#pepper potts x fem!reader

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Designer baby

Content - age regression, cg!tony, cg!pepper, designer labels, wealth (obviously), dummy use, fruit, bottles, cuddles, tooth rotting fluff, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - some days your mommy and daddy can’t help but spoil you.

Authors note - I don’t even remember how I started writing this I just felt the need to be spoiled with the nonexistent money I don’t have so I wrote about people that would, reblogs are greatly appreciated I worked quite hard on this one, I hope you enjoy<3

Tony stark and pepper Potts were not short on money.

Very far from it.

You knew that they would go to spectacular lengths to make sure you were well taken care of but you never thought that they would go this far.

As soon as you stepped foot out of your bedroom this morning you were greeted with the sight of glowing fairy lights, new toys, some new clothing and tony and pepper laying out a selection of personalised clothing.

What on earth were they up to?

“Good morning baby” you heard pepper say brightly walking over to you and taking you hand in here leading you over towards tony.

“Morning mommy” you yawned skipping over to tony keeping hold of peppers hand “hey skippy” tony chuckled lifting you off the ground and placing you on his hip.

“Morning daddy, what’s this?” You giggled kicking your legs to signal towards the empty boxes and packages strewn across the floor “well angel we thought we could have a spoiling princess day today, how does that sound”

He didn’t even have to ask, you loved days like these and it was very clear to them by the excited squeal that you let out.

“I think that answers our question tony” pepper chuckled picking up some of the discarded boxes and putting them to the side.

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A few hours later you had played with each of your new toys more than once, and named all of of your new soft toys, your favourite was a small black kitten that you had decided to name shadow.

There were only 3 problems, the first one was you were so caught up in playing that you had forgotten to have any fluids or anything to eat, the second one was that you hadn’t gotten changed out of your pajama’s yet and the third was you felt in desperate need of your dummy.

This was the only problem about days like these, the two of them had done so much for you and you didn’t want to bother them with anymore.

You didn’t have long to stew in your thoughts because a few seconds later your tummy let out a light growl.

“Oh no, tony it looks like we’ve forgotten to feed our little baby!” She gasped getting up from her space on the floor “it looks like we did, I think we also forgot something else” he chuckled gently poking your pajama trousers with the telly remote.

“How about I go and get the little rascal something to eat while you get her dressed” pepper chuckled placing a kiss on your forehead before making her way to the kitchen.

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A few minutes later tony had dressed you in your favourite Burberry jumper and a pair of black leggings and fuzzy brown socks.

Making your way back into the kitchen on Tony’s hip you saw pepper place down a bowl of your favourite fruits. After tony helped you into the wooden chair he picked up a tea towel and placed it into your jumper as an extra precaution in case you spilt anything.

After he helped spoon the fruit into your mouth he went over to the sofa where another package was awaiting.

“Do you wanna open this one princess?” He asked signalling for pepper to come over “yes please” you smiled reaching for the package that had been loosened by tony so you wouldn’t need to use that much effort.

Pulling out the package you saw a white box with a new baby bottle inside, an Armani baby bottle.

This one was clearly peppers work they intricate design up the top of the bottle would have caught her eye.

“Thank you!” You squealed reaching up to give a cuddle to your mommy and daddy listening to them chuckle proudly at your manners “it’s okay angel we’re glad you like it.”

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While tony washed and heated up your bottle pepper brought you to lie against her chest on the sofa while she gently eased the dummy into your mouth while you waited for your bottle.

“Thank you mama” you whispered behind the shield nuzzling into her blonde locks “it’s okay my love” she whispered back placing a kiss on your earlobe.

“The wait is over your royal highness” tony said in a very poorly executed posh accent presenting you with the bottle before passing it to pepper making you shriek with laughter.

Once she replaced your dummy with the bottle you immediately began drinking down the milk, after a few minutes you felt the effects of the milk catch up with you and you felt yourself grow tired.

“It’s okay little have a little nap if you need it you’ve had a big day” tony smiled looking at you with loving eyes.

Once you finally succumbed to sleep tony and pepper were left in silence looking down at you “god she’s adorable” pepper laughed watching your nose wiggle in your sleep.

“She sure is, our little designer baby.”

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Y/n: DAD , SHE SAID YES ! I ASKED HER TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND SHE SAID YES!!!

Tony : Thats great .Now who is this women i have to give a dad talk to ?

Y/n: You already know her ...its Natasha

Tony:Excuse me, what ?!!!!

Tony: Altough you have great taste , dating colleagues, exspecially red heads is not allowed.

Y/n: seriously? Mum worked for you before you married her !And wtf Dad

Tony: That was differen-fair point .

If she hurts you i'll kill her .

Y/n:Yeah good luck trying that

Tony:What was that?

Y/n:Nothing !

*walks out *

Pepper:She's got a point

Tony :How long have you been standing there ?! No -you know forget it i need a drink.

Pepper:Tony No

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Picnics and Starks.

Wanda Maximoff x Stark fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translations: “Hola hermosa.” Hello beautiful.

“Mami.” Mom.

“Detka.” Baby.

“Cariño.” Dear.

“Hijita.” Daughter.

“Amor.” Love.

Word count: 4,180.

Masterlist.

It was a hot summer day and Wanda Maximoff found herself making her way up the massive driveway of her girlfriend, Y/N Stark's house, feeling beyond terrified as today would be the day she would be celebrating her first annual Stark picnic party, therefore ensuring she would be meeting the rest of her girlfriend's extended family.

As Wanda got closer to the huge double doors, she wiped her sweaty palms on her shorts and exhaled a breath to help settle her nerves, "okay Wanda, you can do this," she whispers to herself as she presses the doorbell, heart racing in anticipation.

As she waits for a minute she hears rustling and yelling coming from inside the house and she sends a quick prayer up above once the doorknob starts rattling, that the person to greet her is either you, Pepper or Tony.

Once the door swings open, the redhead lets out a sigh in relief as your smiling face comes into view.

“Hey baby, you made it!” You exclaim happily, pulling your girlfriend in by the waist and kissing her softly.

Wanda hums against your lips, feeling her nerves wash away as she stands in your arms, a smile over taking her face, “hello good-looking,” the redhead whispers with a loving smile.

“Hola hermosa,” you reply with a playful wink. “How you doing? You okay to meet everyone?” You ask your girlfriend as you hold her against your chest.

Wanda plays with the collar of your shirt lightly, her lip caught between her teeth as she shakes her head slowly, “honestly detka, I'm nervous. What if they don't like me?” She questions softly.

You move back slightly, taking her face into your hands, rubbing soothing circles on her cheekbones, “hey Wands, look at me,” you say just as soft and nervous green eyes meet yours. “They are going to love you. My parents, Tony, Pepper and Morgan already do and they're the most important people in my life. This is just an extension of that love, and if they don't like you, then they are all idiots and I could care less what they have to say,” you tell your girlfriend with conviction, “but they will love you Max, because you're wonderful, and you make me truly happy. Plus what's not to love, you're the best!” You say, a dopey lovesick smile on your face, eyes crinkled in delight.

Wanda laughs, enamored at the sight of your happiness, “okay, I trust you babe, let's do this,” she says after a minute.

You take Wanda's hand, rubbing soothing circles to help ease her nerves as you both make your way through the huge house. “I'm with you every step of the way, if it gets to be too much let me know and we're out of here,” you tell Wanda and she nods appreciatively once you make it to your big backyard.

As Wanda is looking around, she catches sight of your brother, his wife and some of their closest friends near the grill and some tables, as some others are by or in the pool and the tension she felt in her shoulders melts away.

“Let's go say hi to Tony,” you say, as you pull the redhead towards your older brother and his friends. Once you’re near your older brother you reluctantly let go of Wanda's hand, “Tony!” You exclaim excitedly to your brother that is manning the grill.

“Hey! Short stack!” Tony says just as excited, as he hands the spatula to the person beside him and pulls you in for a tight bear hug.

“I'm not a short stack,” you mutter into your brother's shoulder, “I'm literally an inch taller than you,” you pout, causing the people around you to let out a laugh.

“Technicalities kid,” he says as he pulls back, his signature smirk on his face, “so how are you?” He asks sincerely, an arm going around your shoulders, “are you doing okay? Taking care of yourself?” He says looking at you softly, being a dad has done him wonders.

“Yeah Tony, I'm doing great, thanks for asking,” you say with an appreciative smile, “how are you guys doing? How's the little critter? Where is she by the way?” You ask, scanning the backyard for your niece.

Tony walks a short distance with you away from the grill, “we're great! She's as great as can be and she's over by the pool with Steve and Bucky,” he says with a smile, pointing out his daughter dressed in a cute pink swimsuit and a matching pink life vest, splashing around two of the men you've known for a good portion of your life. “She is an extreme troublemaker though. Just as chaotic as you were at age 4. I swear, if you two have children, I hope they're as bad as you were at that age so you can see what I had to deal with,” Tony says with a chuckle, looking between you and Wanda, causing both of you to blush at the topic of having children together.

“I wasn't a troublemaker,” you mumble shyly, looking at the ground, cheeks burning red.

“You so were a troublemaker!” Tony says mildly offended, “you nearly gave me a heart-attack every time we went out because of how much trouble you caused,” he begins ranting, “you literally made me swear off teen pregnancy!” Tony exclaims, drawing eyes to you both at his loud outburst.

“Tony, shut up!” You whisper yell with a laugh covering your brother's mouth with your hands, “I get it, okay, I was a little shit,” you say and Wanda lets out an amused laugh.

Tony begins swatting your arms, “get your hands off of me,” he huffs, pushing you away from him and you laugh harder.

“Well then shut up, because you're causing a scene,” you say, your older brother looking scandalized.

“I'm causing a scene?” Tony gasps, his voice going slightly higher.

“Yes, you're causing a scene,” you tease, a smirk on your face because you know just how well to get under your brother's skin.

“Oh, you take that back or I'll show you a scene,” Tony says, advancing towards you quickly, causing you to run behind Wanda, grabbing both her arms and maneuvering her as if she were a human shield, protecting you from your brother, “get over here kid,” he says, arms trying to reach around Wanda to get to you.

“No,” you say playfully, still using your girlfriend's body to help you deflect his hands.

“Come on, I just wanna talk,” Tony says exasperated, still running circles around the redhead.

“Oh no you don't, you want to hurt me,” you laugh.

“Nuh uh,” he says childishly, causing you to laugh out even louder, “please Y/N/N leave lovely Wanda out of this and let's talk,” Tony says with a faux softness, seizing his movements, causing you to stop as well. “See that wasn't so hard, was it?” He says, and once you're caught off guard enough, he quickly says, “sorry Wanda,” and softly pushes your girlfriend to the side to reach you, putting you in a chokehold and rubbing his knuckles on your head as he has done plenty of times before.

“Ow, shit Tony, let go you fucker,” you yell, your arms going to push at your brother's waist in an attempt to shove him off and break your head free.

“No, take it back,” he says his arms tight, just enough to keep your head in a hold without actually hurting you.

“But you were causing a scene,” you say, not one to back down.

“No, I wasn't.”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn't.”

“Yes, you were.”

You begin arguing back and forth, tussling about.

“Children, please stop your bickering,” you hear a voice above you say, and both you and Tony stop to look at Pepper, an amused smile on her face, “Tony, let your sister go,” she demands and your brother let's go immediately, “now, both of you, apologize to each other,” the blonde says sternly, causing both you and Tony to look like scolded kids.

“I'm sorry,” you both mutter and the people around you let out laughs.

“Now, hug it out,” Pepper smiles, and both you and Tony do, pulling away in a second, proceeding to stick your tongues out at each other. “Oh, my god, Pepper laughs, “children. You two are literal children,” Pepper says, turning to face your laughing girlfriend. “Hello Wanda, how are you?” Pepper asks, arms wrapping around the redhead.

“I'm doing great Pep, how are you?” Wanda asks sincerely, returning the hug.

“I'm great as well,” she smiles, “but, I think my child needs a nap.”

Tony looks at his wife with a frown of confusion and asks, “what? Is Morgan tired? She slept on the way here.”

Pepper shakes her head and says, “not Morgan, you! Now quit being a cranky pants, stop fighting with your sister and get back to manning the grill. You handed the spatula to Nat and if we want any more burgers and hotdogs, you better take over quickly,” the blonde teases.

Causing an offended, “hey!” To be heard through the backyard.

As your brother walks away from you by orders of his wife, you make your way towards some of Tony's friends.

“Hey Nat,” you greet the offended redhead that is sitting down in a chair, sulking while drinking a beer.

“Hey kid,” the slightly older woman greets happily, standing up to pull you into a hug.

“You remember my girlfriend Wanda, right?” You say as you move back towards the redhead, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Of course I remember her, we've met a couple of times Y/N,” Natasha laughs, rolling her eyes teasingly, “Wanda, good to see you again,” she says kindly, also pulling your girlfriend into a hug.

“Good to see you again too Nat,” Wanda nods with a smile as she pulls back.

“So, not that I don't want to spend some time with you two, but you should really go around and greet everyone else. They haven't taken their eyes off of you since you both walked in,” Natasha says with a head nod in the general direction of the rest of your family and both you and Wanda turn around to see that everyone is, in fact, looking at you.

At this, Wanda immediately puts her hand in yours, her nerves suddenly reappearing tenfold, causing her to tense. Something that Natasha immediately notices.

“You've got this Wanda,” the woman says with a smile, hand coming to squeeze your girlfriend's shoulder reassuringly, “you'll do great, they're all pretty cool, except for a few bad seeds, but you've got mini Stark with you, she won't let anything bad happen to you,” Natasha winks at you both softly and you smile in appreciation. “Come and find me later, we definitely need to catch up,” the redhead says and you both nod, then walk away in search of your parents.

As you locate your mother talking to some of your aunts, you pull Wanda towards the small circle and greet your mother.

“Hey Mami, look who's here,” you say, a smile overtaking your face.

“Wanda!” Your mother greets happily, pulling your girlfriend into a hug, “I'm so glad you could make it, cariño,” she smiles.

“Me too, Mrs. Stark,” Wanda says with a polite smile.

“Oh Wanda, what have we said about calling me Mrs. Stark?” Your mom scolds playfully, hands coming to her hips, causing you and Wanda laughter.

“To not call you that, my apologies Maria,” Wanda blushes.

“It's alright cariño,” Maria Stark winks, then she turns to look at you, “now Y/N, does your father know that Wanda is here?” She asks and you shake your head. “Well, let him know immediately and after you do, you can go ahead and go around showing her off to the rest of the family,” the older Stark woman says and you grin, “but please, for the love of all that is holy. Don't go bragging to your cousin Jarvis about Wanda and how you can keep a girl longer than he can. He's already resentful that some of your cousins and his brother have married before him,” your mother says, “and I definitely do not want to break up a fight today.”

“Oh, come on mom, but Jarvis is an ass-“ you begin, but your mother's glare cuts you right off.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, do not talk about your cousin that way,” Maria scolds, causing you to shut up immediately. Knowing you do not want to go against your mother because you certainly don't have a death wish.

“Fine, I promise to be civil. But, if he gets out of line, I won't hold back. You know how he likes to push my buttons and literally has no ounce of human decency. If he tries anything with Wanda, I won't be held responsible for my actions,” you say sternly and your mother sighs.

“Okay, but please for my sake hijita, don't antagonize him,” Maria says softly.

Your girlfriend takes your hand, then looks at your mother, “I'll make sure she behaves, Maria,” Wanda smiles, “now come on baby, let's go find your dad,” the redhead says, tugging your hand to get you to walk away.

Y/N throws Wanda a loving smile and squeezes her hand, eyes flitting around the huge backyard, “do you see him anywhere?” You ask and Wanda shakes her head, “I think I see him over there right outside the kitchen actually,” you say as you guide Wanda towards your father.

When you reach your father you realize some of his business partners are with him and slowly approach, “hello everybody, pops, can I pull you away for a minute?” You ask softly, as you and Wanda wave politely at the men.

“Sure!” He exclaims happily, “I see Wanda is here,” he smiles, his arms opening up to hug your girlfriend, “so how are you both doing? Are you finding everything okay?” Howard Stark asks.

“Yes Mr. Stark, everything is great, lovely party,” Wanda replies nervously, and you squeeze her hand to help ground her.

“Great, great!” Your father's loud voice booms, “I'm glad you're having a good time, and please, what have we said about calling me Mr. Stark?” He smiles and Wanda blushes.

“I'm sorry Howard, I just assumed since you were in company you'd want me to greet you formally,” Wanda stutters.

“Oh please, don't you worry about formalities when speaking to me no matter who I'm with. You're practically my daughter now with how long you two have been together, Howard is always fine, or dad,” he winks in good nature, “but never Mr. Stark, we're family now,” your dad grins and Wanda smiles tearfully as you rush to hug him.

“Thanks dad,” you whisper emotionally against his chest.

“Anytime kid,” he whispers back, placing a kiss on your forehead, “now go ahead and introduce her to everyone, I'll see you after the party, okay?” He says, you and Wanda nod.

As you walk away from your dad and to a more secluded spot in the backyard, you take Wanda's hands into yours and stand in front of her, “okay amor, how are you holding up? Is it getting to be all too much or are you good to keep on going?” You ask softly, eyes full of concern as you look at Wanda.

Wanda squeezes your hands, letting go of one to put a strand of her behind your ear as she responds, “I'm actually doing good because you're by my side. We can keep going,” Wanda smiles and you nod with a smile as well.

“Sounds good, babe. Okay, let's start with my aunt Rebecca and my uncle Adam, you remember them right?” You ask as you begin walking towards the pair. At the lack of response you turn to face Wanda who is sporting a clueless look causing you to chuckle, “they're the ones that let us use they're restaurant for our 3rd year anniversary.”

“Oh... okay,” Wanda nods, still slightly clueless and you laugh, halting your walk to place a soft kiss on your girlfriend's cheek in adoration.

“I love you,” you say with laughter and Wanda beams.

“I love you,” the redhead replies with a bright smile, continuing her trek beside you to meet your family.

As both of you make your rounds of greeting family members, you stop every so often to make sure Wanda is doing alright, something she greatly appreciates having met throngs and throngs of Stark's in such little time.

You even put off meeting Jarvis until the very end not wanting Wanda's impression of your family to be tainted by your douchebag of a cousin.

After you have finally greeted everyone you begrudgingly take Wanda to meet your cousin Jarvis ‘Vision’ Stark. Someone you truly despised simply because, well, he was a dick.

Coming after several of your girlfriend's since you were a teen, trying to coax them away from you with false promises and the ever so ignorant comments of how being with “a Stark man” was simply the better option.

Standing in front of Jarvis, you introduce your girlfriend to the slimey blonde man, “Max, this is Jarvis,” you say with a nonchalant wave of your hand, not sparing your cousin a glance.

“Hello, it is truly such an honor to meet you,” the man says in what Wanda can only assume is a faux charming tone. The man bending slightly to take her hand in attempts to place a kiss causing Wanda to snatch it back immediately with a grimace.

“It's nice to meet you Jarvis,” Wanda says in discomfort, subtly inching closer to you causing you to wrap your arm around the redhead's waist.

“Please, call me Vision,” the man says, British accent sounding pompous, “Y/N why don't you go and make yourself useful or something and grabs us some drinks, I'd like to take the time to get to know this beautiful woman you have presented me with,” Vision says with a sleazy smile.

“Hey, now listen here you fucking dickhead-” you begin angrily, removing your arm from around Wanda's waist to advance towards Vision.

This makes Wanda spur into action as she places her hand onto your arm rubbing softly to stop you and help ease your anger away, “detka,” the redhead whispers as she looks at your slightly fuming form.

“Sorry. Alright,” you breathe, sending a glare towards the wide eyed man, “what would you like amor?” You ask your girlfriend sweetly.

“I'm okay with just some water please,” the redhead replies, kissing your cheek before you walk away without even asking Vision what he wants.

“So, Wanda,” Vision begins once you’re a good distance away, “have you ever been with a man?” The blonde asks.

Wanda sputters, taken aback by the question, “excuse me?” She asks, offended.

“Yeah, have you ever been with a man?” He asks again, advancing dangerously close to Wanda, “I mean, I love my dear cousin and all, I really do. But being with a real man, a Stark man nonetheless is surely to be the much better option than being with some weak pathetic girl. You'll definitely leave my cousin the minute you spend some time with me and see what I have to offer. Come on, what do you say? I'm sure I can please you way better than-” Vision says, his rambling cut off by a harsh shove coming from the side, effectively knocking him to the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Wanda hears you angrily ask, “what the fuck is your problem dude! You don't, and I repeat, don't. Ever talk to my girlfriend like that, you piece of fucking shit!” You continue, your figure towering over Vision, “I promised I'd be civil, but you crossed the fucking line you fucking asshole!” You yell, waiting for the blonde man to stand. “Why do you always do this?” You say as you seethe with anger.

“Because, I just don't get it!” Vision screams in frustration, “how do you always manage to pull the hottest looking women when you look like- well when you look like that!” He snarls.

Wanda frowns angrily ready to defend you, but you step up to the man before she can say a word, “because I have human decency you moron and I'm actually secure in the way I look. Plus I happen to be pretty damn fucking great! So I don't care what you have to say about the way that I look cause at least I have a hot, badass girlfriend,” you begin sending Wanda a quick wink, your girlfriend smiling proudly, “and you, you're just so bitter because you know that at this point you're going to end up all alone because nobody fucking likes you. So, I suggest you leave my girlfriend and I alone, or I swear Vision, I will make your life a living hell,” you whisper dangerously low.

“Oh please,” Vision rolls his eyes, “you can keep her for all I care, she's not even that hot anyway,” he says and you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

But your anger completely takes over, causing you to knee Vision in the stomach, making him hunch over, giving you the opportunity to swing upward to punch him square on his nose. A gross crack flowing through the backyard eliciting gasps from your family.

“Y/N!” Wanda exclaims as she sees you getting ready to do more damage to the blonde man, “baby, calm down,” the redhead says as her arms come around your waist from behind in an attempt to ground you.

“Apologize, dick face,” you seethe, letting Wanda hold you back.

“Detka, it's okay,” Wanda whispers, watching the tension in your shoulders slowly start to leave.

“No Max, he doesn't get to talk about you like that,” you shake your head, “apologize!” You shout.

“I-I’m sorry,” Vision stutters, groaning painfully from the ground as he clutches his bloody nose.

“Dick,” you mutter angrily, Wanda releasing her hold on you as you turn around and grab her hand to pull her away, “come on babe, lets go talk to someone else,” you say as you drag her inside your house.

“Who are we talking to here?” Wanda asks with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looks around and not another person is in sight.

You laugh softly at the look on your girlfriend’s face, “okay, I lied, there won't be any talking,” you say, pulling Wanda into your body. “But my cousin is clearly blind,” you whisper, eyes raking over the redhead’s body as you caress the soft skin of her face, “talking shit about you while he should be grateful to be in your presence,” you breathe. Placing several kisses on her neck and jaw, “because you amor, are truly a goddess and I plan on worshiping you for a few hours,” you smirk as you pull back, Wanda gasping softly at the hungry look in your eyes, letting you drag her up the stairs and into your room.

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A few hours later the Stark household is empty save for Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Wanda, you and your parents.

As you're sitting on the couch conversing with your family in the living room, your mom decides to speak up.

“I can't believe you punched Jarvis in the nose,” Maria says, trying so hard not to giggle.

“I'm sorry mom, I really tried, but he went too far,” you reply, remnants of anger still present.

“I know cariño, but I could've gone without the violence,” your mother sighs.

“Hey, he said Wanda wasn't hot and he was being completely disrespectful! I was not going to let him speak about my baby like that!” You pout, pulling Wanda into your lap holding her tightly, causing your family to laugh.

“Well, I for one applaud you short stack. I've been wanting to punch his smug looking face in since he pretty much said the same thing about Pep, but I couldn't, so for that I thank you,” Tony grins, curtseying jokingly.

“Not a problem Tony!” You grin happily, “now I feel slightly less bad about breaking his nose, he’s clearly blind and stupid for talking about our women like that,” you say and Tony nods.

“Alright kids, well it's getting late,” your dad says with a clap of his hands as he stands from his seat, “you're all more than welcome to stay I know your destinations are pretty far, so make yourselves at home,” Howard says, causing you and Tony to nod, “Wanda, I hope you enjoyed yourself today and that the little scuffle from earlier doesn't prevent you from attending more Stark picnics.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I had an amazing time Howard, I will definitely be back,” she says as she glances back at you with a smile.

“Hell yeah, that's my girl,” you say, placing a kiss on her cheek.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Monet Issues By Chase Petra

Summary: You are the daughter of Tony Stark but DNA is the only thing you have the proves he’s your father. You were raised by his assistants and nannies. When an interview comes out, you have a few choice words you want to say to the billionaire. 

Word Count: 2.3 k 

Warning: implied sexual relationship, child abuse, child neglect, Tony is kind of a horrible father. 

“Good morning, Diane,” you said, placing her coffee order on her desk. It was Monday morning and every Monday you brought coffee for everyone on your team. It was a tradition you started when your tech company was 4 people. Now you had about 15 employees, still small but you were in the bar with the likes of Stark Industries and Bishop Securities. 

“You are in a good mood,” she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “Did you have a good weekend?” You smiled. 

“I spent the weekend up north with no service and a beautiful woman,” Diane smiled, shaking her head. 

“Good, you deserved it. Let me know if you need anything.” You gave her a salute and headed through the rest of the office. You gave your employees their coffee and asked about their weekends. Finally, you sat down at your desk with a sigh. Mondays were the busiest with long meetings and phone calls to start the week on the right foot. You opened your email and saw you had over 1000 unread emails. 

“Morning boss,” Taylor said as she came into your office with her laptop. You rolled your eyes. 

“Not your boss, Tay.” You said, not looking up from your laptop. Taylor was your business partner and best friend since grade school. She set a bag down on your desk, you knew it was snacks to help you both get through the long meetings. She shrugged. 

“Yeah, but your name is on the building.” That was true. Fundamentally, it was Taylor’s idea to focus the company on advancing medical products for veterans due to losing her father at a young age. But you were a Stark, the company was under your mother’s name as that was when you went by. L/n Production, you wanted nothing to do with Tony. 

“Can you tell me why every news station is requesting a comment from me?” You asked. “What the hell happened?” 

“That is where I come in,” Emily said, entering your office. Her usual put-together bun that sat on her head was disheveled. She must have had a long weekend and an early morning since no reporters were standing outside your office. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t see it.” You glared at her. “Sorry, don’t look at me like that.” She picked up her coffee and plugged her computer into the TV that was mounted on the wall. It took a moment for it to load and you saw a clip of an interview with your father and Jimmy Fallon. You groaned, holding up your hand. 

“Wait,” you said before she pressed play. “Is this going to piss me off?” It was a zoom style interview as Tony lived upstate at the Avenger’s compound. 

“Probably,” Taylor mumbled, sipping on her coffee. You sighed and waved your hand for Emily to continue. She pressed the spacebar. 

“And your daughter, Y/n L/n,” you could tell the clip was from the middle of the interview. Tony put a smile at the mention of your name. “She’s making quite a name for herself. She and her team were given the Presidential Medal of Freedom and nominated for a Nobel Prize for their work in prosthetics.” Jimmy held up a picture of you and Tony at the White House. You invited him to the event to avoid the press, not that you wanted him there. “You must be extremely proud.” 

“I am,” your jaw clenched. “She has made this old man very proud.” Well, that was news to you. 

“When she was younger did she always have an interest in falling in your footsteps in the tech world?” Tony laughed. 

“Jimmy, I couldn’t keep her out of my lab.”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, putting your hands over your face. 

“Those times spent together are memories that are important to me,” your father continued. “And I like to think that those memories shaped her into the person she is today.” The video ended. Your office was silent. Throughout your entire career, you’ve tried to separate yourself from him. Tony Stark. Ironman. He had many names but father wasn’t something you would call him. You were raised by the nannies he hired. You paid your way through school by working waitress jobs, retail jobs on holidays, and babysitting gigs when you had the time. You wanted nothing to do with Tony Stark since he wanted nothing to do with you. When your mother died, he didn’t even show up to the funeral. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” You said, standing up and throwing your work essentials in your bag.  You were taking a trip to Upstate New York. You didn’t wait for Taylor and Emily to say anything as you headed to the door. 

“Egghead,” you stopped at the nickname Taylor called out. “I can’t afford to bail you out so don’t kill the man.” You chuckled, waved your hand, and left. 

*

“Miss. Stark,” FRIDAY as you walked into the compound. “It has been a long time.” 

“And I told you to stop calling me that,” you told the AI. The AI was silent for a moment. 

“My apologies, it appears the boss changed it.” You sighed. Of course, he did. 

“Where is he?” You asked. 

“He’s in the conference room with the rest of the team. Would you like me to alert you of your arrival?” You smirked. 

“Let’s surprise him, that’s more fun.” 

*

Steve was standing in front of the team with a blueprint of a factory. The words were in Russian. You leaned against the open team, the team was engrossed in what the super soldier was saying you went unnoticed. While one person saw you, a certain redhead. The Russian smirked at you. You set her a playful wink. “Y/n,” Steve said, interrupting Tony. The table looked away from your father and to you. You gave them a small wave.  

“It’s my favorite Stark!” Clint said. Tony rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t eat my leftovers like last time,” Clint called after you. You flipped him off over your shoulder. 

“I’m hurt, Legolas,” he finally looked at you. “I didn’t know you were making a trip up here."

“Finish your meeting. I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

That was the problem. You enjoyed the company of the other Avengers but being around Tony made your blood boil. It was frustrating. You opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make a salad. You weren’t sure how long the meeting was going to be. 

The answer was 45 minutes. In that time, you ate your salad, made coffee, and joined in on two meetings for work. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop open when the Avengers walked into the common floor. Clint made a beeline for the fridge, to make sure you didn’t eat his food. Steve went by the window with a sketchbook in his hands and Sam sat down next to you, turning on the TV. Finally, Tony walked in but he walked to the coffee pot instead of you. You sighed, standing up. “Do I smell or something?” Sam asked. You laughed. 

“No, I have to go talk to the old man.” 

“Good luck with that.” You smiled. Tony was pouring a cup of coffee into a mug. 

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” You asked. He shook his head. 

“Can’t right now. I have to do some modifications to the suit before the upcoming mission.” You bite back a sigh. 

“Okay, how about when you are done?” He put the pot back on the machine. 

“We’ll see if I’m not busy.” He began to walk towards his lab. 

“So you’ll only talk about me in interviews, is that it?” Tony turned back to look at you. “Nice interview by the way. Jimmy knows how to bring out your good side.”

“You saw that.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice. 

“Half the world saw it, Tony, according to how many news stations were in my inbox looking for a statement.” You were becoming the center of attention with the other Avengers. You noticed a few more entering the space. Wanda and Vision were in the kitchen and Natasha were on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her as she watched the interaction between you and Tony. 

“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere else,” You laughed. 

“Oh, now you have time for me because a few minutes ago you weren’t going to give me the time of day. But now since your image of yourself is being fucked with you have time,” you took a step forward. “Who are you to credit yourself with my accomplishments? How could you lack such common sense?” You asked. “You may have given me a name but blood doesn’t mean a thing 'cause I did it all on my own. So, disown me, you don’t owe me, I don’t want your money so feel free to leave me out of your will.” The man was silent in front of you. It was the first time you’d seen him speechless. “You don’t deserve the title of my father.” The slap caught you by surprise. You touched the spot he hit and stared at him. He seemed shocked. Your jaw clenched. The common floor was silent. It was a loud silence. “You are lucky I have any ounce of respect for Pepper or I would be suing your ass.” You grabbed your bag from the couch and walked towards the door. You heard footsteps behind you but you didn’t stop until you felt the sun on your face. You sat down on the bench, squeezing the metal. You looked at Natasha. She was frowning as she cupped the cheek Tony hit. 

“Do you want me to kill me?” She asked. You shook your head. 

“His death is not worth it to add to your ledger,” you said, kissing the palm of her head. She sat down next to you. 

“He hit you,” she said. “He put his hands on his daughter.” You nodded. 

“I know,” you whispered. “But it’s not your fight, okay?” She didn’t look convinced. She was angry and you knew if you allowed her to, she would march back in there and deal with him. “Just sit here with me.” You placed her head on her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed on the bench. 

“Stay the night,” she said. That was the last thing you wanted to do. “This weekend wasn’t enough.” She kissed the top of your head. Her fingers skim underneath your shirt. “I’ll make it worth you're wild.” You smirked. 

“Are you trying to bribe me into sleeping with you?” You asked. She smiled.  

“You didn’t need much bribing this weekend,” you rolled your eyes. “Please malyshka (baby girl).” She whispered, kissing your cheek. 

“Okay, since you are twisting my arm.” She laughed against your neck. 

*

Knocking woke you up. You groaned and burrowed your head deeper into the pillow. But the knocking continued. You opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away. Natasha was slowly waking up. Her red hair fanned out over the pillow as she lay on her stomach facing you. “Who's at the door, FRIDAY?” She asked the AI. 

“Mr. Stark is at your door,” the redhead sighed. 

“I am going to kill him.” She mumbled. You kissed her shoulder. 

“I’ll deal with him,” you stood up and found a shirt and shorts to throw on quickly. “Are you going with him knowing about us?” You asked. Natasha’s eyes were already closed. 

“FRIDAY must have told him you were here,” she said, yawning. “I’ll deal with him later.” You smiled and headed to the door. You opened it. You could only imagine what you looked like. Your hair was probably a mess from Natasha running her fingers through it. You had hickeys on your skin. Since you were still half asleep you weren’t sure if you were wearing your clothes. 

“Tony,” you said, leaning against the door frame. “Good morning. How are you?” 

“What are you doing in Romanoff’s room?” He asked. 

“Well Tony,” you noticed by saying his name was getting under his skin. “I’m sleeping with her.” You smiled. “I have been for a while,” you added. 

“No, not happening,”

“Oh I missed the part where I asked you if it was okay,” you heard Natasha chuckle from inside her room. 

“Your my kid I don’t-”

“I’m your kid?” You cut him off. “The last time I checked I disowned you and you slapped me across the face.” There was no bruise but the feeling was there. You flinched a few times when Natasha took you by surprise and touched your cheek. 

“Look, I'm sorry.” You stared at him.   

“Sorry about what exactly?” You asked. “Because you are the source of all my scarring. I spent too many years underneath rubble that I got myself out of. I put my heart back together. Do yourself a favor and leave me alone.” You closed the door on him. You took the clothes you were wearing off and climbed back into bed. Natasha rested her head on your chest and looked up at you. You loved staring into her green eyes. 

“Are you okay, malysh (baby)?” She asked. You smiled. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” 

*

You made the trip back home that afternoon. It was nice being back in the city, in your apartment. You took a quick shower and changed into sweatpants and a white tank top. It was going to be a long night. You sat on your dining room table with a cup of coffee in your hands. You were watching a recorded zoom meeting that you missed. But you winced from a slight pinch on your neck. You touched your neck and felt a tranquilizer dart. The room around you began to spin. The coffee mug fell from your hands and shattered to the ground. You fell to the floor and the world went black. 

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'A Lazy Day At Stark Tower' Peter Parker x Stark!reader

This is what won the most recent poll I did!

Summary: A lazy day at Stark tower with peter.

Warnings/Tags: Peter Parker x Stark!reader (Romantically), Tony stark x reader (platonic), pepper Potts x reader (platonic), fluff, super sweet,

Rating: PG-13

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Peter snuggled even closer to you. You both knew you needed to get up. The only issue is neither one of you were willing to be the first one to decide that you can't stay in bed all day.

You were a tangle of limbs. You couldn't tell where you began and Peter ended. His leg was thrown over yours, face buried in your chest. Peter Parker was the most comfortable he had ever been.

"Yn, Peter," your mom called and you both groaned. She must have decided you both couldn't sleep in half the day.

"We have to get up bub," you say and Peter shakes his head. Your mom enters the room and Peter doesn't bag an eye.

"Oh! Hi Tony," she says and Peter flies up from his spot.

"Mr. Stark! It's not what-," Peter notices something. He doesn't see tony. He sees pepper laughing and you smiling.

"That's not funny," he whines as you get up.

"Your dad wants to see you in the lab," your mom said and shut the door as she left.

You and Peter both get dressed in silence. After only ten minutes, you have both made your way down to the lab.

"Kid," your dad said and handed Peter something. It was a new suit. your dad goes to give a quick recap of what he upgraded.

After only a few minutes, you both head back down to your room. The suit fitting took very little time. Thank God, you just wanted to snuggle into peters side and watch reruns of old movies

"Should we get takeout?" You suggest and Peter nods. You smile when you find a donut shop that does UberEATS.

"What kind of donut do you want?" You ask Peter and he shrugs. You groan, he could be so indecisive.

"I am going to order half Chocolat icing and half glazed. A dozen," you say and Peter mumbles a yes. You knew if you only ordered some for you and Peter there would be an issue.

There was no way the donuts would make it past Happy without losing one. And then your dad would find out and there would be several more that were lost.

"Order placed," you said as you finished punching in your credit card number, "It will be here in fifteen minutes," you tell Peter.

"What shall we watch?" Peter asks and you smile. He groans, "I swear, if you make me watch Stranger things one more time, I will go mental," Peter warns.

You smile as you grab your tv remote. Peter groans as you go into Netflix and select the show you have made Peter watch 14 times.

"Just season three, I swear," you say with a smile and Peter knows he's a goner. Your smile and he would watch the same show every day for the rest of his life.

You smile as Peter snuggles into your side before you start the show. The familiar theme song fills your ears.

It was just a lazy day at Stark tower.

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Losing Almost Everything Pt 2 (Bucky Barnes X Barton!Fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader, Clint Barton x Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to end game (though with major changes), pregnancy, children, mourning, mention of child birth

Request: A part 2 to almost losing everything. Reader finds out she is pregnant a month later, Learns her dad disappeared, has a daughter named brooklyn natasha, bucky meets her after the final battle with clint and laura siblings. She is also Tonys niece and takes her in while she is alone. Her daughter and morgan are best friends. A happy ending.

Part 1

The past 5 years of your life have been the opposite of easy. In the first month post snap, you had gone through every single emotion a person could feel. Grief- you’d lost your stepmom, 3 younger siblings, and the love of your life, Bucky. They you felt anger- anger that it had to be them to be gone, then you felt betrayal. Your father, Clint, had promised he’d be there for you, that you’d be there for each other through this, that he was going to do something urgent, and then you never heard from him again. Not even Natasha could find him. Then, near the end of the month, you felt nothing but dread. You’d been feeling awful since the snap- chalked up to grieving and barely looking after yourself, but after you started to heal to the best of your ability, able to go at least a few days without crying, you still felt off. Something was wrong and you knew it, and after much hesitation, you dragged yourself to the doctors to have it looked into. A few hours later, you walked out of the clinic with prescriptions of vitamins, a piece of paper of your blood results, and a sonogram. You were pregnant. 

The pregnancy itself brought a ton of emotions. You went through the entire grieving process over James all over again. Devastated that he’d never get to see your child grow up, to hold them close, to read them bedtime stories, to teach them to ride a bike, to threaten to deal with bullies and you have to tell him no, all of course as an act to cheer your baby up. You were terrified as well. Other than Natasha and the other Avengers (who for the most part since the snap had gone and done their own things, barely keeping regular contact with eachother, never mind you), you were doing this completely alone. You didn’t have a support system, no one to go to for help in the case of issues during your pregnancy or after. What if something happened to you during the birth and left your baby all alone? Just like how you’d been? So, after a few days to gather your thoughts and formulate at least some sort of plan, you started to act. 

The first thing you did was tell Natasha. Nat, being the absolute saint she was and had been since the beginning, was supportive, understanding your worries, but assured you that she was right there, more than happy to be auntie and Godmother (putting some ease on your fears of your child’s future) and also managing to actually get you a little excited, and at least happy to be pregnant. This baby was the result of yours and Bucky’s love, truly a part of him that you could actually love and hold and dote on, and that alone made you happy. 

The second thing you did was reach out to Tony. It was surprising to Natasha when you asked for his phone number since he’d basically gone little contact with everyone, buying a lakefront home for himself, and his new wife Pepper, who had also announced was pregnant just two weeks prior to you. However, she gave you his phone number, and you dropped a text to Tony explaining you were in a little predicament and wanted to speak to him and Pepper. Surprisingly, he responded quickly, setting up a meeting at their home the next day, and you went. 

When you arrived, Pepper was out front, ready to greet you with open arms. It was a little awkward- you’d barely interacted with Tony, nevermind Pepper, but she was lovely enough and quickly any awkwardness faded as she invited you in. Tony saw you as you came in, asking if you wanted a drink, before you sat down with them both in their dining room. “So, what is it you needed to talk to us about?” Tony asked. 

“Is it your brother?” Pepper fussed, but you shook your head. 

“No, um… I’m pregnant.” You explained to them. Immediately you saw the shock in their faces. 

“Bucky’s?” Tony asked. You remember then that him and your fiance at one point weren’t exactly on good terms… in fact he tried to kill him, and you bit your lip nervously and nodded. His shoulders deflated. “I’m… I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t imagine having to go through all this alone without him or your family.” He told you, which was a surprise, but a welcome one. 

“That’s why I contacted you. I don’t really have a support system other than Natasha, but… since me and Pepper are both due around the same time… I was hoping we could arrange it so our kids could grow up together? Play dates, sleepovers, I have them some nights, you have them on others, give advice to each other, tips, help each other… what I’m trying to ask is, will you please be apart of my support system? I don’t know who else to turn to for this.” You asked. Pepper smiled, reaching out and holding your hand. 

“I’d love that. It would be nice to have someone to go through this with, share ideas and plans, and an immediate friend for our kids.” She agreed. Tony grinned as well and nodded. 

“Does that make me an unofficial uncle?” He joked, making you smile. 

The following months progressively became easier. Any dread or fear slowly faded into excitement and anticipation to finally meet your baby and get to hold them. You and Pepper decided to find out what you were having and had each other open the results, and when you both found out you were having girls, you celebrated with a small dinner with you, Pepper, Tony and Natasha (She had invited Steve and Bruce, but Bruce was busy with a lecture across the country and Steve didn’t want to make things tense with Tony and ruin it for you, though he came around later with a letter, flowers, and a teddy bear and a baby onesie), and the conversation during dinner quickly turned into finally choosing a name. 

“Have you decided?” You asked the couple. 

“Morgan.” Tony answered, pointing to his side to his wife with his thumb. “After her uncle.” She explained, Pepper nodded. 

“That’s a lovely name.” Natasha complimented. “What about you, any name ideas?” She asked. You hummed, clearly not sure. 

“Are you thinking of naming her in same way after James and your siblings?” She questioned softly. You felt a pang in your chest, but didn’t cry, and nodded, smiling softly. 

“I’m thinking about Bucky, but… not in a traditional sense.” You explained. Tony leant on the table to listen, Pepper tilted her head, and Natasha who was beside you, turned further to look at you curiously. “I’m thinking Brooklyn.” 

“After where he was born and where he and Steve grew up?” Natasha smiled, and you nodded. “I think that’s lovely.” 

“Two girls, named Morgan and Brooklyn, best friends since birth… they’re gonna kick some ass and break hearts when they grow up.” Tony commented with a kind smile, Pepper smacking her husband’s shoulder lightly for his language, but Natasha laughed. 

With her name decided, it really solidified the fact that you were actually having a baby, a living breathing being, in just a few months, and you couldn’t wait, and the time passed quickly, before the one year anniversary, you had your little girl. Pepper had Morgan just two weeks later. 

Having your baby in your arms made the one year anniversary of the snap a little easier, even if you did cry a lot. She was starting to open her eyes, looking up at you. She had Bucky’s dark brown hair that you loved to stroke and play with. As you sat in your apartment that you used to share with James, holding your daughter to your chest as she slept after her feeding, there was one thing that made this day at least a little brighter. At least you had her.

Brooklyn grew up so quickly, you could barely keep track. But you tried, and you refused to let any achievement, milestone or silly little story be forgotten or a distant memory. You took at least one photo of her every day on a polaroid, noting on the back the date and why you took the photo, alongside keeping a journal purely based on her. You noted when she smiled the first time when she was 7 weeks old when Steve came around to drop off some groceries for you and another cuddly toy for Brooklyn, and she smiled at the sight of him with her new toy. You took a photo the next time she smiled. You jotted it down when she started to babble, and put down guesses of what you think her first word would be, and then went back and circled the correct one. Dada. She said it as you were showing her some of the photos you had of Bucky before the war, looking smart and handsome in his uniform when she was 13 months old. You also noted that you cried when she said it, and immediately called Steve to tell him. You kept track of every playdate she had with Morgan, when she took her first steps, when she started to make full sentences, when it became known that she was a hugger, hugging Morgan, Pepper, Tony, Nat, Steve, even Bruce and complete strangers at every given opportunity, and then when it became known that she was protective, often putting herself between Morgan and her dad when they were playing games where Tony pretended to be a dragon or a monster chasing them, and when she would come and hug you when you had your lapse in grief and cried, wiping away your tears and telling you it’s okay.

It didn’t seem long until she was doing the straps on her own shoes by herself, having you teach her how to apply a band-aid so she could do it herself or give one to Morgan when the girls would climb trees or take a tumble while playing at the lodge. She loved to play fighting with her auntie Natasha and Uncle Steve, both often holding onto her with one arm, her being upside down and giggling her little head off. Morgan and her were best friends, but she was also incredibly close with Steve, who stepped up to be as close to a father as he could be, while also making sure there was still room for Bucky’s presence in the form of photo’s videos, and stories. So many stories. Whenever Steve put Brooklyn to bed, she asked him to tell her about her daddy, and he always complied. You wish he was here, able to see her, able to be here to see her grow and see all her achievements and milestones. You wished for it every day. 

So when you came to do a playdate with Pepper at their lodge, and Tony told you that last night he had possibly found a way to reverse the snap and bring everyone back and he was going to go and work on it with the others, the only thing you could do was hug him tightly. You didn’t have to say anything, the hug said everything. He promised he’d do everything he can to get everyone back. 

You and Pepper talked about everything going on while you both watched the girls play outside. Morgan was pretending to be her dad, and Brooklyn was pretending to be her Uncle Steve, both of them fighting against invisible enemies, and at one point scaling a ‘tower’ that was actually one of the trees. “What are you going to do if this works? Would you like me to keep Brooklyn for a while so you can properly see him and tell him about her?” She offered. 

“I’m not sure… presumably when he comes back, he’ll immediately go straight back to our apartment, especially if he’s with Steve since he’ll want to see me, and if he walks right in he’ going to see all of Brooklyn’s things, her pictures, her toys and her blanket fortress in the livingroom… he’ll probably think I’ve moved out… I don’t know if it’s best I go and wait there alone or have her there with me, he’s already missed so much of her life, having him miss even a second more feels cruel.” 

“On the other hand, coming back after 5 years, rushing back to you and finding out that you had been pregnant and went through it all without him and have been raising your daughter alone without him, and now having a 4 year old daughter is gonna be extremely overwhelming to him, he might need a minute to process it all, and more importantly, he’ll just want to spend at least some time alone with you.” She pointed out. You guessed she was right, and agreed that if things went to plan, you would go home alone, and she would stay with the girls. However, that quickly went out the window when FRIDAY activated in the living room. “Mrs Stark, the Avengers have been able to gather the Infinity Stones and snap, bringing back the population it seems, but there was some sort of attack and explosion at the base. Mr Stark’s vitals are still there and I’m able to see that Thanos and his army have somehow come back and are attacking.” The AI explained. You and Pepper looked at each other alarmed, your heart immediately thumping against  your chest. You looked back out at the window, seeing the girls still playing, totally unaware of the danger, and you saw Morgan wearing her mom’s iron suit helmet. 

“Pepper, I’ll watch the girls. Get your suit and make sure your husband’s okay.” You told her, turning back to her. She looked at the girls as well, before coming to your side. 

“Are you sure?” She asked. You nodded. 

“There’s nothing else I can do. Just come back, okay?” You told her. She nodded, giving you a tight hug, calling the AI to call her suit, rushing out, grabbing her helmet from her daughter, promising to be back soon before she took off. You came outside, both girls rushing over to you. “It’s okay, she’ll be back soon, I promise.” You told them, putting a brave face on. “Tell you what, how about we make you girls your own helmet and shield?” You asked them, remembering the bag of cardboard waiting to be thrown out that you could do something for the girls with some tape, paint and scissors.

“Yeah!” Morgan immediately ran inside, and you took Brooklyn’s hand and walked her in as well. 

“Mommy?” She asked, and you hummed, looking down at her. “Can I be daddy? Can I have a super cool arm and a shooty thing?” She asked. You smiled and nodded, pushing her inside.

The girls had a great time. You found a small cube box that you cut a hole in that Morgan could fit her head in and you cut holes into it for the mouth and eyes, then she started painting it. You found a big water gun that Tony bought last summer to chase the girls with before they turned it on him, making that Brooklyn’s gun, changing her into a tank top so you could paint her arm silver and then draw on the lines, though you decided to change the star Bucky had to a heart, which she loved. With their new accessories, the girl ran back outside. You made yourself a hot drink and came and sat on the porch on the swinging chair just watching the girls, keeping your phone in your hand tightly, waiting for it to buzz with any sort of update. You also kept an eye on the landscape for any sign of danger. Eventually the girls declared victory on their invisible enemies, before running back to you. “Good job! You saved all of us!” You told them, making them grin. “How about a victory sandwich with whatever filling you want?” You asked. 

“Can we have some sweets too?” Morgan asked. 

“Of course you can! Sandwich first and then sweets and whatever movie you two want, how does that sound?” You asked the pair, and the nodded, rushing inside, and you followed after them, the girls helping themselves to juice boxes as you made them for lunch, grabbing a handful of their favourite candy and putting it in separate bowls, before bringing it to them where they were sat on the couch waiting for their movie. They thanked you for their snack, you put on their choice in movie, before you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. “Okay, I’ll be right back, call if you need anything.” You told them before heading to a neighbouring room, and answering the call. “Hello?” 

“Y/N, it’s me.” Pepper answered. You could hear her shaking voice and your heart caught in your throat. 

“What happened?” You asked her, keeping your voice alone. 

“Tony used the Infinity Stones to… snap away Thanos and his army.” She told you. You covered your mouth in shock. You recalled Thor and Steve telling you how the snap nearly destroyed Thanos, so the idea of Tony doing it didn’t seem… optimistic. Are you going to have to tell Morgan her dad’s gone? Was the cost of Brook getting her dad back, Morgan losing hers? That would without a doubt cause tension and a rift between them… this wasn’t fair. “Dr Strange has rushed him to Wakanda where the technology is the best to try and help him to the best of their ability… hes’ stable somehow…” She said, and you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good at least. Go be with him, okay? I’ll watch Morgan.” You assured her. 

“What about Bucky? He’s here… so is your dad and… he’s found out that Clint left after the snap and left you alone and he’s furious with him.” She warned. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Are we on the phone or in your helmet?” You asked. She knew what you were asking, and told you to wait. You heard her call Bucky, silence, and then you heard the phone being fumbled with. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Bucky’s desperate voice reached out, and you were not as prepared to hear him, and immediately sobbed, having to try and quieten yourself to not disturb or alert the girls. “Hey- I’m okay, it’s okay- are you okay? Where are you?” He asked. 

“Bucky I missed you so much.” You told him, it was the first thing that came out of your mouth. “I thought about you and wished you were here with me every single day.” 

“I miss you too, now tell me where you are so I can come and kiss the woman I love. Also, screw the wedding, let’s just elope, I don’t want to wait a second longer to be your husband.” He told you. That made you smile a little. 

“That’s fine with me. I’m at Tony and Pepper’s lodge.” You told him. “Also, please don’t kill my dad- he’s been mourning my step-mom and my siblings.” You requested. 

“As you wish. I’ll be there soon, okay? Some of the others are coming as well.” He told you before he hung up the phone. You took a deep breath, took a moment to compose yourself, wiping away any tears, before coming back around the corner and approaching the girls. Brooklyn turned and looked at you, and frowned. 

“Mommy what’s wrong?” She asked, completely blanking the movie and going to get up. Morgan also noticed, and was following along. You walked over, telling the girls to sit down, before you sat on the floor. 

“I need to tell you girls some big news, some of it’s really good, some of it’s not good, but there’s no really bad news.” You told them, and they nodded. “Do you remember how we explained how before you girls were born, there was an event call the snap where half of everyone- including daddy and some of our friends?” You asked them, and they nodded. “Well, we found a way to bring everyone back, so everyone is now alive again.” 

“Including daddy?” Brooklyn asked and you smiled and nodded. 

“But.” You quickly added. “When they did that, the bad guy who did the snap in the first place, came back and tried to undo bringing everyone back. Morgan’s daddy, Uncle Steve, Auntie Nat and everyone else were fighting him. Morgan’s mommy went to go help, and I think everyone else went to go help as well.” You explained. 

“What happened? Did they win?” Morgan asked. You turned your attention right to her. 

“Sweetie, your daddy got rid of the bad guy and his entire army by himself, but in the process he got really, really hurt. He’s been taken to the very, very best hospital to be looked after, and your mommy’s gone to make sure he’s okay as well. But he’s okay, and when he’s feeling a little better, you can go see him, I promise, okay? In the meantime, I’m going to look after you until your mommy gets back, okay?” You explained. Morgan, looking a little solemn, nodded. “Some people are coming to the house soon, and they might look a little hurt, so I wanted to warn you both… that includes Brooklyn’s daddy.” You explained to them. 

“Do they need band aids?” She asked, and you smiled and nodded. “Okay, we can help them, right? They need a victory sandwich as well!” She said. 

“Yeah! And juice boxes and they deserve all the sweets! Oh! We can make one of those nice baskets with all the good stuff to send to your daddy, Morgan!” Brooklyn suggested, making Morgan perk up and nodded. 

You helped the girls made a ton of sandwiches, pouring all the candy in the house into separate bowls, and they even helped you make a batch of cupcakes, and by the time you heard two cars pulling up, the girls were putting icing on. You got up, looking at the door, seeing the big black cars through the window. “Okay, finish up your cupcakes, then do you want to come and show them to the team?” You told them, and they nodded, turning back to the treats, before you headed to the door, opening it and stepping outside, before rushing off the porch.

The first person to come out the cars was Bucky, who came barreling over to you. You opened your arms to him as he collided with you, picking you up and spinning you around before holding onto you tightly. “I’m here, I’m okay Doll.” He whispered in your ear. You just clung to him tightly. You looked back at the cars, seeing Steve and Sam, Natasha and… your dad. He was looking very different from the last time you saw him, as well as very timid and nervous to approach. Natasha wasn’t having it, and shoved him forward, making him stumble. Bucky put you down, and let you walk over to your dad, and stand in front of him. 

“I’m sorry… I should have called. I should have come and seen you… you didn’t deserve to be alone after all that.” He apologised. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” You agreed, and he winced, but then you pulled him into a hug. “Don’t do it again. You’ve missed out of some pretty major things.” You told him, before pulling away. He breathed  a sigh of relief, before looking confused at your comment. 

“What do you mean I missed out on major things?” He asked as Bucky came, putting an arm around you and kissing your head. Before you could answer, you were interrupted. 

“Surprise!” Morgan called, holding the door open as Brooklyn walked out with the giant plate of cupcakes. Natasha and Steve grinned and walked over, Natasha kneeling down and taking the plate so they wouldn’t drop them. 

“You made these for us?” She asked. 

“And sandwiches! We also have juice boxes and sweets! Victory snacks!” Morgan explained. You glanced at everyone else, seeing them all shocked at the sight of the two girls. Brooklyn grinned, before looking at you, and then saw the man beside you, and her eyes widened, before she left the porch, rushing over and stopping in front of Bucky, looking up at him in awe, her eyes meeting his. You looked at your fiance’s face, and you saw the cogs turning in his head, as he carefully removed himself from you, and knelt down to her height and tried to smile warmly. 

“Hey, we’ve not met before.” He started with. You glanced at your dad, who was also staring, but he seemed to get it and look back at you shocked, before holding back from crying. You smiled sadly before turning back to the situation. Bucky had noticed her gray painted arm, and the heart on her shoulder. She showed it to him, before she took his metal arm, and compared the two. 

“Morgan likes to pretend to be her daddy, and I pretend to be you and sometimes Uncle Steve, but mostly you- and we fight bad guys!” She explained. 

“You pretend to be me?” He asked and she nodded. “I think Steve’s cooler.” He committed to her, but she frowned and shook your head. 

“You’re cooler. Uncle Steve told me so when he was telling me about you, like how you kicked people’s ass to save him all the time, even now that he’s big! And mommy loves you, and you’re my daddy so that makes you the coolest guy ever, and if anyone says you’re not, I’m going to kick their ass-” She insisted sternly. 

“Brooklyn, butt, not ass, please.” You asked, the request coming naturally even now, and she tried to hide her grin by biting her lip. You looked at Bucky, seeing he was reeling at her words. 

“I’m-” He turned to look at you. “I’m a dad? You were pregnant?” He asked. You nodded, smiling sadly. He tried to hold himself together, turning back to your girl, who was still holding his hand. “I’m sorry I took so long to come and meet you, I promise if I could have been there from the beginning, I would have been, sweetheart.” He told her. 

“I know daddy, mommy told me what happened… can I give you a hug?” She asked. He nodded, and she hugged his neck tightly, and he stood up, holding her close to him, turning to you. “You went through all this alone?” 

“Nat helped. Pepper was having Morgan around the same time, so we stuck together through it all, Brooklyn and Morgan are best friends.” You explained to him.

“I’ve missed so much.” He mourned, still holding her tightly. 

“I knew you’d come back eventually. So I kept a journal and took photos of everything she’s done, and videos too… when we get home, we can watch them all, okay?” You told him, making him nod. 

“I know I said we should elope now… but can we have a proper wedding? So she can be our flower girl?” He asked you, but before you could answer, Brook pulled away to look at him. 

“No, Morgan should be the flower girl- I want to be the ring girl! Can we walk together?” She asked him, making him grin through his happy tears.

“Of course you can sweetheart. Of course you can.” He told her. 

“Hurry up and come and get your fucking cupcakes!” Morgan yelled, your head snapping to her, and you saw Steve choke on his cupcake. 

“Morgan, what did your dad say about copying him? I’ll tell your mother!” You told her, but she just giggled, rushing inside, being chased playfully by Natasha. 

“Can I say fuck?” Brooklyn asked. 

“No you can not.” You corrected her. “How about you go help your grandpa with his sandwich, he’s a little old and needs help with it.” You suggested, pointing to your dad, who went from grinning to insulted at the comment, but Bucky had put her down, and she grabbed Clint’s hand and was already pulling him inside. 

“We’ll give you love birds a minute.” Sam commented with a wink, everyone heading inside. You turned to Bucky, him automatically pulling you into his arms, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to slowly dance together, just happy to feel him so close to you. 

Everything was okay now. 

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[thegothcheetah]

Nadia: Hey Morgan, what does 143 mean..?

Morgan: “I Love You”

Nadia: Ha?! *excited and happy* Eh? I-I love you too, Morgan!

Nadia: *Realize that 143 means I love you*

Morgan: *Blushes* ……..

Nadia: *Blushes* ………….

Behind A Wall

Natasha:*holding Tony down* Don’t even think about it!

Tony:*trying to break free* I’m gonna protect my little sweet girl!

Pepper & Y/N:*crying happy tears* So cute..

[p-taryn-dactyl]

What about Tony Stark x daughter! reader who's dating someone (Could be Peter, but doesn't have to be) and Tony makes some sort of sex joke when talking to the both of them, but doesn't realize his daughter is asexual (the joke made her a tad bit uncomfortable) and it ends in her coming out to Tony? If not that's totally okay, ty either way! <3

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love writing asexual!reader, it makes me all nice and warm inside :) i headcanon tony as being the most accepting father ever so yes i am projecting during this fic lol. The joke in this fic is more of an off handed thing, like an innuendo maybe, because i don’t think tony would openly joke about the devils tango with his child word count: 1.1k

The loud conversations of the other patrons of the restaurants did little to hide the sound of your beating heart. Nerves on edge, you folded your napkin over and over, almost ripping it until you felt a warm hand covering your own. Looking up, you saw the concerned yet comforting expression of your boyfriend. Peter smiled at you and you felt a small part of your fear melt away. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his, squeezing slightly. Everything would be okay, nothing could go wrong tonight. Your dad loved Peter, he saw him as a son long before you started dating him. 

“I think I hear him,” Peter whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand, “Let’s do this before all my bravado melts away like the ice cream we’ll have for dessert.” 

You laughed slightly, your eyes going to the front of the restaurant, watching as your dad joked with the hostess before walking arm-in-arm with Pepper towards your table. Peter stood up as they approached, pulling out a chair for Pepper. He stared at Tony awkwardly before slowly pulling out your dad’s chair for him. Pepper hid her smile behind her hand as Tony sat down with a false sense of haughtiness. You stifled your own giggle at Peter’s expression as he sat down, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to address your parents. 

“Mr. Stark, I-”

Tony held a hand up, pausing Peter’s train of thought. Your dad leaned forward, hands clasped in front of him as he looked at Peter over the tinted sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

“Kid, I’ve trusted you in my lab, with my bots, I’ve trusted you with a suit to help the world. All I need to know is if I can trust you with my daughter?” 

Peter nodded rapidly, seemingly stunned, a flush rising up his neck and cheeks. You covered his hand with yours, once more holding hands. Tony followed the movement with his eyes and after a minute, nodded and took off his sunglasses. 

“Well, my part is over. Pep?” 

Peter now looked genuinely terrified. You smirked slightly as you took a sip of your water, you knew your mother was an intimidating woman, you’ve seen politicians lose their poise just from one raise of her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide as Pepper adjusted her silverware, waving out her napkin before laying it on her lap and bringing her eyes to meet Peter’s. Your boyfriend audibly gulped. You and Tony made eye contact before returning your attention to your respective partners. 

“Let me be very clear. You make my daughter happy. If, and I mean every word, there is a day you let that happiness be broken because of your actions, you will regret it. I have friends in high and low places and if they can’t deal with you, I will do it myself.” Pepper finished her speech with a sip of the red wine you had ordered for her. Peter looked like he was about to pee his pants. He stuttered out a reply. 

“If I ever break her heart, I’ll gladly accept your wrath, Ms. Potts.” 

Your mom seemed to like that answer, as a wide smile grew on her face. 

“Wonderful! Now, let’s look over the menu, I’m starving.” 

As you looked over the menu, zoning out as you scanned over the options, you heard Peter and Pepper fall into a conversation over his schooling at MIT. A nudge against your calf made you look up at your dad, who was looking at you with a question in his eyes. You read it perfectly. 

You okay? 

You nodded, smiling softly before returning back to the menu. After a few moments, you decided on a sushi roll with lobster and mango as well as a side of gyoza. A waitress came over and took everyones order with ease before walking away, leaving your family to comfortable conversation. Mostly talking about school and secret hero business, you felt your dad’s social battery start to die out, the same slowly starting to happen to you. In an attempt to liven up the conversation, your dad looked at the two of you with a mischievous expression. 

“So, I heard you two are sharing a hotel room tonight? Is this a ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?” 

Something in the tone of his voice made you fidget, Peter looking over at you before answering. 

“There’s only one bed as far as I’m aware, it was the cheapest option.”

Tony started to wiggle his eyebrows and a stream of thoughts ran rapidly in your mind. 

Crap, he’s getting the wrong idea. You need to tell him, Y/N! Come on, he’s your dad, you can do this, tell him!

“Nothings going to happen, Dad!” You tried to match his joking tone but it came out as more of a squeal. Tony looked at you with concern, something in his eyes that you couldn’t interpret. 

“Y/N, you and Peter are two consenting adults, I have no control over what you do as long as it’s safe and consensual-”

“I’m ace!” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you slapped a hand over your mouth. The table went silent, your parents looking at you with equally surprised expressions, Peter watching them with a protective glint in his eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth, lowering your eyes to the condensation that your drink had left on the table, drawing pictures in the water as you spoke. 

“I’m-I’m asexual. I don’t like or want, uh, sex. I just don’t experience sexual attraction…” You trailed off, your voice already quiet as you waited for responses. What felt like years passed before you heard your dad whisper your name, raising your eyes to meet his. He had a sheen of tears in his eyes as he smiled at you. 

“Thank you for telling me, I’m so proud. And I’m sorry if what I was insinuating made you uncomfortable.” The mature tone of your father’s voice threw you off and you smiled worriedly at your parents, Pepper returning your smile. 

“So you don’t think I’m broken or I just don’t know what I’m talking about?” 

Pepper was quick to answer. 

“Oh honey, no. Being asexual isn’t being broken and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re idiots who never developed advanced thinking.” 

Peter sent your mom a grateful smile, not lost on you. Tony fidgeted a bit before saying something that shocked you. 

“I’m demisexual. Your mother is the only person I’ve ever felt genuine sexual attraction to. Well, except maybe Steve Rogers.” 

Pepper slapped Tony with her napkin as she laughed. You and Peter groaned at the mention of your dad’s not-so-fake crush on the Capsicle. The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, each of you ordering ice cream for dessert. That night, as you and Peter were cuddled up in the small hotel bed watching Doctor Who reruns, you wondered how you were so lucky for the people in your life.

[spideysbruh]

Gone Now

im a slut for flashbacks im sorry lol

tony stark's daughter (and peters gf) blip while they're on the planet and she's at home.

This can be read as y/n i just cant write in second person sorry lol hope you guys like the name riley.

~

"I like this dress the most, you would look great in it, Pepper!" Riley said as she flipped through wedding magazines in the compound.

All day today, Riley was trying to occupy her mind and not think about where her dad and boyfriend were doing right now. Peter had webbed her hand to the school bus they were on earlier and told her to stay there and get home as soon as possible. 

Riley was resting her head on Peters shoulder when he shot up and looked out the window, “Holy shit.” He mumbled and Riley looked up and over at Peter, “Stay here, okay baby?” He said quickly and turned around and told Ned something, but she was too busy staring at the giant circle spaceship in the sky.

“Pete, wh-”

“Stay here!” He exclaimed over all the commotion that Ned had caused, Riley watched as Peter opened the window and climbed out, “Just- let me know when you get home, okay?” 

Riley went to get out, considering her dad made her a suit as well, just in case, he had told her. “Peter you ca-” She was cut off by Peters web hitting her hand and making it stick to the bus.

“I’m sorry! I love you!” He yelled before swinging away.

“God damn it. Ned, can you help me?” 

So now she was here, trying to not think about her dad and boyfriend fighting some weird aliens. “Do you want to get married?” Pepper asked while pulling out more wedding ideas from a box she had.

Riley blushed and shrugged, “I dunno. To the right person, y’know? Just- one and done.” Pepper gave her a teasing smirk and they both giggled.

“Like to Peter? Is he the right one?”

Riley smiled and felt her heart tug at the mention of Peter, hopefully he’s okay. “I mean… yeah, he’s perfect! But- we’re still so young.” She replied and raised the magazine to cover her face.

“You guys do seem perfect together, but what do I know? It took me and Tony took forever to get together.” She laughed, Riley smiled and thought back to when her and Peter first met.

“Riley! Hey Riley!” Peter yelled, running up to her in the halls of their school.

Riley turned around, “Hi… Peter right?” She smiled and Peter nodded, his cheeks turning pink. She knew who he was.

“Y- yeah! I saw we had English together, I was wondering if you were willing to help me with my essay?”

“Why? Cause i’m Tony Starks kid? Honestly, just because he’s a genius, playboy- whatever the fuck, doesn’t mean I am too.” She joked, but Peter seemed to think she was serious.

“Uh, no no! I just saw that you had finished yours! I thought-”

“I know, Pete. I was joking… it came off serious- god I don’t know how my dad does it.” She sighed and Peter chuckled. “You can come today over after school? Is that cool with you?”

“Uh, y- your place?”

“Yeah. Or yours, wherever you like! Just let me know.”

“Um-”

“...Are you scared of my dad?”

“.. A little!” He answered honestly, Riley laughed and started walking to her next class.

“So my place it is. You can rip the bandaid off and maybe I can get you an internship with him!” She smiled, sending him a wink.

She knew he was Spider-Man. 

"Oh shit." He mumbled.

"I always thought we were weird together." She said honestly, "Like we don't make sense, y'know?"

"No way! You guys are both adorable little nerds who love to geek out over Star Wars and… hot celebrities! I don't know,  whatever you guys like." She smiled. Riley laughed and watched as Pepper reached for her glass of water.

"You think they're okay?" She asked, the mood switching to a more serious one. 

"I know they are. They'll take care of eachother. Don't worry, hun." Pepper reassured her, "I actually have something to tell you… um, now is probably not the right time, but-" She was cut off by her phone ringing, she sighed and picked up her phone. "Tony?"

Riley quickly sat up and motioned for her to put the phone on speaker, Pepper did it quickly and they both listened to the silence on the other end.

"Dad? Is everything okay? Where's Peter?" Riley asked, her heart hammering in her chest.

"God, kid. It's always about your spider boyfriend. What about your cool dad?" He joked, and the girls sighed in relief. "He's fine, by the way. Um- Thanos is- he's not here anymore. We think he went to Earth. So, here's what I need you to do-"

"Thanos?" Riley whispered and Pepper shrugged.

"I can't… lose you guys, not now. I need you two to promise me that you won't go to… wherever the team is and fight. I need you guys to stay home. Safe. Okay?"

"Tony, what is going on? Who is this Thanos guy?" Pepper questioned and Riley thought about how Peter is still out there. "And where are you?"

"I'll explain when I get home, I promise. Just please do what I asked. I gotta go okay? I love you girls." 

As fast as he had called, he hung up. 

~

About an hour later, the girls are still waiting for literally anything from any Avenger. 

"That's it! I'm gonna-"

"You're not leaving." Pepper said, flipping through a magazine, "Oooh I like these flowers."

Riley scoffed and walked towards her room, "I'm gonna try something." She called out and quickly typed something onto her computer. About a minute of typing led to her seeing where Peter and her dad were. 

"What the fuck?" She whispered, "Pepper?" 

"What is it, honey?" 

"Um… you gotta see this!" 

Pepper rushed to her room and looked at her computer. "How did you learn this?"

"Do you know who my dad is?" She smirked, Pepper let out an exhale and looked back at the screen.

"This says they're on an entirely different planet… I-"

"Well I mean, it could be wrong- it's not- but it could be." Riley shrugged and quickly typed some more before getting two earpieces from her drawer. "Only one way to find out." She said and handed one to Pepper. "Put that in."

"What- you're gonna connect to them and we'll be able to talk to them?" Pepper asked, watching the girl type so many codes and overrides.

"Mm yah. And it should work… right now." She said and pressed enter. "Hello? Peter? Dad?"

There was some static and then Tony's voice, "Oh my god, Riley?!" 

Pepper smiled and left the room to talk to Tony without interrupting Riley.

"Ri?! Oh my god- are you okay? How-” RIley smiled and felt her eyes water at Peters voice.

“C’mon, my dads a genius, I can hack into your guys earpieces.” She replied and Peter chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Peter… I- you left so quick-”

“I know, I’m sorry I just didn’t want you getting hurt, you didn’t have your suit and Mister Stark would’ve killed me!”

“Damn right.” Tony said and Riley laughed.

“When are you coming back?”

“I- I don’t know, baby. Thanos is- I almost had the gauntlet off but then- well, he left. He’s down there we think.”

“What’s gonna happen if the guys down here don’t defeat him?”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie. We’ll figure it  out.” Tony said, Riley sighed.

“Talk to me about something else! What did you and Pepper do today?” Peter asked, he sounded cheerful but Riley knows it was just a front. He was just as scared. And he knew more than her. Riley exhaled and opened her blinds, letting the sunset hit her room, giving her room a nice orange glow.

“Well, we mainly looked at wedding magazines, saw some cute dresses.”

“Yeah?” Peter smiled, his heart swelling.

“Yeah,” Riley giggled, and leaned forward, staring out the window, “Just wedding planning, I have a whole pinterest board for the wed- what the fuck?” 

“What?!” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh my god! Pete, there’s something happening…”

“Oh, f- Riley, baby what do you see?” Peter asked, tears already coming down his face as nothing but fear overtook his heart and mind.

“What is it, Riley?” Tonys voice came in.

“It… looks like… dust?”

That made Peters heart stop, it happened. He looked behind him and saw as Mantis slowly disappeared, he choked on the air and 

“Dad?... What’s happening?” Riley whimpered, watching as people disappeared on the streets below her, she heard a crash but didn’t dare look up at the sky.

“Riley, honey, it’ll be okay- j- just breathe, like I taught you, remember?”

Riley took in one deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out.

“Dad, I’m scared.” Riley cried and looked at her legs, they were still there. Then her arms, all good.

“Don’t- it’s okay, Riley, you’re okay.”

“Peter?” She whispered, like she was afraid it would happen to her if she spoke any louder.

“Y- yeah, Ri?” Peter sighed, trying to focus on Rileys voice.

“You remember the first time we hung out?” She giggled, looking down at her legs again.

It started.

No pain.

“Yeah, baby.” He laughed, wiping at his face and nose. He felt something was off with her, he knew it was happening.

“You needed help with your essay, but we just ended up arguing over which Star Wars movie is the best?” She smiled as it spread up to her waist, she was half gone.

Peter chuckled, “Yeah. I just had to get to know you better. You were too cute. I didn’t care about the essay.” He replied softly, Tony smiled at their conversation.

Riley giggled, “Peter?... I love you. I know I don’t tell you that enough but- I do. I really love y-” 

She was gone. All that he heard now was static and the eerie wind behind him. Tony walked up to him and pulled him in for a hug. All while also letting himself cry.

“Fuck!” Peter yelled, falling to his knees and gripping onto Tonys arm.

“We’ll get her back, Parker. I promise.” He mumbled, his hearing zoning out as heard Pepper walk into Rileys now empty room. He could hear faintly, “Oh my god!”

“Pepper! You stay there, alright? I can’t lose you t-”

“Uh, Mr. Stark?”

*

[mcu-fan-fics-blog]

Remember A Time vii

Series:  (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;)

(High school Au ) No Powers

Word count:1491

A/n: life sucks right now I won’t lie, but we’ll get through it. Anyways thank you guys so much for 300 followers. I honestly thought that only like 10 people would read much less follow so I wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate every single one of you!!! My love goes out to all who need a little love right now <3 Happy reading ;)

Breaking up with Wanda was a process. And yes you do consider it a breakup any meaningful relationship can break up. Hell you’ve gone through it with Tony a couple of times. It’s easy to say it never felt so final with Tony. Wanda however was a different story you had hopes for something that could’ve been something that might’ve been great. It’s not her fault you’d figured out that much. Was it fair… no. You wanted to fix that much, your expectations of her aren’t her fault. Natasha was everything Wanda could’ve been. And you’re both aware of that. Nothing hurts more than the idea of what could’ve been.

You fell for the idea of someone and Natasha knew this. Still she was asking you to give her reality a chance and you found no reason to say no. To deprive yourself of that seemed cruel. “I would really like to give you a chance.” You answer her honestly. She smiles brightly and nods the smile still on her face as she leans her head back on your shoulder. The rest of the trip went by quickly. New Years was domestic. Something about spending the night with your closest friends just felt right. The night before you leave you sit on the balcony contemplating your life. “What are you thinking about?” Natasha asks you as she walks up behind you. You sigh and look at her.

“You know I’m being unfair right?” You ask her. She picks up on what you mean faster than you thought she would. “I know that your feelings are valid, that you didn’t deserve what Wanda said.” She points out quickly “but I also know that feelings like the feelings you have for Wanda, feelings like the ones I have for you… can complicate things.” You listen intently. “I also know that you are one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I don’t doubt that you’ll somehow make things right.” She smiles. “I hate that I put you in the middle of this.” She nods again. “Well that’s the thing y/n… there are people worth fighting for people who make the complicated feelings and situations worth it. You are one of those people.”

“You make it sound so simple…” you say, your cheeks burning. “That’s because deep down when you know, it’ll always be an easy choice.” You can’t help but smile at her words. “Thank you for giving me a chance.” You say. “It’ll work out for us you’ll see…” Natasha soothes you. You nod, taking in the moment and her presence. Talking to Wanda was something that you’d have to do. You knew it and she knew it. “Come on let’s go back inside its cold out here.” She nudges you. “Aren’t you supposed to be Russian or something?” You tease. She nods chuckling. “I’m Russian not stupid.” She says as she leads you in. You spent the night restless it wasn’t a surprise. You finally had to stop running away from your problems.

The flight and the journey home were all a blur as you spent most of the time in and out of sleep. “Alright y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Tony says startling you. “Yeah what ever. See you!” All three of you walk into you homes. You weren’t expecting a certain red head to be waiting for you in your room though. “Can we talk?” She said as soon as she saw you. “I don’t have much of a choice do I?” You mumble. She doesn’t quite catch it. “Y/n come on! This has gone on too long. I don’t like not being on good terms with you.” She says pleading. You sigh remembering Natasha’s words. “I’m sorry…” You say quietly looking her in the eyes. They looked sad not quite as sparkly as they used to look.

“No… I should be the one apologizing. I said something’s that I shouldn’t have said. Just because Tony of all people said something that got under my skin.” You nod scoffing lightly. “Well sometimes we overreact. I can attest but our fight made me realize too many things.” You sigh looking at her. “Y/n what are you talking about, we.. we were great before this happened. Weren’t we?” You shake your head. “No Wanda… You were okay while I just casually bent over backwards to keep you happy.” You sigh. “I-I it’s not your fault I just can’t… I can’t keep doing that.” She’s speechless, had you really always felt like this? “I don’t need you to bend over backwards for me, I just need you! Do you understand that?” You can’t help the tears that roll down your cheeks. They make Wanda unsure where exactly you were going to end after this.

“I CAN'T HELP IT Wanda… I can’t help it. I-I I’m addicted I’m hooked Wanda to the way you smile they way you laugh and the way you just simply exist… I’d put myself through hell for you!” You sigh seeing the look of realization on Wanda’s face. “I… i you? Me?” She can barely spit the words out. “I can’t go back to the way things were I’d just end up in the same place.” She’s silent and she can’t even look at you. “I need space, time… I’ll get over I…” She cuts you off nodding. “I think it’s best we don’t talk anymore Y/n…” You didn’t hear much after that it hit you like a train. You close your eyes and clear your throat hoping to stop her from rambling. “I think it’s best you leave Wanda.” You couldn’t believe the words that left her mouth. “I-i Y/n things can’t just end like this.” You kicking her out seems to knock sense into her.

“I think it’s best if you leave, that we leave things before we make things worse. Clearly talking things out wasn’t the way to go.” She sighs running her hands through her hair. “You can’t just…” she starts but you cut her off. “You think it’s best we don’t talk anymore and I’m agreeing with you. I’ll move on … and you will too.” You say dejectedly. “ I think that I need you to leave… I need you to forget about me.” She scoffed, “Y/n I care for you, you can’t just ask me to do that.” You nod. “Do it for me. You’re killing me here Wanda. Knowing you don’t… you can’t… It hurts.” You can’t even say the words, it's too much. “I’ll be fine… but I need you to leave.” She wants to fight and continue down this road but she doesn’t, she can’t. Having to walk away from you was something she thought she’d never have to do.

You were always there no matter what, even when you fought you’d still show up for her. She didn’t think… she didn’t know it was love. She loved Vision… she knew how it felt. She left because she thought of herself in your shoes. “I’m sorry… I’ll leave.” Was all she said before she took her leave. You cry it was what you wanted but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Rushing past your parents and their concerned gaze she finally walked out of your home. As soon as she stepped out she realized the world was against her today. Natasha is walking up your porch as she exits. “You talked?” Was all she said. It was short, but it wasn’t even reproachful, that just made Wanda’s blood boil even more.

Nonetheless she nodded her head. “She can’t help what she feels… Just like I can’t help what I feel for her.” She says and it makes Wanda finally meet her gaze. “So I’m asking you as someone that loves her… Don’t drag her back in.” Loves you… those words round Wanda’s head. “She won’t be able to resist it… she will fall back in and it will destroy her. If you care for her, take a step back.” She sighs. “I can’t just do that…” Wanda reveals coming off more vulnerable. “If you love her you will… Let me try and make her happy. Let me love her fully.” Watching Natasha confess her feelings so openly for you scared her. But she still nodded, it felt wrong. Handing you off… bartering with your love felt fundamentally wrong. It was something she knew she’d always have a safety net… but you deserved to be so much more than that... She couldn’t give you that, so she nodded.

“I won’t get in your way… But if you hurt her, Natasha I swear to god I will kill you with my bare hands.” She says and Natasha takes it. She eases her. “I’ll let you…” looking directly into Wanda’s eyes. “I never want to hurt her.” With that Wanda exhales and nods in confirmation. “Good Bye.” With that she finally walks away.

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The Assistant

PAIRING | CEO!Pepper Potts x assistant!reader

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! smut drabble, pet play, nickname (puppy, pup), miss kink, oral, fingering, squirting, collar and leash

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Pepper had hired you a few months ago after Tony and Pepper broke up. She wanted another assistant to help her manage. Happy wasn't enough.

When Pepper first saw you, she felt some sort of attraction, something she's never felt before towards a woman. She wanted you.

At first, it was just little flirtatious comments that you wouldn't be offended by. You'd always blush. She knew you found attraction towards her, and you knew she had attraction towards you as well. You knew it wasn't right, but every day you'd get closer and closer, the worst thing you two had done was make out naked in her office chair you had to stop because Happy had walked in.

Later that week, Pepper had called you into her office for no reason. You thought you were going to get fired because people may have found out about you two, but no, that wasn't it.

"Hello honey, do you know why you're here?"

"No, miss, I don't. Am I getting fired?"

"No hun something ten times better, come here and kneel, I have a present, a collar and a leash."

"Yes, miss!" You said happily.

"Now take your clothes off puppy."

After you took your clothes off and she put the collar and leash on after you sat right in between her legs while you knelt.

"Now puppy, I want you to eat me out, I'll teach you pup."

"Yes, miss."

"Good puppy, now push my skirt up."

"Yes, miss."

Pepper pulled on your leash to bring you closer to her cunt. She commanded you to start licking hole to clit.

"Is this alright miss, am I doing good miss?" You asked shyly.

"Fuck puppy you're doing so fucking good, now start to go in circles with your tongue on my clit, fuck-," she moaned.

"Now jus- just add your fingers slowly and aim up towards a spongey spot pup."

You added your middle finger first, and started pumping slowly while pushing upward, all you wanted to to is make your miss happy, you wanted this and needed it. You've been craving it for so long.

"Fuck puppy you're doing so good, sooo good puppy, so good."

You added another finger pumping faster and faster you wanted miss so badly.

"Puppy slow down! You're gonna make me cu-" she moaned very loudly. Ad she squirted.

Your miss had cum all over you.

"Good job puppy, you did so good," she praised.

"Thank you miss."

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted, Chapter 1: Unarmed, Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: (For this part only) Following the events of CA:CW, Tony Stark has offered Steve Rogers an olive branch of sorts to bring The Avengers back together. You, CTO of Stark Industries and head of Innovation & Technology for the Avengers' Initiative, have your doubts, as you're not quite ready to forgive Captain America for ripping your family apart just yet. Steve had one condition, however, when agreeing to return to the team, one that's going to turn your life upside down and inside out: If he's coming back to join The Avengers, he's bringing his best friend, Bucky Barnes, with him.

Warnings: (For this part only) Language (obviously), minor mention of alcohol, I'm obviously on Team Tony during the CW; don't come for me, awful jokes, minor use of (Y/N). As always, if I missed any, please let me know.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Here's a little preview of Unwanted. In it's current form, it's standing at about 50k words, with about 25k still in editing, and I'm maybe about half done with writing the entire thing? I'm not going to lie, it starts out cute and fluffy, but it's gonna get real angsty and painful. Dear Reader has unresolved emotional trauma and Bucky doesn't understand the importance of boundaries in 21st century relationships. This piece has been my baby for several months now; I really hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

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"You're sure you're cool with this, Boss?" you asked Tony Stark, for what was probably the ten thousandth time in the last hour. The two of you were sitting by yourselves off in a corner of the common area of the Avengers Tower while the rest of your team congregated around the bar, eagerly anticipating the official return of Captain America to the Avengers. That, by itself, would be enough to warrant a gathering of Earth's mightiest heroes, but what had everyone in attendance talking was the fact that Steve Rogers wouldn't be returning alone.

Your billionaire employer sighed and swirled his glass of Laphroaig, the amber liquid sloshing along the sides of the tumbler. "I don't love it, Pocket, but it was Cap's only condition for coming back into the fold, and since Barton, Wilson, and Maximoff all went off the reservation with him, it seemed a small price to pay to get everyone back under one roof." He took a swig of his whiskey and smacked his lips.

You couldn't help but smile at his use of your nickname. Thor had inadvertently given it to you when you first met the God of Thunder years ago, remarking for everyone to hear that you were so small and tiny, he could tuck you into his pocket and abscond away with you to Asgard. Somehow, it stuck. You'd hated it at first; it had felt dismissive and condescending, which of course meant that it soon became the only thing the members of your team called you, but the more they used in their daily lives, the more you actually came to love it. It was a brand new, unique identity that came to embody the person you’d become, and the past you’d worked so hard to put behind you. You were more likely to answer to 'Pocket,' now, than you were your legal name, and you were grateful for it.

"Besides," Tony continued with a shrug, "if letting the Barnes thing go means we get the band back together, I'm willing to be the bigger person about it."

You stared at him, impressed. "Well look at you. When did you get so emotionally evolved?"

"Since Pepper told me I needed to start seeing a therapist or she’d leave me once and for all," he admitted to you with a cheeky wink; you both knew that, though Tony drove his partner, Pepper Potts, absolutely insane sometimes, she loved him far too much to ever walk away from him for good. That didn’t stop the threats, though. Lord knows he tried her patience. In your opinion, the woman was a saint.

Your eyes widened at the revelation and you let out a low whistle of appreciation. "You're going to therapy? Wow. Tony, That's amazing. I'm proud of you."

"Oh please," Tony scoffed, "I have much more important things to do than sit on a couch and spill my feelings. Besides, my secrets are too valuable to divulge to an actual human being. I just trained FRIDAY on therapeutic conversational datasets so she can handle all that psychological mumbo jumbo and then I paired that with BARF's augmented reality-- it's seriously the platinum standard in mental healthcare. No awkward silences or judgmental stares, just pure efficiency. You should try it; it’d do you wonders. And the best part? No copays."

You chuckled as you took a sip of your pineapple and Malibu. "Yeah, okay. That completely tracks for you," you told him with a smile. "So, what did Dr. FRIDAY tell you that got you to change your mind about the Barnes situation?"

Furrows appeared between Tony's eyebrows as he took another sip of whiskey to buy time for collecting his thoughts. There was still so much pain in him where Bucky Barnes was concerned. You'd worked for him in some capacity for nearly fifteen years and you'd never seen him as defeated as he'd been when he got off that Quinjet from Siberia. He'd been bloodied, battered and utterly broken, body and soul. Seeing him like that had shattered you, and you never wanted to live through something like that again.

Tony ran you through his experience with his therapeutic innovation, and you had to admit, it was impressive. The system had helped him realize that Bucky Barnes wasn't responsible for the heinous crimes Hydra had brainwashed him into completing, and so his anger over the death of his parents, while justified, had been misdirected.

"Once I processed that, it was a quick jump to realizing we can't be the best version of the Avengers if we only have half the team at home, and it's innocent people who would pay the price for it. So, when I reached out to Cap and he agreed to come back if I agreed to let him bring Barnes with him, well..." Tony trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hand toward the where the rest of the team was waiting.

"So, you and Rogers are just, what? Good then? All water under the bridge?" you asked him, mild irritation clouding your voice.

"Oh, absolutely not." Tony took another sip of whiskey. "I can work with him again, and I'm glad to, but we're not going to be braiding each other's hair anytime soon."

"Good," you said, raising your glass in a mock toast to Tony. "I'm not quite ready to forgive him on your behalf just yet." Tony had essentially saved your life when you first met him, and he’d continued to support and guide your career to heights you could have never imagined. You'd started as a systems analyst and mechanical engineer at Stark Industries fresh out of college, and under Tony’s mentorship, it wasn’t long before you found yourself rising to the position of the company’s Chief Technical Officer, second in command only to Pepper, now that Tony had passed on the reins to her. All this happened long before he'd ever brought you in to work with him on the Avengers Initiative, and now you spent the majority of your time heading up their Technology and Innovation Department, as well.

Any kind of healthy respect you might have had for your boss had died out a long, long time ago, because Tony Stark  was Tony Stark, but now he was just Tony-- more like an annoying older brother you loved dearly,  whose name just happened to be on your paychecks. You owed him everything and that had earned him your unwavering loyalty. You'd follow him to hell and back again if he asked it of you, though he knew he’d never have to; you’d be paving the path there right alongside him.

The sound of laughter made its way across to you from the other side of the room and you felt warmth at the sound-- everyone, together again and happy. Just a few short months ago, you never would have been able to imagine the scene before you, not after the fight in Berlin and its brutal aftermath. You had thought for sure that this little family you'd found yourself in the middle of had been destroyed beyond repair.

So, you might have had your own reasons to be pissed at Steve Rogers.

"What's Barnes like?" you asked Tony. Having only ever glimpsed him from a distance, or from behind a computer monitor, you'd utilized all the resources at your disposal to dig up as much information on the Winter Soldier as possible, but even your skills hadn't been able to get you what simply didn't exist. "You know I don't like unknown quantities."

Tony seemed to think for a moment. "You mean, aside from being a brainwashed, murderous assassin?"

"Tony," you chastised. You knew that Barnes had spent a good deal of time in Wakanda before coming home to New York, working on having the words that triggered his homicidal alter-ego neutralized. Rogers may not always acted rationally when it came to making decisions about his oldest friend, but you were sure he wouldn’t be bringing Barnes back to the Tower if he posed a serious danger to the rest of you. Right?

"Fine," Tony said, with a typical exaggerated sigh. "Aside from being a former brainwashed, murderous assassin; better?" You rolled your eyes but nodded. "Don't really know, didn't care enough to ask. I'll be happy as long as he doesn't start murdering us all in our sleep. Cap vouches for him, so that counts for something. Maybe not as much as it did once upon a time, but something. But T’Challa seems to think he’s harmless enough now, so that’s good enough for me."

You nodded, taking another sip of your pineapple and Malibu, then leaned back, pensive. "Oh, God," you said after a moment of thought, sitting up in alarm. "You don't think it’s going to be like having an entire extra Rogers around, do you? All '40s morality and emotional repression? Because I am so over having him police my language." It wasn't that you had anything against Captain America as an Avenger, but there was only so much of the Boy Scout act you could take before you started getting nauseous. And okay, fine, you weren't too proud to admit it-- there was a not-so-small part of you that still hadn't forgiven him for what you saw as his blatant betrayal of Tony when he refused to sign the Accords. You'd promised to play nice, though, for the sake of your family, but your personal relationship with The Star-Spangled Man had taken heavy damage since Berlin.

Tony chuckled. "As if you'd ever let Cap's presence keep you from a good profanity. I should put out a swear jar. We could fund that crisis algorithm project of yours off your mouth alone."

"Fuck you, Tony," you uttered with a chuckle, fully aware that he had your number. You never met a four-letter word you didn’t fall immediately in love with.

"And look at that," Tony said with a smirk, "I just made another dollar. Hey FRIDAY, open up a new savings account and deposit a dollar into every time Pocket has a potty mouth."

"On it, Boss," the AI replied cheerfully.

You swore at Tony a few more times for good measure. "I fully intend to financially bleed you dry now, asshole."

"Oh no, I'm shaking in my custom Tom Ford's," Tony mockingly bemoaned, putting his feet, enclosed in the aforementioned ridiculously expensive loafers, up on the coffee table.

Raised voices from the other side of the room caught your attention. You stood up and craned your neck, trying to see what had caused the commotion. "I think they're here, Boss," you said.

"Alright," Tony said, standing up and putting an arm around your shoulder, "big smiles, kiddo. Remember, we're supposed to be happy about this." You suppressed a chuckle as you watched Rogers present Bucky Barnes to the rest of the team. Everyone was welcoming; you wouldn’t have expected any less, but as you watched their body language, the only word that came to mind was guarded. And you completely understood; The Winter Soldier’s reputation had preceded him, after all. There were hugs for Rogers, of course, but no one made any attempt to reach out to his friend.

Despite your overall annoyance with Rogers, you couldn't help but feel some degree of happiness for the giant oaf. When you'd been assigned on a mission with him (which happened fairly frequently, as he was so pathetically abysmal with anything having to do with technology) and ended up having to hole up in a safehouse for an extra couple of days while waiting for extraction, he'd started opening up to you about James Buchanan Barnes, and the reminiscing had made him so happy, you encouraged Steve to tell you everything about this Bucky. After that, the trouble was getting Rogers to stop telling his Bucky stories. If he wasn't sharing tales about growing up with his best friend during the Great Depression and all the absolute mischief they got into, he was sharing war stories of their time together with the Howling Commandos. He'd even shared his grief with you– how painful it had been to watch Barnes fall from that train and the guilt he carried for not being able to save him. He’d confessed to you once that, when he went into the ice, fully prepared to die, there was a part of him that was relieved to be reunited with Barnes in the next life, and waking up some 70 years later to a world where he was still alive but Bucky was still gone had broken his heart all over again. And yet, here they were– together in the next life, after all. If you were a different kind of person, you’d say it was a goddamn miracle. 

Because of the way Rogers described his best friend in those old stories, you were expecting Bucky Barnes to come swaggering along next to him, with a cocksure tilt to his head and a panty-dropping smirk playing along his lips, but the man who accompanied Steve was the furthest thing from that.

He shuffled behind Rogers slowly, looking at the floor and avoiding making eye contact with anyone else from the team. His hair hung long and limp, curtaining off his face as though it were a protective barrier. Though, if it was keeping him away from everyone else, or everyone else away from him, you couldn't be sure. He was much thinner than you'd anticipated, especially for a super soldier– though still extremely muscular, giving you the impression that it had been a long time since he'd let himself indulge in anything more than the bare minimum amount of calories he needed for survival. Tilting your head, you tried to steal a glance at his infamous metal arm, the thing of legends that had turned him from a run-of-the-mill assassin into the stuff of waking nightmares.

But the sleeve of his jacket hung limp, only empty space where the appendage should have been.

Curious. He'd come to Tony Stark's home unarmed. Your hand flew to your mouth to try and stop the uncontrollable snicker that broke loose at your own stupid joke. Tony elbowed you gently in the ribs to shut you up, and you hoped you were too far away and the others too distracted by Steve's introductions to notice you, but that thought flew right out the window when Bucky Barnes' head snapped up at the sound, his eyes locking onto yours from across the room.

"Holy shit," you breathed, knowing another dollar would go into Tony's digital swear jar, but damn if the man didn't have the most striking blue eyes you had ever seen. There were dark circles under them, and he looked incredibly tired, yeah, but they were beautiful. You didn't mean to stare, but you found you couldn't look away, either, and so the two of you were locked into some sort of impromptu staring contest. The longer you looked at him, the more you could sense an overwhelming sadness coming from him, as well as a level of wariness at being in a room full of strangers. It was almost overwhelming.

But then, just as suddenly as it began, the spell was broken. Blinking once, Bucky looked away and you felt the tension vanish from between you.

"What was that about?" Tony asked you in a low singsong voice.

"I have no idea," you answered, honestly. There had been so much pain and loneliness in his eyes. You'd seen eyes like that before, when you were younger and looked at your own reflection in the mirror following a scalding shower with your skin scrubbed raw and bloody. You suppressed a shiver.

Finally, Steve managed to disengage himself and Bucky from the other Avengers and began making his way toward you and Tony. Up close, you were struck by how tall Bucky was. He had to be at least a foot taller than you, if not more. And God, he was handsome. Granted, in a kind of heroin-chic sort of way, but still. A couple of good nights' sleep, a few good meals, some light personal grooming, and... well, there was a very good chance you were going to be in trouble once he got his shit together, that was for sure.

"And Buck," Steve was saying, drawing you out of your ogling, "This is our resident computer genius, Pocket (Y/L/N). You ever need help with anything technology-related, she's your girl."

"A bit of an over-simplified version, Rogers," you said, sticking your hand out to shake Bucky’s, "but yeah, that about covers it."

Bucky looked at you, then down at your hand, making no move to take it.

"What the hell kind of name is Pocket?" he asked, voice rough as though he hadn’t been using it a lot. Pulling your hand back, you shot him an annoyed glare.

"I don't know," you oozed back sarcastically. "What the hell kind of name is Bucky?"

"It's his nickname, Pocket," Steve supplied helpfully, though not without a trace of confusion. You gave him an annoyed, pointed look.

"No shit, Rogers." You turned back to Bucky and spoke slowly, as if to a child. "So, what do you think Pocket is, then?"

"Oh," said Bucky, catching on. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. "Gotcha; m'sorry about that. My manners are rusty from a severe lack of use."

You didn't mean it, but your mouth curved up into a hint of a smile, too. And then, almost as if you couldn't stop yourself from doing it, you found yourself saying "I see you've arrived unarmed."

There was a long, heavy beat of silence as Steve and Tony stared at you, mouths slightly agape, and you wondered if you'd made a critical error. You were just about to punch yourself in the face and claim you had a concussion and therefore couldn't be held responsible for what you said when Bucky burst into laughter.

It was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard, and it was contagious. Through your own laughter, you risked a glance up at Steve. He was looking back and forth between you and Bucky, an indiscernible look in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he'd heard his best friend laugh. Hell, you wondered how long it had been since Bucky Barnes had laughed at all.

"Pocket," Tony groaned, palming his face, "that was truly terrible, even for you."

"I'm sorry," you said, trying to catch your breath through your burst of giggles. "It just slipped out-- I couldn’t help it. You know once these things come into my head, they just bounce around in there until they fall out. I didn't mean it."

Steve smiled at you. "So that's what you were snickering at," he said, amused. Damn that enhanced super soldier hearing. Rogers didn't need to be so nosy with it.

You shrugged. "What can I say? Bad jokes are my superpower. Don't be jealous that all you got was super strength and a six pack, Rogers."

Bucky laughed again, then nudged Steve playfully with his elbow. "I like this one, Stevie," he said. "She's funny."

You weren't sure why, exactly, but something in Bucky's words turned your insides into a warm puddle of goo.

Oh, you were going to be in trouble, indeed.

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[gingiesworld]

Blurred Lines

Requested

CEO Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Strap On (Wanda Receiving) Fingering (Wanda Receiving)

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

AN: In memory of our fave Friends actor, Matthew Perry. The guy who brought us all to laughter with the best character ever. RIP Matthew Perry you awesome legend.

Word Count: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

Maximoff Industries, run by the most respected woman in all of New York, of course her recent divorce was publicized and her children were also thrown into the limelight, which made having a private life extremely difficult for her and her family. But one thing she never expected to happen was meeting her secretary's room mate and best friend.

"Who is this?" Wanda asked as she spotted the taller woman standing beside Natasha.

"This is Y/N, my bestie." Nat smiled as she introduced the two.

"It's nice to meet you." Y/N held her hand out for the brunette to shake. "You also look better as a brunette, the red didn't suit you."

"Thank you." Wanda smiled as she shook her hand. "It was my ex who preferred the red."

"Well, he is clearly stupid." Y/N smiled as Nat watched the two. "I have to go back to work." She told them both with a smile, Wanda watched as Y/N disappeared down the hall, biting her lip before she turned to Nat.

"Does she work here?" Wanda asked her as Nat shook her head.

"She had an interview with Peggy in Finances for the assistant supervisor." Nat informed her.

"Can you ask Peggy to see me in my office please." Wanda told her. "Immediately." She entered her office, only waiting a moment before there was a knock on her door.

"You wanted to see me ma'am?" Peggy spoke as she opened the door.

"The interviews from today, who is the highest contender?" Wanda asked as she looked over the schedule she had received.

"There are two who would be extremely beneficial to the company." She started. "Pepper Potts, she is fresh from being Tony Stark's assistant." Wanda shook her head no. "And there is Y/N Y/L/N, she worked closely with Norman Osborn at Oscorp."

"Y/L/N is the obvious option." Wanda stated. "Hire her." She told her as she didn't want to hire her ex brother-in-law's assistant. So the following Monday, Y/N had carpooled with Nat to work, and the two made their way up to Wanda's office. Y/N sat waiting for Ms Maximoff to arrive as Nat started to get to work, sorting through Wanda's schedule for the day.

"Y/N, follow me." Wanda told her as she walked past the two. Y/N was fast on her heels, closing the office door behind her. "I will need you to fill out these forms for me, give Nat your I.D. so she can make photocopies for our company files." Y/N nodded as Wanda spoke. "Also, you and I will be working closely together as you will soon be taking over for Miss Carter, she is retiring soon and I need a fully qualified CFO."

"Yes ma'am." Y/N nodded as she took the forms from her hands.

"I will need the forms back at the end of the day." She told her. "And please call me Wanda."

"Of course Wanda." Y/N smiled as she gazed at Wanda intensely before leaving. Wanda couldn't understand the way she made her feel. She had never really looked at another woman like this before, she didn't even know it was possible since she was forced to marry her Ex by her parents or they would have disowned her. Of course with their passing, she had built up the courage to get out of her marriage as she ran the family business.

As the days turned to weeks, Wanda found herself working late on some days, Y/N was always the one who stayed with her, working on strategy plans to keep some of the company deals that they were at risk of losing.

"Do you want a drink?" Wanda asked Y/N who only hummed a quiet yes, going over the information she had before her eyes.

"I think we need to let go of some employees." Y/N told her. "Cut back by one or two in each department. We can split the work between the remaining employees accordingly."

"I don't want to talk about that right now." Wanda groaned as she took a seat beside Y/N, handing her a glass of bourbon.

"I didn't know you were a hard spirit kind of woman." Y/N teased her, watching as Wanda leaned on the back of the sofa. Observing Y/N's movements as she came up with a viable strategy for the company's future.

"How are you single?" Wanda questioned as she watched Y/N intently, the pen between her teeth as she turned to meet Wanda's gaze.

"I guess I never really found the one." Y/N shrugged. "My ex hated my dedication to my previous job, so she left me. Well, I caught her with my old friend."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Wanda spoke softly as Y/N shrugged.

"It's ok." She smiled as she sipped her drink. "Love isn't for everyone."

"I think it is." Wanda spoke as she placed her glass down. "There is someone out there for each of us, it's just that we don't usually see what's right in front of us."

"And what do you see?" Y/N asked as Wanda inhaled deeply.

"You." She spoke as Y/N's eyes darkened as she gazed at Wanda's flushed chest, rising and falling rapidly. "A woman with strong arms and anyone would be lucky to have you. To just be in your embrace for the rest of their life."

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asked as she leaned in slightly.

"I don't know what I want." Wanda whispered, her underwear becoming damp with her arousal. "But I know what I need." With that she closed the gap, taking Y/N's lips on her own, her hands resting on Y/N's shoulders as she moved to straddle Y/N's lap. Her hands instantly held Wanda's waist before her hands ventured up her spine, holding her close as the kiss deepened. Neither of them were drunk enough for this to be known as a drunken mistake, all they both knew was they needed each other.

Y/N lay Wanda down on the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse as she kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together as Y/N took all control. Wanda became a panting mess as Y/N's hand ventured under her skirt, pushing her underwear aside as her fingers ran through her folds, collecting the arousal before she made tentative movements on her clit.

"Fuck." Wanda gasped as Y/N moved her kisses down, taking a nipple in her mouth as Wanda arched her back, needing more than she was getting at this moment. "More. Please." She whined. "I need more."

Y/N complied as she plunged two fingers deep inside her, watching how Wanda's face changed due to the pleasure she was receiving. Y/N's name falling from her lips as she came undone, a panting mess as she soon calmed down.

"You taste so fine." Y/N smiled as she pulled her fingers from her mouth before kissing Wanda hard.

The next day, the two needed to set boundaries, so that was what they had done in the privacy of Wanda's office.

"We can't be anything more." Wanda told her as she sat in her chair. "I've just gotten through a messy divorce and I have two boys."

"I can be mature and just have fun Wanda." Y/N smirked as Wanda chuckled. "Besides, I am not going to blur the lines, I can keep my emotions in check."

Well, the two of them thought that was the case as what started out as quickies in the office turned into Wanda staying over at Y/N's and sneaking out before Nat woke up.

"We can't keep doing this." Wanda whispered as Y/N locked the office door before approaching her. A solemn look on her face at the realisation of the feelings the two share.

"Wanda." She started as she took Wanda's hands on her own. "We can do this." She held them close to her chest as Wanda closed her eyes, allowing Y/N to pull her closer. "I don't care that you have children or an ex husband. I know I will always be third."

"Second." Wanda corrected her. "It will be my children and then you."

"I thought the company." Y/N started as Wanda shook her head. A small smile on her lips.

"You will always come before the company." Wanda caressed her cheek as Y/N smiled, leaning down and claiming her lips with her own. Her hands soon wrapped around Wanda's waist, pulling her impossibly closer, causing a moan to escape Wanda as she felt the toy concealed within the confines of Y/N's dress pants. "Fuck, are you packing?" She questioned with a raised brow as Y/N just smirked, her hands trailing along Wanda's waist, pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Wanda's hands started to undo Y/N's blouse as they sloppily kissed roughly. Y/N had Wanda on her knees in no time, groaning at the sight of her red painted lips around the silicone toy.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me." Y/N groaned as she gripped Wanda's hair, thrusting her hips into Wanda's face. "The great Wanda Maximoff on her knees, my little cock slut." Wanda moaned at her words, her cheeks flushed and her arousal dripping down her thighs. She whimpered as Y/N pulled her hair, pulling her away from the strap, the saliva leaving a string behind as Y/N brought her to her feet. "Face the window." Y/N ordered as Wanda was quick to do as she told. Spreading her legs as she looked over the busy city below, people rushed to and from lunch breaks as she stood bare against the cool glass. Her nipplea hardened against the glass as she moaned as Y/N slapped her ass before massaging it. "Such a good girl." Y/N bit her ear as she teased her with the strap. "Give everyone a good show, I want everyone to see how good I make you feel." Wanda moaned as the toy slipped past her entrance, Y/N's hands on her hips helping her remain steady as her hands were flat against the glass.

"Oh." Wanda moaned as Y/N snapped her hips, the toy moving out and leaving just the tip inside before thrusting harshly once more.

"Keep your eyes open." Y/N told her as she groaned, fastening her pace as she fucked her. The sound of Wanda's moans and the squelching of her arousal was music to her ears, her now favorite song. "Fuck. You take me so well Wanda." She went harder with each thrust, her fingertips bruising the skin on Wanda's hips. Neither caring for the people in the neighbouring skyscraper having a show. "You have no idea what you do to me." She groaned as she pressed her body up against Wanda's. The heat building between the two as Wanda's orgasm neared.

"I need to cum." Wanda whispered as Y/N grunted at her small tone. "Please let me cum." She pleaded as Y/N's head moved into her neck, licking and biting the skin.

"Let go for me." She whispered as she pressed tender kisses to Wanda's skin. A loud moan left her lips as she came, just in time for her machine to pick up a call.

"Miss Maximoff, the twins school had called, they need to see you asap."

"Fuck." Wanda whimpered as Y/N pulled out, Wanda was quick to gather her clothes, throwing Y/N a blouse, not bothering to see who's it was. "I have to go." Wanda said as she fixed her hair. "But I need you to stay here." She reached inside her desk drawer, a set of handcuffs as she pushed Y/N to sit on her chair, putting the handcuffs on her wrist as she handcuffed her to the chair.

"What?" Y/N tried. "Wanda, what if someone walks in and sees me? I am practically nude with a strap!! And I am wearing your blouse because it is abnormally tight!!"

"Please Y/N." She pleaded as she fixed herself. "Here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She places Y/N's jacket on her lap before placing the keys on the shelf above the bourbon. Y/N groaned as she walked out, leaving Y/N alone and handcuffed to the chair.

"Fuck." Y/N mumbled as she tried to wriggle free, hoping to break the plastic arm rest. Soon giving up and counting the ceiling tiles above. As an uncertain amount of time past, Y/N was left feeling uncomfortable. Soon the phone rang and it was Wanda's voice.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, Billy had a fall and I am currently at the hospital with him." She spoke in a hushed voice. "I know I said I wouldn't be long but we are just waiting for the x-ray results. I'll see you soon." Y/N slammed her head on the desk with a tired groan, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only to look up like a deer in headlights at the sound of keys in the door.

"Oh, I am so happy to see you." Y/N smiled as she saw Nat walk in with some files.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned as she hurriedly closed the door.

"Well, Wanda and I have been having sex, for months." Y/N told her. "And we have obviously had sex earlier and now I am handcuffed to this bloody chair." Y/N gradually raised her voice as she spoke, shaking the chair with her whole body. "But." She took a breath to calm down. "The key is just above the bourbon, so if you would please uncuff me so I can get dressed."

"Y/N." Nat shook her head, an unsure look in her eye. "Wanda will be expecting you as such." She gestured to her posture. "And I can't afford to lose my job because I actually like working here. Without the sex part."

"Come on!" Y/N pleaded as she moved from around the desk, her jacket falling from her lap.

"Oh come on!" Nat covered her eyes as she spotted the arousal stained strap on. "Wheel yourself back."

"Please Nat." Y/N pleaded. "I will buy you anything."

"I need a new Nintendo Switch." She told her. "Yelena borrowed mine and we both know that I will not be getting it back."

"Sold! Now get me free." Y/N told her as Nat moved to get the key.

"So, those nights you had someone in your bedroom, that was Wanda. Our boss?" She questioned as Y/N nodded.

"Yes it was." She answered. "Now please let me out of here!" She begged. "This shirt is unbelievably tight and these cuffs are starting to hurt me."

"You and Wanda do have the same style, which is weird." Nat admitted as she approached her. "But she did look much better in a looser blouse."

"Don't you dare." Y/N snarled. "She is mine." Nat just giggled as she undone one of the cuffs, Y/N massaged their wrist before the door soon opened.

"Nat? What are you?" Wanda rambled as she looked between the two.

"I know about the two of you." Nat told her. "But please don't fire me. I can't live off of Y/N's paycheck."

"Can you sit with Billy, he's just outside at your desk." Wanda asked as Nat nodded, closing the door behind her.

"She took the key." Y/N pointed out, just a moment later, Nat opened the door slightly and handed Wanda the key. "How is Billy?" Y/N asked her as she undone the other.

"He is fine, he has a hairline fracture so nothing too serious." Wanda told her as Y/N bent down to put on her pants, soon hearing the blouse tearing causing Wanda to giggle. "I think we need to wear different blouses."

"You think?" Y/N asked with a raised brow.

"It's not my fault you are buff." Wanda squeezed her biceps as she looked up in Y/N's eyes. "But it is a bonus to have strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe."

"I'll always keep you safe." Y/N kissed her softly as she grabbed her jacket. "Luckily I have a spare in my office." Y/N approached the door, hand resting on the handle as Wanda spoke.

"I think I love you." She told her, a smile formed on Y/N's face before she turned around to Wanda, approaching her and kissing her softly before pulling away and looking in her eyes.

"I think I love you too." She smiled before kissing her once more before she left the office. Wanda smiled as her heart swelled at the growing love between the two of them. Love comes to us all at different times of our lives, the journey we take to find the one who makes your heartbeat rapidly and your smile grow impossibly bigger. Wanda has finally found that love in the woman who works alongside her.

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about that spider-woman [h.c]

summary: hazel knew that being spider-woman came with sacrifices which meant having to keep that side of her life from the people she loved; including you. you mean everything to her and she can’t risk something happening to you if whoever was after spider-woman knew that you were connected to her, let alone her girlfriend. after an intense and brutal fight with this new menancing creature, the closest place hazel can go is yours. she doesn’t have a choice anymore other than to reveal to you the truth. will the consequences be as dire as she had imagined?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, light smut, heavy violence, blood, spider!hazel, established relationship between hazel & reader, angst, mcu! elements such as the characters (tony stark, happy, pepper potts, etc.), the amazing spider-man elements (dr.curt connors aka the lizard).

I. all in a day’s work

II. bullshit (TBA)

III. TBA

IV. TBA

divider credits: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more