of course it was, Roo, I know that,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows. “No one has the grace and agility you do.”

“I am graceful, Tony! How dare you?!” Peter grumbled.

Tony might have made a quip about the arms wrapped tightly around his waist for support, but he decided his poor kid had suffered enough. Despite bumping into every table or chair in his path, Peter was surprisingly graceful, especially when he swung with ease through the air on a thin stand of webbing. “You are graceful, buddy, I promise,” he admitted. “You wanna give it another try?”

Peter stuck his tongue out at him, adjusted his hat, and gingerly took a step forward. Tony tensed, ready to lunge forward and catch him if the boy slipped, but found himself letting a quiet cheer. “Nice job, Pete!”

Peter beamed at him, his legs spread far apart and his arms extended for balance. He tipped backwards and Tony started to jump forward, but Peter flailed his arms around and regained his balance.

“I think you’re getting the hang of it, kiddo!” Tony called as Peter made his way to the opposite side of the pond. He winced suddenly, protectiveness flooding through him at his retreating figure. “Be careful! Wait for me!”

He caught up to Peter easily and zipped in front of him, catching him by the shoulders. “You’re doing great, baby!”

“Thanks,” he giggled, looking down at his shoes. He wiped his red nose with the back of his hand and sniffled. “‘S fun!”

Tony smiled and adjusted Peter’s scarf. “Glad to hear it.”

“Tony?” he asked. “Can you do a figure eight?”

The man paused to consider this, clicking his tongue. “Only one way to find out!” he decided.

Peter watched excitedly as he skated out to the middle of the pond, looking practically weightless. Tony took a deep breath, prayed he didn’t break any bones, then pushed off. He zoomed around the pond in a perfect figure eight, only faltering for a brief moment, and traced over it twice before he skidded back to Peter. “Ta-da!”

Peter applauded, clearly very impressed. Tony bowed exaggeratedly and pretended to be embarrassed.

“D’you think I should try?” Peter asked.

Tony smiled fondly. “Only if you want to. I know you’d nail it though.”

And he did. Peter skated carefully to the edge of the pond and performed the figure eight beautifully, spinning in circles and laughing when he got a bit too dizzy.

Tony skated up to him, his eyes huge. “Jesus, Petey, that was fantastic!” He pulled the embarrassed teen to his chest and wished, not for the first time, that Peter wasn’t wearing a hat so he could kiss the top of his head. He settled for Peter’s cheek instead. “Wow, baby, that was amazing! Wait- I gotta sign you up for the Olympics. Where’s my phone- oh, I got it.” He pulled his phone from his coat.

“Tony, nooooo!” Peter protested.

“Tony yes. You’re too talented.”

“It was just a figure eight!” he giggled. “And you did one too so you hafta sign yourself up.” Peter looked up to the gray sky and shivered as the brisk winds tore at his heavy coat and scarf. He leaned even closer to Tony.

“You cold, baby?” Tony rubbed his back gently, hoping to generate some warmth. “Wanna go back home? We can come back here anytime you want.”

Peter sighed a bit sadly, but he had to admit he was freezing. He and Tony skated back to the car quickly. Snowflakes began to fall rapidly down as gusts of wind tried to upset their balance. Tony helped Peter onto the bank and they hurriedly yanked off their ice skates.

They found refuge in the car only when Tony turned the heater up full blast and leaned over the console to pull Peter into his arms. Peter’s shivers that had been worrying him far more than Tony had been willing to say eventually died off and together they watched what was now practically a blizzard raging outside.

“Just in time,” Tony mumbled into Peter’s curls. “Feel any better, baby?”

He grew worried when he received no response and pulled back. Peter’s eyes were shut and his breathing slow, though he made a small whimpering noise in the back of his throat when Tony pulled away. Tony smiled, a tender, loving light in his eyes and pulled Peter back into his arms, cradling his kid against his chest and rubbing his back soothingly. “‘M here. ‘M here, baby, don’t worry,” he cooed, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Peter curls tickled his cheek, his warm breath heating the skin of Tony’s neck. The console between him and his kid was uncomfortable and hard against his side, but he wouldn’t have moved for the world. Tony held Peter tightly and closed his eyes.

Maybe they could stay there a little while as they waited for the blizzard to pass.

III

Tony had been brewing a hot cup of coffee in the kitchen when a disheveled, sniffling, sleepy Peter face-planted into his back.

“Whoa, bud!” Tony spun around and caught the boy under the armpits. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” He tilted Peter’s chin back and found that his nose was bright red, his eyes were half-lidded, and his bedhead was a lot worse (though still absolutely adorable) than it usually was.

“‘M fine,” Peter sniffled, leaning heavily against his chest. “Missed you.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony murmured, wrapping his arms around the small teen, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He gave his definitely-not-sick spider-baby a smooch on his temple. “You’re pretty warm,” he noted with a hint of worry in his voice. He pressed the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead. “Do you wanna lie down, kiddo?”

Peter shook his head weakly. “Wan’ you.”

Tony’s heart melted and he turned into a pile of mush. In this tired, sick, achy state Peter was clingier than ever, and all he wanted was him. He wanted Tony. He kissed Peter’s temple. “I’m gonna stay right here, Petey, don’t worry,” he assured his kid. “I promise.”

Tony held Peter with one arm while he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets with the other. “FRI? What’s up with the spider-baby?”

“Peter is exhibiting symptoms of a common cold, such as coughing, sneezing, a runny nose, and a fever,” the AI replied. Tony felt a pang of worry and empathy in his heart.

“Okay. I’ve got your pain meds,” he announced in a whisper. “Do you want water or OJ?”

Peter decided on the latter, not bothering to raise his head but simply mumbling “juice” into the man’s chest. Tony hummed in agreement and attempted to pour a glass for himself one-handedly (most of the juice ended up on the counter, but holding his sick kid was far more important than pouring orange juice).

He led the boy to the couch, a steadying hand around his shoulders. Peter snuggled against him, coughing and sniffling. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and shivered.

Tony placed two white pills into palm. Peter took a hesitant sip of his drink and gulped down the pills. Tony tucked an errant curl behind his ear and placed a kiss one his temple.

With Peter still in his hold, he strained to reach the weighted electric blanket that had fallen behind the couch. With a painful crack from his twisted back, he finally managed to get his fingers around the feather-soft blanket and settled back on the couch with a triumphant grunt.

He wrapped the electric blanket tightly around them both. Peter’s shivering caused a surge of fierce protection to run through his veins, and Tony hugged him to his chest, pressing a kiss to his soft, though slightly sweaty curls. He glared at the dark corners of the room, as if somehow the very cold that was making his child suffer so much would leap from the shadows.

Peter found comfort in the vibrations of Tony’s chest and the beat of his heart. The calloused fingers running through his hair and the occasional kiss against his temple soothed him beyond measure, and without ever realizing it, Peter started to drift off. Compared to when he had woken up, soaked with sweat, wheezing and sniffling and rather nauseous, he felt so much better in his father-figure’s embrace.

Dimly, he noticed that Tony was talking to him. He thought he recognized the words coming out of his mouth, and he realized suddenly that Tony was reading Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree to him. That book had been Peter’s favorite when he was a small toddler, and hearing the familiar words aloud brought a big burst of happiness to his chest.

Peter let his eyes slip shut for a second. The headache that had been pounding in his head was completely gone and in Tony’s arms, he felt incredibly warm and cozy and happy.

When his eyes opened again, he determined that Tony had finished reading the book. If he had had enough energy, he would have asked him to read another. But much to his delight, he realized Tony had already picked up another book.

And just before his eyes fluttered shut, he heard Tony’s gentle voice speaking, full of love. “I love you, Petey.”

I love you too.

“Mmm, Tony, the spaghetti was fantastic!” May exclaimed as she loaded her plate into the dishwasher. “I need that recipe, it’s just too good!”

Tony looked at Peter out of the corner of his eyes. The boy shook his head frantically and drew a finger across his throat. Tony snickered. “Thank you, May, I’m glad to hear that,” he said.

To be completely truthful, he felt like throwing up. During the dinner, Peter had chatted enough to distract him, but now his emotions were left to himself, and Tony had barely been swallowed by them. He stuffed the last plate in the dishwasher and took a few long, deep breaths. He massaged his forehead and blinked, sitting down heavily on the couch.

Tony’s heart was beating out of his chest. He looked up to the boy, who was texting someone- probably Ned, completely oblivious. “Pete?” he began shakily. “Do you think we could talk for a second?” He and May shared a glance. She realized immediately what he was about to do and gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.

“Yeah!” Peter vaulted onto the couch with a laugh. His grin faded when he saw how worried, how scared the man looked. Alarm kindled in his chest. “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark?”

Tony couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the cookie crumbs in the corners of his mouth or the way his hair frizzed everywhere as he pulled his Santa hat off. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Um-” Tony had to clear his throat. He reached down and grabbed a briefcase leaning against the couch that Peter hadn’t noticed before. “Uh,” he tried. He pulled two papers out of the briefcase and stared at them for a long while. “Do you think that you could give these a read, kiddo?”

Peter nodded silently and took them. He looked up at Tony, his head tilted in confusion.

He looked to the papers. His eyes widened in disbelief. “W-what? I-” He turned the papers over as if there would be a sticky note saying “IT'S A PRANK!” on the back. “What? W-what? I-I don’t-” Peter shook his head.

He couldn’t stop looking at those cream-colored papers.

Child: Peter Benjamin Parker

Adopting Parent(s): Anthony Edward Stark

The rest of the paper was blank, except for Tony’s signature at the bottom.

“Am I asleep? This-this is a dream, right?” Peter's eyes were filling with tears but he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

“It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” May said gently. “It’s real.” She squeezed his knee, hoping to ground him.

“Really?” He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to form words. He gaped like a fish, reading the adoption papers over and over again. “You-you wanna adopt me?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Tony finally gathered the courage to look at his kid. “Yeah, baby. But only if you want to, okay? Nothing would change, though. We’d- just be making it official. Everything would be the same except-” He throat closed, and suddenly he couldn’t speak.

Except Peter would be his official son- legally, on paper. And Tony would be his official dad. (There was no way Tony wasn’t already his dad.)

“What are you thinking, baby?” he murmured, instinctively tucking a curl behind Peter’s ear with shaky hands.

Tony’s gentle touch was enough to break the dam of emotions that had been holding back. Peter sniffled, then burst into tears and practically jumped into his dad’s arms.

Tony hugged him tightly, rubbing a hand up and down his back and pressing long kisses to his temple. Peter blubbered into his chest, happy tears soaking Tony’s sweater. May wrapped her arms around the two and squeezed them both tightly.

Tony felt tears prickle in his own eyes and he dropped his forehead to Peter’s curls. “Is that a yes?” he finally managed to say.

Peter giggled wetly and nodded frantically against his chest.

A grin as wide as a dinner plate crossed Tony’s face. He realized suddenly that tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away. He kissed the top of Peter's head and squeezed him tighter.

May pressed a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek and stood up. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, sensing that the father and son might want a moment alone.

Tony rocked his kid back and forth, rubbing his back and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. “I love you,” he murmured into his chestnut curls. “I love you.” IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

“Love you,” Peter babbled. “I love you too. I love you.”

He held Peter at an arm’s length, still grinning. Then he pulled his kid back to him again and kissed his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you.”

Peter sniffled, wiping his nose with his sweater. He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and curled around him like a koala. He leaned heavily against his dad’s chest, his breathing beginning to even out. Tony’s chest vibrated with every “I love you so much, Petey” and his ceaseless murmurs of love and comfort.

“Love you, Dad,” he said sleepily, his eyelids drooping.

A lump formed in Tony’s throat that he couldn’t seem to swallow past. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks. “Petey-” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I love you so much. So damn much, okay?” He ran his hand up and down the boy’s back, kissing his temple and trying to blink his happy tears away.

Tony felt himself slowly drifting asleep. He blinked, and then his cheek was resting on his kid’s curls. His eyes closed again, and suddenly May was there, draping a blanket over them. He tried to tell her to get Peter’s special heated blanket, because his poor kid couldn’t thermoregulate and absolutely hated the cold. Then he realized that she had already tucked it around the boy and sighed in relief, finally letting himself relax.

May settled on the opposite side of Peter and wrapped an arm around him. Within minutes she was snoring quietly, but Tony was too tired to notice. A wave of joy and peace and love washed over him, and his eyes slipped shut.

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for moments like these

A million years ago, I started a story inspired by another one of @spidey-art‘s wonderful pieces of work. It just occurred to me I never posted it, so here it is!

(some lines of dialogue near the end belong to her.)

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Peter comes back to life in the fall of 2023, five years after his death. He's sixteen still, because the world kept moving without him, because he blinked himself to ashes and woke again, caught up with time and found himself the same in a universe so different and new. Welcome back, welcome home.

So he's sixteen and he's standing in the bathroom of the Stark cabin upstate, smudging blue paint across his cheek. The sink faucet runs blistering hot and Pepper is in the doorway watching him, her mouth curled in amusement. Peter meets her eyes in the reflection of the mirror as she announces, professional voice and all, “Princess Morgan would like you to know you're late to the royal tea party.”

Peter laughs. “Oops,” he says, and dips his hands under the water to wash them clean. His fingertips are stained colorful, strong with the smell of Morgan's fruit-scented markers. “My apologies to her highness.”

“She hasn't threatened to behead you yet,” Pepper says. “So I think you're okay. She seemed more interested in trying to make Tony wear a dress.”

What an image, Peter thinks, laughing, and asks, “I'm guessing she didn't succeed?”

Pepper smirks. “Not even close.”

“Worth a try,” Peter says, and smiles at Pepper in the mirror, soft, polite. “Please let the princess know I'll be down soon.”

Pepper doesn’t leave right away, just hovers there, eyeing the multi-colored clips in his hair, the bands Morgan twisted through his curls with all the haphazard grace of an over-excited four-year-old. She coughs into her fist like she's trying not to laugh. “As you wish, Sir Peter,” she says, and mutters to herself, on the way out, “Tony is gonna love this.”

Ah, Peter muses, drying his hands on a towel, there it is.

He gets it, the ridiculous of it all, the pure, raw irony of the blue star drawn on his cheek sat perfectly where a bruise blossomed just weeks ago, fresh and bright from the fight to save the universe. It’s stupid, but in a fond, comforting way. Peter can’t quite explain how it unravels something warm inside him, something that begs for normalcy, for the hours he can't get back in the years he wasn't around. Tony is always telling him this is what he needs – normalcy. Like he doesn’t need it too.

Downstairs, May and Pepper are drinking from wine glasses, and they watch Peter go by in his socked feet and his pink apron, their voices strained and wavering as they try to keep it together.

“Wow, Peter,” May says. “I've never seen you look better.”

“Tea party icon for sure,” Pepper adds. “Just look at that apron.”

“Can you give me fashion tips later? I have a date.”

Peter rolls his eyes.

Normalcy. A part of him has been searching for it since he was a child, since he lost his parents and longed for something to make sense again, those nights Ben sat by his bed, holding him as he cried, as he mourned, saying, “You just have to take it one day at a time.” Peter didn't understand what that meant. He hid away under his covers, in a room that wasn't his own, in a house that wasn't his own, and Ben waited patiently the whole time, peeled away the layers bit by bit and guided Peter to his feet to stand with him at his door, looking out into the hall, out into the world.

“I'm not asking you to run a marathon,” Ben said. “It takes time to be okay again.” And he shifted around to stand in front of Peter, on the other side of the threshold, some invisible line between them. “Just take this step. That's all.”

“And then what?” Peter whispered.

“And then we'll figure it out,” Ben said.

One piece at a time. Peter steps now through the front door of the cabin and onto the porch. At the edge of the yard near the lake, Tony and Morgan are waiting, and Peter joins them, sits in a chair too small at a table he can't fit his knees under. It's warm outside, warmer than normal for this time of year, but the world is different and Peter is different and they're all just taking steps the only way they know how.

“You're late,” Tony says, judging from beneath his sunglasses, a set of paintings on his face to rival Peter's and a black witch's hat on top his head. Peter snorts and accepts the teacup Morgan thrusts his way.

“I sent my apologies via the messenger,” Peter says.

“Don't let Pepper hear you call her that,” Tony replies, knocking his leg against the teddy bear in the seat next to his. He rights it again before it can fall over. “Actually, do. I want to see what happens,” he says, and pats the teddy bear's back, adding, “Sorry, Doug.”

Morgan fumbles with her teapot. “He says he'll forgive you if I can have your sandwich.”

“Square deal,” Tony agrees. “That's bribery, by the way.”

“Nuh-uh,” Morgan argues. “Mommy says bribery usually involves money.”

“I'm concerned why you two were discussing this,” Tony says, and shifts his gaze to Peter while Morgan shrugs and starts examining the inside of her teapot, her nose scrunching, expression concerned. Tony slants Peter a critical look.

“What are you supposed to be again?” he asks, at the exact moment Morgan yells, “Oh no, Daddy! The tea is poison!”

“I'm tea party icon, Mrs. Nesbit,” Peter says, swallowing a laugh. “Obviously.”

Tony hums a little and takes a sip of his apple juice.

Peter says, as serious as he can muster, “I don't know if you got the three-second-ago memo, but that's poison now.”

Tony takes another sip. “Shame.”

“I'll save you!” Morgan declares, jumping up and clutching the teapot tight. She races off toward the house, her red cape billowing behind her, her cowboy boots clunking across the wood of the porch.

In her wake, Tony asks, “Think she's coming back?”

“Probably,” Peter says, and so they both sit there, a silence settling between them, a quiet, private feeling they don't have to explain. Peter’s sure Tony gets it too, the ridiculousness of it all, how a month before this they stood side-by-side in a place of war and now they're sitting at a plastic table and everything is saved and everything is different and none of it quite makes sense. They don't have to say it.

Time is strange. It's a fickle thing, a monstrosity of grief and pain and love. But somewhere in it, you breathe – for moments like these, the warmth of the sun on your face, the feel of the grass beneath your feet. Peter doesn't have Ben to guide him anymore, but there are still people waiting on the other side of the threshold, ready to help him move mountains. One step at a time.

“Well,” Tony says, raising his cup, “To poisoned tea,” and Peter raises his cup too.

That's the thing about the world: through all the trials and tribulations, it learns to heal again.

“To poisoned tea,” Peter says, and he takes a breath.

He's learning to heal again too.

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