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multi-fandom-freak0221 · 4 years

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The Shell of a Girl that I Used to Know Well

Inspired by "Love of three" by @misashabunbun

Thank you @thestressmademedoit and @maleive07 for helping me find the fic.

So this turned out to be longer than I thought it would be (probably because I based it around like 5 songs) so I'll break it into parts and post each part separately. Oh and did I mention this is songfic? Because it's a songfic! No Felix yet, but you guys do see Peter but I surprise surprise I turned this into an OT4 pairing. Anyone wanna guess who the other lucky person is to date Mari, Peter and Felix? Also bonus points for anyone who can figure out Mari's stage name.

The song in this part in Stitches by Shawn Mendes and The Lonely by Christina Perri is where I got this parts title from. Also the song mentioned at the end is Partners in Crime by Set It Off ft Ashley Costello.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was grateful for the quiet she found in what she was pretty sure was some kind of presentation room. There was a raised platform which she believes is supposed to be some kind of stage and a couple of tables with chairs surrounding them. She still has no idea how she got here, she was just trying to find some peace. She knew her pseudo Uncle and her friends meant well but they were suffocating her. It's been over a week since she left that bastard, not likely that he even noticed. Since Marinette has gotten to Stark Towers everyone has been treating her like she's about to break and she can't stand it. Yes she's hurt, but like give her a chance to fall apart before trying to shove her back together again! Marinette took a deep breath to calm herself as she sat on the little stage to work on the embroidery she was putting on the back of the blouse. She already had a full heart there but it was kind of plain. She wanted to add something but she didn't know what.

She sighed softly. At times she really missed Tikki being around to be her second opinion.

Ever since the defeat of Hawkmoth the kwamis asked to be renounced and to have their respective jewelry return the Miraculous box. They were working together to heal poor Nooroo and Dusuu. Even though Marinette had been able to fully fix the peacock Miraculous, as well as heal Emilie Agreste and Nathalie Sancour from the effects of using a broken Miraculous, the two kwamis had to deal with a significant amount of emotional trauma from the whole affair.

Even though the final battle had been won quietly without casualties it had taken a lot out of everyone who had been a part of it. Adrien's relationship with his father has been very strained to say the least. Even though Gabriel is doing his best to right his wrongs, it goes to say that the only reason Adrien even speaks to his father at all is because of his mother who is desperately trying to make up for years lost between the two of them.

While Marinette was trying to think of an idea for her embroidery she started humming a song she had heard recently on the radio. In her eyes it fit her past relationship with Damian Wayne perfectly. Soon enough she was singing softly.

I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one has ever left me quite this sore.

Even on their worst days Lila's lies, Alya's beratings, hell even Mlle. Bustier's looks of disappointment never hurt half as much as Damian's total disinterest did. She had cooked him a nice romantic dinner yet he barely acknowledged her. More interested in whatever, or should she say whoever, was on his phone. After 5 mins of trying to carry the conversation alone Marinette sighed and just decided to eat the meal she worked so hard on. After 10 mins of stiff silence in their shared apartment, only filled with the sounds of Marinette eating and Damian texting, the latter got up. Grabbing his coat he made his way to the door, barely turning his head towards his fiancee to call out "I've got to go. Something came up at work."

Marinette wasn't even shocked anymore, just resigned. Still she tried to reason with the man she no longer recognized. Sometimes she wonders if she ever truly knew him at all. "You just got here. Isn't there someone else who can handle it? You haven't even touched your dinner."

True to her words, the young heir's meal sat completely untouched, quickly cooling in the AC.

"Mari, you know these things are important. Not just anyone can handle them." Damian's words were patronizing at best. It frustrated the young designer, but she didn't let it show.

"Will you be back tonight?" She knew the answer but she asked anyway.

Damian hummed noncommittally as he walked through the door still looking at his phone and not the beautiful young lady in front of him. "Most likely not. Don't wait up for me." He quickly walked out, closing the door behind him. Marinette quickly placed her ear to the door as he walked away from the humble abode. She could hear him on the phone.

"Yeah. I'm on my way, gorgeous. I just left." Silence. "No, she doesn't suspect a thing." Nothing but his footsteps as he continues to leave unknowing of her distress behind the apartment "Perfect. The less you're wearing, the better."

Marinette crumbled to the floor after she could no longer hear him. She had suspected as much but that didn't make hearing it less painful.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

She remembers the first time he truly yelled at her. The way he looked at her with disgust. The way she flinched away from his imposing figure and his cutting words. If tried hard enough she could delude herself that he was doing this out of her best interest. The illusion made even easier to believe by the way he apologized and hugged her after he stopped yelling. The way he told her he was worried about her going out and being made a target to Rogues because of her connection to him. The way he feared that he disguises wouldn't be enough even though he himself didn't recognize her at first when she walked back through the apartment door the day. She believed she was safer staying in the apartment because he said so and he only wants what's best for her. So eventually the walls of their apartment was all she saw 24/7. For her safety of course.

Got feeling that I'm going under

But I know I will make it out alive

If quit calling you my lover

And move on

Marinette's head was spinning. Or was it the room? Was she even breathing? She couldn't focus on any of that. All she could focus on was the picture sitting on the screen on her phone. The phone Damian had bought her. The idea made her feel sick now because all those gifts he was giving her now seemed to have double meanings. Especially when the picture filling her screen was of a naked Lila whose body was hidden behind a sheet lying on Damian's bare chest while he slept. She didn't even think to process how the lying bitch managed to get her number. Instead all she could focus on was tears streaming down her face as she felt her heart shatter. She didn't even process the fact that she left the phone right there with the picture still on the screen and started packing her stuff. She grabbed everything that was hers that she bought herself, later on she'd be surprised at how little that was. She stuffed her things in a small suitcase, put the miracle box in a duffle bag wrapped in her leftover fabric from commissions, grabbed her purse with her wallet and left. After locking the apartment door she slid the key underneath the door so he could have it back. He could have everything back he ever gave her. She was done. She was so distressed she didn't even notice that she had put on the one disguise she had and taken a train to New York until she was standing in the lobby of Stark Tower with her Uncle Tony and her Aunt Pepper holding her while she sobbed.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Marinette was so engrossed in the lyrics, in her feelings, that she didn't notice the tears falling from her eyes, nor the way she was furiously embroidering the shirt in her hands. And she definitely didn't notice that she had gained an audience.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Yeah you lured me in and I couldn't sense the pain

The first time she met Damian it had been an accident. She knew when her classes started she wouldn't have the time to get the fabrics she needed for her last commissions that she agreed to before going on hiatus. She knew juggling her business and school would be hard so told her clients she'd be on break for the unforeseeable future. She was so focused on her phone trying to make sure her list was complete, that she didn't notice the man right in front of her.

"Oh!" She fell back with a little yelp and when she saw what, or who, she ran into she hurried to help them up as well. "I'm so sorry monsieur. Are you okay?"

The man yanked his hand away from her and growled, "You wouldn't be having to ask if you weren't caught up in whatever idiotic nonsense is on your phone."

Marinette fumed silently. "Well excuse me sir, I don't know who you think you are, but that is uncalled for. I apologized and helped you up. All you had to do was walk away. No need to be so rude."

Damian raised an eyebrow at her curiously. "You don't know who I am?"

Marinette crossed her arms still annoyed. "Am I supposed to? You could be the president for all I cared and I still would say you were being rude and disrespectful."

Damian's expression changed slightly to a bit of amused intrigue. "I apologize. I thought you were another fangirl with some kind of ruse to get my attention. If you don't mind me asking, what is a girl like you doing in a city like Gotham? I can tell from your accent you are not from here."

Marinette relaxed a little bit. "I'm here going to college when the semester starts, but right now I was out doing some shopping."

"Perhaps I could join you as a way to apologize for my rude behavior. I could give you a mini tour along the way." Damian smiled softly at her.

"I don't know," apprehension was clear on Marinette's face. "I don't even know you let alone your name."

Damian chuckled lightly. "I assure you, even if you don't know me, the rest of the city does. I won't be able to get away with doing anything to you without being plastered across every newspaper and magazine in town, Angel. But my name is Damian by the way. Damian Wayne." He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly after his introduction.

"A-angel?" Marinette stuttered as she blushed.

"Well, I still don't know your name."

Marinette smiled before introducing herself. "My name is Marinette. Your company would be much appreciated, Damian"

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm going to reap what I sow

I'm left seeing red on my own

Sometimes on nights like these Marinette wondered what she did wrong. Because it had to be her of course. Why else would Damian go from her caring, charming, wonderful, Dove to Gotham's very own cold, unfeeling, ruthless, Ice Prince.

"Hi, Damian. You're home early." Marinette tried not to let the hope seep into her voice. She had a feeling she wasn't successful.

Damian barely grunted at her as he continued to their room. "My idiots brothers dragged me into spending some time with them so I'm forced to change into something less formal."

"Oh okay." She knew she did an even worse job of hiding her disappointment. "You know I finished Uncle Jagged's outfit the other day. He loved it."

Damian hummed noncommittally. She knew he wasn't paying attention, he never was but she kept trying.

"You know how he's doing that "World's Greatest" Tour. Celebrating the hero's of the world in their respective cities. Luka's been opening for him. His career has really taken off. Hell I'm sure half the tickets Uncle Jagged sells are people just trying to see Luka. He'll have to tour solo soon."

"I bet." Damian's voice was muffled from being the closet, but she could still hear the disinterest in his voice.

She sighed as she leaned against the doorframe of "their" room. It was only theirs in name the fact that his clothes were there. She spent almost every night there alone. She took a deep breath trying to gather her courage for what she was going to ask. "Well they wanted to thank me for the outfits. Claimed the tour would have been half as successful without them. They invited me to take me out to dinner tonight to catch up, then for me to hang out backstage during their show. They said they missed me." Marinette hoped he still wasn't paying attention, but as soon as he settled his famous glare on her, she knew she wasn't that lucky. She flinched into herself under his gaze.

"Marinette. You know what would happen if you left this apartment. The famous Wayne Heir's sweet vulnerable fiance. The one never seen in the media anymore. You would get off this block before your picture would be on every media outlet in the city. Then you would be the Rogues target for the night. They would go anywhere you would be. Including the concert. Would you really be so selfish to endanger hundreds, possibly thousands of innocent concert goers just to 'hang out' with people you can see any time you please?" The disappointment on his face and the coldness of his delivery had her feeling ashamed. She hung her head low trying to hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry." She knew her voice was barely above whisper, but if she tried to speak any louder she knew she'd open the flood gatesp.

Damian brushed past her. "You should be. I'll be heading to the concert with my brothers. I'll inform Jagged of your apologies for not coming."

"Just telling him I'm sick." She offered weakly still not looking up from the floor.

She could feel his judgeful look on her. "Of course not. He'll insist on coming to check on you then he'll see your lying. I'll tell him you're busy with commissions." He left her standing there as headed to leave again. She heard his phone ring and he answered it harshly. "I'm coming down, Todd!" "Of course not, you imbecile! She's a serious designer who can't be bothered out of her schedule to spend time with my idiotic brothers, especially when she's up to her nose in commissions!" She heard the door shut after that statement. I guess her soon to be brothers in law didn't know the real reason behind her lock down either. She stood there for a few more moments before she broke down into loud heavy sobs. She collapsed to her knees and just cried. Not for the first nor last time in that prison she called an apartment.

Got feeling that I'm going under

But I know I will make it out alive

If quit calling you my lover

And move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

Her hands were moving furiously as she was trying to rid her mind of her cruel ex.

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

She wanted to forget everything about him.

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

His smile, his laugh, the loving look in his eyes.

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

His kisses, his hugs, the way he held her like he was afraid of losing her

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

His scowl, his glare, his need to hide her from the world

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

His distance, his apathy, the way he was happy in any other girl's arms but her's

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out my head

Get you out of my head.

She wanted to forget loving him and hating him. She wanted her happiness back

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

And now that I'm without you kisses

I'll be needing stitches

I'll be needing stitches.

As she finished singing she awoke from her haze. She felt the tears on her face and wiped them away before looking to see what she had made. The simple heart from before now had a jagged line down the middle that stopped a quarter of the way to the bottom to represent a break. From the bottom it looked like the heart was dripping. The most noticeable change was the crude yet tasteful stitches that laid over the break in the heart. They weren't neat as if she were suggesting they were professionally done. The way she laid them subconsciously represented as if they were self done by someone trying their best.

While she was studying her impromptu embroidery a voice surprised her. "It looks nice."

She looked up in shock to see a brown haired boy around her age, 21 maybe 22, sitting at the table closest to the stage she was on. He looked as if he had been there for a while.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I heard you singing so I came to see who it was because you have a beautiful voice, but then I saw you crying and I wanted to make sure you were okay, but you seem really focused and I didn't want to interrupt, but I didn't want to just leave you either, but- I'm sorry I'm rambling. My name is Peter. Are you okay?" The boy, Peter, asked her softly, looking concerned. For Marinette it was enough.

She had sat in the chair next to him and finally let out everything she was holding in. The tears were flowing freely now "I don't know. I'm so mad, so hurt, so confused. Where did it go wrong? One minute I'm getting my business degree at Gotham University, the next I'm in a relationship with Damian Wayne. It was amazing he was so kind and sweet and loving and he made me so happy. Then next thing I know after dating for about a year and half he proposes. I'm on cloud 9 and I say yes and I'm so excited for what's to come, but suddenly everything changes. Next thing I know he's saying I can't leave the apartment because he wants me to be safe from the Rogues and I accepted it. Then he's yelling at me for trying to sneak out and I'm thinking I deserve it. I should have just stayed home and he's already apologizing for yelling. Then suddenly he's gone more and more. He's never home and I'm alone and it hurts. Then suddenly I'm selfish for asking to go out to see my friends because how can I put everyone at risk just to go see some friends who I can see anytime I want. Yet nobody is ever allowed over. But I still believe he's right. How can I be So now I'm alone and miserable and it hurts because he keeps getting further and further from me and I'm starting to suspect what's going on but I'm too scared to ask him because if he confirms it, then everything I believed in is a lie and I couldn't live with that. But I didn't even have to ask because soon someone is sending me a picture and it's the girl who made my school life hell by taking everyone I thought was my friend away from me with a few far fetched lies, and here she is laying naked on my fiance's naked chest as he sleeps. And I know he knows who she is and what she did to me because I told him. Yet he doesn't care because here he is fucking her while I'm at home all the time because he told me to be. So I grabbed my stuff and left everything he ever got me and just left. So here I am miserable staying with my Uncle Tony trying not to think about the asshole while my friends try to help me feel better yet I feel terrible because I loved the jerk and I still kinda do and I still have the engagement ring which I should pawn, but it was Bruce's mom's ring and that would be wrong and Bruce would be devastated. Why do I care so much about him and his family when he couldn't be bothered with me?" She felt better after finally letting it all out. She hadn't cried since she came to Uncle Tony. Not when Adrien arrived with Kagami, Marc, and Nathaniel, not when Luka arrived with Uncle Jagged and not even when Chole and Alix arrived. All her friends and pseudo family were there yet she hadn't cried once, nor had she actually told them the full story. But here this stranger asked if she was okay and she let it flow like Niagara Falls.

If Peter was shocked by her rant he didn't let it show. Instead he placed a hand on her before speaking softly "Because you are an amazing person who is a million times better than him. He is insane to choose anyone over you especially someone so foul as a desperate liar. I just met you, but I can already tell that you are a kind hearted, talented girl and anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives and I can tell by the crowd over there by the door that you have many people standing with you who already figured that out." Marinette looked up at his words to see her friends and pseudo uncles and their respective wives standing in the door.

"Hi guys." As soon as Marinette finished speaking they all rushed towards her. Adrien reached her first pulling her into a tight hug.

"Oh bugaboo, I'm so sorry you had to go through this. Are you okay? Why didn't you tell us, princess?" He buried his face in her neck purring slightly in a way that calmed her.

"I guess I was still processing everything kitty. He really had me thinking he loved me and to find out he didn't was a hard blow." She confessed quietly.

"He'll meet my blade for hurting you, Mari," Kagami seemed to have Chole, Alix and surprisingly, Marc ready to back her.

"No, Gami, I just want to get over him. He's not worth it." Mari remarked sadly before smiling at her friends. "But thank you, all of you, for having my back."

There were various "Of course" and "Always" that were heard among the group before Tony Stark cleared his throat. "Marinette let me properly introduce Peter Parker, my intern. Peter, this is my niece Marinette Dupain-Cheng also known as MDC owner and head designer of Miracle Designs."

Peter looked star struck. "I love your work. You make the coolest clothes on the planet."

Marinette blushed lightly. "Thank you, Peter. Uncle Tony told me much about you and I was always impressed. You're nothing short of a genius." Marinette missed Peter's blush as she started introducing her friends to him, but Tony didn't.

"This is Adrien Agreste, former model and Physics major. This is Kagami Tsurugi, world champion fencer. This is Luka Couffanie, singer songwriter signed under Jagged Stone. They're dating. This is Nathaniel Kurtzberg and Marc Anciel creators of Miraculous Tales comic. They're engaged. This is Chole Bourgeois, the best lawyer in all of France and probably Europe. And this is Alix Kubdel, X Games Winner, and famous archeologists. These two are also engaged. I'm sure you know Jagged Stone and his manager and also his wife, Penny."

"You guys are amazing! None of you look much older than me yet you're already so successful! What is in the water in Paris? Some kind of talent steroids?" Peter was amazed.

"Speaking of talent," Luka turned towards Marinette. "Melody why didn't you tell me you could sing like that?" Soon everyone was agreeing that she was an excellent singer.

Marinette was bright red. "It's no big deal guys. I was just singing to myself, I wasn't expecting an audience."

Jagged took his chance to pull his pseudo niece into a hug. "Nettie, my girl you have got to let me sign you. It would be so rocking to have talent like yours produced under my label!"

"No way Uncle Jagged! I'm not even that good!" Marinette began protesting before Luka put a hand on her shoulder.

"How about this? I need some vocals for a song I wrote and no matter how much I love them, my dear boyfriend and girlfriend can not sing." Adrien and Kagami looked at each other before shrugging. No point denying it. "How about you feature in my new single under an alias and if it's hit you'll give an album a try?"

Marinette looked around at some of the most important people in the world to her before sighing and agreeing.

"Alright. But no promises that this will be hit. I'm really not that good. You guys are just biased."

Alix ruffled Marinette's hair. "Whatever you say, DC. Now let's go play some UMS3!"

As everyone was heading out to find a room large enough for all of them Peter prepared to go back to work on a project until Marinette turned back to him with a huge smile and bright eyes. "Come on Peter! Come play with us."

How could he say no to that? So he came along.

A couple weeks later Luka's single "Partners in Crime" featuring Neon Titanium hit number one on the charts. And the most searched inquiry on Google for 3 days following was "who is Neon Titanium?" Needless to say Marinette was busy for the next couple months. Especially after Luka dropped a music video which she starred in as well wear a full face mask to stay hidden.

#maribat salt #maribat #spideybug #felinette #past Mari x Dami #marivenger #ex daminette #neon titanium #moving on

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starker-fluff · 4 years

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Redeemed steve rogers finds out about being Tony happily married to 19 years old peter parker and he doesn't approve of this. other redeemed avengers and bucky are fined with it

(you don’t understand how much I love this request. I hope I did ok)

Bitch Ass Boomer

Warnings: Homophobia, light swearing, mentions of honeymoon fend frolicking to be had

Not everything can be forgiven, but at least this was a set in the right direction. The so called “rogues” are moving back into compound officially. Bucky, Natasha and a few others had came and milled around for a few days already. During those day, those few found out about Peter and Tony’s marriage and threw a makeshift party as a late celebration to make up for them not attending the wedding.

“Bucky!!” Came Peter’s excited screech as the boy came barreling down the expansive hall to bear hug the man to had basically become his brother over the short weeks they had spent together. Bucky had been away for a few days to go meet up with Steve and convince the man to come move into the compound. Bucky smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair as the previously mentioned blonde walked into the room, the mood of the room changed. It was an odd feeling and had the boy shuffling on his feet.

“Parker right? You’re the spider kid, Peter Parker right?” Steve finally broke the silence. Peter nodded, glancing up to Bucky who padded the boy’s head before walking outside to grab some boxes.

“Yeah. Um.. It’s actually Peter Stark now.. Tony m-“ Peter tried to explain about Mr Stark and his marriage but Steve interjected.

“Tony finally adopt you did he? Oh that’s great. I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna do it.” Steve had chuckled but stopped when he saw the discomfort of the boy’s face. “What kid?”

“He.. He didn’t adopt me. He married me.” Peter spoke shyly, eyes dropping to the ground as Steve started... started laughing at him.

“Aww kid. That’s funny. You marrying Tony. Tony being in a relationship with a kid, let alone a boy. That’s funny kid.” Steve ruffled the kids head, stopping when he head the boy whimper under his hand.

“Wait? You seriously believe that? God, does Stark know about this delusion? I’m sure we can get you some kind of help and get you a nice girl your age to marry.” Steve’s words cut deep, the boy had tears rolling down his cheeks when Bucky came back in. Seeing Steve’s hand on the boy and said boy sobbing.

“STEVE!! What the fuck did you do?!” He dropped the box and pushed the super solider away from his little brother.

“Bucky, he thinks he’s married to Tony? We have to fix him, like we fixed you.” Bucky’s concerned expression turned to one of down right anger.

“YOU DID NOT FIX ME!! Being bisexual is nothing bad!! Nor is being gay bad! Peter is married to Tony, no one in this world gives to shit apart from people like you. So Steve, Shut the fuck up.” Bucky hugged the sobbing boy close and guided him into the safety of the compound. Peter was hurt and confused as Steve was meant to be Captain America, he’s suppose to be kind and just... Not.. Not like this.

“Get your own fucking shit.” Bucky snapped back to the stunned and frustrated Steve.

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Later That Night

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The main gang, minus Thor, sat around in the living room enjoying a round of drinks after a stuffing dinner. Chatting and laughing, ignoring the awful tension hangin in the air. Tony was trying his best to get closer to Peter but every time he went to hold his husband’s hand the boy would move his hand away. After a long hour of Peter’s odd behaviour Steve decided to bring up the little conversation he and the boy had had earlier in the hall, thinking that everyone would back him up now.

“Hey, Tony. You know you’re kid there thinks you and he are married. He’s got Bucky convinced. You wouldn’t marry a nineteen year old, let alone a boy. I think you gotta send the boy to a camp or something. I’m sure they got those around still.” Everyone went dead silent at Steve’s words, watching Tony’s cigs slowly turn and figure out what had been going on all day.

“Excuse m-“ Tony went to question when Peter jumped to his feet and quickly rushed out of the room. Tony went to run after him but Bucky put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Nat and I have Peter.” Bucky said as the two Russians quickly made their way after the boy whilst Tony’s attentioned turned to Steve. The man was seeing red. Walking over to the super solider he landed a right hook straight into his jaw.

“Don’t ever talk to my husband like that ever again. There is nothing wrong with him! Sure he is young but he’s old enough. We didn’t want to wait and as for him being a boy! So what if he has a penis! If Peter was a girl I would still marry them. I love him so if you ever hurt him again... I’ll do more then hurt you.” Tony was seething, fire in his eyes and his fingers clenched in anger. Turning on his heel he marched out of the room, all the other tailing sending Steve looks of disappointment and disgust.

“Tony.” Peter’s soft voice squeaked from the arms of Natasha who was doing her best to calm the crying boy. Tony made quick work of bundling the boy up in his arms.

“I got you, Bambi. Don’t listen to anything that man says. He’s stuck in the past. You are perfect and I love you.” Tony continued to whisper sweet nothings to his distraught husband. Picking the boy up in his arm the older man smiled thankfully to those around him before taking his sweet doe eyed boy up to their bedroom.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to cause all that.” Peter’s voice cracked, trilling with emotion as he was placed down on the bed. Tonight was suppose to be a fun night before the two would go off on their honeymoon, which they had put off for months now in order to try and get everyone back.

“Hey now, now of that was your fault. I didn’t know Steve was that kind of guy. I just assumed he was going to be like Bucky not... not like he was.” Tony slowly undressed, chucking his T-shirt beside the boy before pulling on some fresh underwear. Peter followed suit and changed out of his clothes, putting on fresh underwear as well as Tony’s discarded tshirt. It was a routine by now. If the shirt was dirty or sweaty it went in the hamper and Peter slept in his own shirt but if Tony’s shirt was clean and decent then it’s Peter’s. It started as a cute comfort thing and now it was just one of those things they did. The couple climbed into bed, Tony pulling his emotionally exhausted spider tight to his chest. Peter finally melted into his husband and let himself relax, the whole day had been full of Peter jumping away and turning away Stark’s affectionate advances which cut deeper then anything Steve could say but as the two listened to eat other’s heart beats every was fine and the cuts slowly healed. Well until Peter rolled over and sat in “Mr Stark’s” lap and started moving in a way that should be illegal. Guess the boy felt like he had to stake his claim, not that Tony was complaining.

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The Next Day

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The loved up couple woke the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping, a lovely alarm clock that Tony made for them because it was Christmas and even the evil guys don’t fuck with Christmas. Peter woke up with a giddy smile and wiggle of his sore bum and Tony woke up with a groan as he bitch slapped he alarm clock.

“Few more minutes..” Tony mumbled as Peter nudged at him. Ever since the two began to sleep in the same bed Tony’s been sleeping like the sleeping beauty, something about have his world in his arms just calmed him and out his anxieties to rest enough for the poor man to sleep. Now Tony was just like every other human once they discover the true power of sleep.

“No come on. It’s our honeymoon! Come one we gotta get going.” Tony show up and scooped Peter up in his arms.

“I was promised kinky sex and kinky sex I shall get.” Tony proclaimed as he marched the two of them to the bathroom to shower and get ready for their journey.

When Peter and Tony finally came out into the compound kitchen they were met by a lovely stack of waffles and assorted condiments as well as a large banner that hung across the roof saying “HAPPY HONEYMOON!” Peter beamed at those around him; Bruce, Nat, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey and even T’Challa and Everett were waving from a little hologram on the table but best for last.. Tony was there with him. Everyone sat down and had a nice breakfast. Tony gloated about having such a flexible young husband that could “do the rounds” which lead to Nat covering her ears and telling Tony to never speak like that about her child again. This was family, this was all Peter ever wanted. During the whole chaos of screaming Vision handed Peter a little gift that was a necklace that was a small avengers logo made out of vibranium. There was a small little icon for each member of the team, Tony and Peter being in the centre. It was a gift to bridge the gap, from one side to the other.

“Come one guys. This is ridiculous. Has he got you all drugged or something? There is no way that Tony married this kid! It del-“ Peter shot up and with a flick of his wrist Steve’s mouth was webbed shit. The tiny boy marched his way over to Steve, looking him square in the eye as he kicked the solider full force in the nuts. Sure that stuff wouldn’t usually hurt but Peter was one of the strongest on the team so.. Steve was doubles over clutching his parts for dear life.

“I have a honeymoon to get to.” Peter huffed as he turned around, waltzing back to Tony where he grabbed hold of his husband’s tie and tugged him towards the exit. The cheering avengers wolf whistled and hollered as the followed the couple to the door, waving them a goodbye before everyone went about their day. Bucky returned to where Steve was now sitting on the ground but the freezor with a pack of peas over his nuts.

“I told you Steve, shut the fuck up.” Bucky smirked as he left with a plate full of waffles.

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#starker moodboard #tony stark x peter parker #steve is a douche #bucky is ulitmate big bro #nat is momma spider #tony wants the kinky sex #starker #starker fluff #I wrote this at 12am at night #no one can stop the gay #also spidey kicks people in the dicks again #tony bitch slaps his clock

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what-if-i-imagine · 5 years

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Chapter 3

“As others saw--I could not bring,”

-Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe

“Hey Happy,” I said, tosing my backpack into the backseat as I sat in the front.

“Hey Harley,” Happy said, pulling the car out of the school parking lot. “How was your first day at school?”

I thought back on the day and had no hesitation to proclaim it as good. I told Happy about how I already made a good friend who cared about me before he found out who my guardians were, and I already had a project to complete in my science class.

“That’s great Har,” Happy smiled, not looking away from the road as he drove us out of the city.

“Are we going to the compound?” I asked, after taking note of the road we were on.

“We are, and everyone owes me ten bucks.”

“Why?”

“We had a little bet going on about how your first day at school will be. Pepper, Stephen and I bet it would be good, but Tony and Rhodey were convinced something was going to go wrong and you were going to call us at any minute in tears.”

“So why would Pep and the Doc owe you money too?” I pried more into the fact that he said everyone.

“They bet it was going to be so good that you joined a club. I thought that was moving too fast, especially for you.”

I nodded, wondering to myself if Flash was in any clubs. If he wasn't, I would probably end up not joining anything either, since I didn't want to be alone.

Happy and I sat in a comfortable silence for a few minute after that, then I turned to him and said, “I met Peter Parker. That one intern that you and Tony talk about so much.”

“Did you now?” Happy’s face both seemed excited and filled with dread. “Are you two friends now?”

“Not really,” I shrugged. “We only said a few sentences to each other, and it was super awkward.”

We returned to silence. I listed to the sound of the wheels on the road to keep myself occupied as Happy combed through my words in his mind. He told me once that sometimes when I’m speaking, I go too fast and he has to mentally slow time down to process whatever I’ve said. I guess I had been going way too fast, because he didn't end up saying anything at all.

“What’s his job at Stark Industries again?” I broke the silence.

“He’s an intern that does a little bit of everything. Like a temp, if you would. He works a lot of special security though. The day Tony proposed, Peter was there because he was being offered a promotion.”

“Security?” I asked The boy was taller than me, and he looked like he could hold his own in a fight,but at the same time, he didn't look strong enough to stop a bad guy or have the stomach to pull the trigger on a gun.

“A special security unit, yes,” he clarified. “I’m actually Peter’s supervisor. The boy knows how to take and give a solid punch. Do you remember that fiasco last year with the guy who called himself the Vulture? It’s okay if you don't, you weren't really all there during that time.”

“I kinda remember it,” I nibbled on my lip. “Spider-Man, that guy Tony got help from during the accords, he was the one that took him down, right?”

“Right. But he never would have been able to do that if we didn't have Peter Parker on the special security. He figured most of it out a month before we even knew we were in any trouble.”

I looked straight ahead at the road again. Peter being involved with the Vulture incident explains why he had gotten in the car and heard Tony talking on the phone with my doctor. A lot had happened in those few month after the acords. Everyone was regretting signing them, they felt betrayed the the rogues who called themselves heros, so what happened to me was like a cherry on top of a burnt pie.

Tony was extremely temperamental after I was hospitalized, very easy to anger. Spider-Man had gotten in some deep trouble because he did something stupid that Tony told him not to do, and it struck his last nerve.

Happy pulled into the Avengers Compound, stopping up in front so I could get out and he could go park the car. I grabbed my backpack from the back seat and began my climb up the steps to the front doors. No one was waiting outside, so I just let myself in with the help of my Stark Watch, which had Friday programed into it.

“Honey, I’m home,” I shouted into the empty space, looking around for my guardians.The halls were so empty my voice seemed to echo back at me for an eternity. I never really liked being in the compound. It was too monitored, I felt like I had to apologize to security cameras just for breathing a little too loud.

“They're not back yet Mr. Harley,” Vision’s voice didn't startle me. I had been moved to New York before Jarvis had become Vision, so I was used to that particular voice speaking out of nowhere.

“Hey Vis,” I turned to him with a fond tone. Before Jarvis became Vision, my nickname for the AI had still been Vis. I think something held over from the AI’s memories, because the nickname always made Vision smile so wide I was fooled for a second into believing that he wasn't a maroon colored Synthezoid, but a human man who was speaking to an old friend he hadn't seen in a longtime.

“I heard from Friday that you are going to a public school in the city, how was your first day?”

“Can we talk in the kitchen?” I asked. “I’m starving.”

Vis made me a sandwich and some tea, practically hanging off my every word. He told me that one of these days after school I should invite Flash to the compound so that everyone could meet my new friend.

“You seem really happy about me getting a friend,” I noted with a laugh, sipping my earl grey.

“I am,” he said. “It is nice that you finally have a friend. You always seem so lonely.”

I looked down at my cup and realized something. I had been lonely.

I always knew that I didn't like being alone, and I acknowledged the fact that I always was, but I had never actually thought of myself as lonely. Rhodey always told me that I needed to try to account my emotions and thoughts more instead of compartmentalizing them, I guess this was a perfect example.

“Hey Vis, can you explain being lonely for me?” I asked, not looking up.

“It’s a sort of subcategory of sadness. You don't feel right, like you could fade away because you have no one around you. Some people feel lonely even when they are in a room filled with people they love, because it’s not who they want to be with at that moment,” Vis gently took my hand. “But Harley, you don't need me to explain it, do you?”

I shook my head and bit my lip. I knew exactly what lonely was, I just didn't want it to be quiet. When it’s quiet, I think, and when I think, I get paranoid. In the few second of silence, I remembered how Flash joked that he was always late to class, but I was like an alarm clock. I remembered how he punched my arm jokingly, but immediately started to apologize and make sure I was okay. I thought of how when he walked off to the bus, there was something in his eyes that worried me. He looked lonely the second he started to walk away.

I knew what lonely was, and Flash did too.

Something odd though, was when I remembered P.E. and the way those three people looked. They were best friends,that was clear to a blind man, but it was just like Vis had said, you could be with the people you love and still be lonely,because you weren't with the person you want to be with at that moment.

“Vis, what do you know about the Stark Intern Peter Parker?” I asked.

Vis thought for a moment with an expression that told me he knew more than he was allowed to say. Gosh, this was as bad as googling him, but also somehow worse.

“He started working for Tony and Pepper a little after the accords incident,” Vis started. “A few months ago he denied a promotion because it would mean less time with his friends and at after school activities. He lives with his Aunt, May Parker, in Queens and has foremost of his life. Why do you ask?”

“He goes to my school,” I shrugged. “Him and Flash… they kinda knew each other I guess? I didn't really ask too much about it, but he and his friends seemed odd.”

“Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones,” Vis said, making me look up in shock. He laughed at my expression, “They’re all on a decathlon team together that made the news a few months ago. Michelle became the head of it a little after the Vulture incident.”

“Wait, that's the decathlon team that almost died in DC? When the elevator broke? That was the team from my school?” I asked.

“It is,” Vis nodded. “If my search is correct, your new friend was also on the elevator. On his social media accounts he was raving for over a month after the incident about how amazing Spider-Man was. He still posts Spider-Man appreciation posts, and gets into regular online debates about the accords.”

I had to let all of that sink in. My new best friend turned out to be obsessed with the same superhero I was. And for a very similar reason.

#harley keener #vision #happy hogan #peter parker #ned leeds #michelle jones #spiderman #flash thompson #harley x peter #peter x harley #harley keener x peter parker #parkner #parley #flowers for his heart

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infinity war

read part one : civil war here.

word count : 2.9k (she’s a beefy sister)

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“Y/L/N?”

“Rhodey, this better be important. I’m working right now.” You popped another donut hole in your mouth, pulling your glasses down to get a better view of the Midtown High bus. “Peter had a field trip today and I’m supposed to make sure he makes it back to the school.”

“There’s been a string of vigilante attacks in the United Kingdom. Specifically, near Glasgow.”

“What exactly do you want me to do about that?” You started your bike and pulled out into traffic, quickly weaving your way through cars until you were behind the bus.

“Tony’s got a plane waiting for you upstate, wants you to go check it out.”

“And Tony couldn’t tell me this himself?”

“He’s got a cake tasting with Pepper this morning. Also, thinks you’ll have better luck if you get up there and it’s them.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “He’s been looking for them for two years. Every lead we’ve had has led to a dead end. There’s really no point in wasting resources on this anymore.”

“If you want to try to explain that to him, please be my guest.”

“I’ll be on the plane, Rhodey.” You hung up, pulling the communicator out of your ear and speeding up until you were right next to the bus. Peter spotted you out of the corner of his eye and gave you a small wave before you sped past with a smile.

“Can I get you anything to drink Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Oh no thank you, Marissa.” You smiled up at the flight attendant. “Do you know when we’ll be landing?”

“Our flight is just a touch under seven hours ma’am.”

You waited until she disappeared behind the curtain to stand and open the suitcase you’d been given at the helipad.

Hope you like the new design. -TS

“What is this obsession you have with putting everyone in gold, Stark?” You smirked as the suit sprang up out of the case. It was sleek and soft, despite the design notes stating it was made entirely of nanotechnology. The dark blue material was absolutely gorgeous, with its red and gold accents and the bracelet it all fit into was a perfectly covert piece of jewelry.

You had just finished changing when the news on the plane’s television caught your eye.

ATTACK IN NEW YORK CITY: IRON MAN AND SPIDERMAN SPOTTED DEFENDING CITY AGAINST UNKNOWN ALIENS.

You were on the phone immediately. “Rhodey, what the hell is going on?”

“No clue.” You could hear the panic in his voice. “That huge donut looking thing just dropped out of the sky and the Iron Spider suit just flew out of the compound. Turn the plane around, I’m sending a car for you.”

“No need.” Your mask materialized over your face with just a thought. “I can get there faster on foot.”

You opened the loading dock and sent up a silent prayer before jumping out.

“What do you mean they’re in space!”

Rhodey kept his eyes on you as you paced the conference room. “One job! I had one job and that was to make sure that the kid got back to Midtown safely and now you’re telling me that he’s in space? How am I supposed to explain this to his aunt? ‘Sorry May, Peter’s in space because I was on my way to chase down my ex and his band of rogue superheroes in Europe.’”

Your hand slammed down on the table, glass shattering under you.

“You done?”

You nodded, picking shards out of your skin. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He unmuted his phone, the hologram of Secretary Ross popping back up. “Secretary, Agent Y/L/N has expressed some concern with how to explain the disappearance of both Mr. Stark and Mr. Parker.”

“That’s nowhere near our main concern right now. Still no word from Vision?”

“Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh.”

“On a stolen quinjet with four of the world’s most wanted criminals.”

“You know they’re only criminals because you’ve chosen to call them that right?” Rhodey sounded exhausted.

You tuned out their conversation, instead focusing on getting the rest of the glass out of your hand. It’s never ceased to amaze you, what your body could do now as opposed to before you’d taken Tony’s version of the super soldier serum. The enhanced ability to heal yourself was a step up from the original, and oh boy were you grateful it was. Watching your hand practically stitch itself back up was calming, to say the least, borderlining on cathartic

“Mr. Secretary.”

You looked up at the sound of his voice. There, with a full beard, a filthy suit and the same righteous tick in his stance that he always had, was Steve Rogers. His eyes met yours and you saw something, confusion maybe, flash in them.

Ross walked toward the groups of rogues. “You got some nerve. I’ll give you that.”

“You could use some of that right now.” The sound of Natasha’s voice made your lips twitch into a small smile. The pain of losing her was the only thing that rivaled that of losing Steve.

“The world’s on fire. And you think all is forgiven?”

Steve’s eyes finally tore from yours. “I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we’re here to fight. And if you want to stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.”

“Arrest them.”

“All over it.” Rhodey hung up and as Bruce stepped into the room, you took that as your cue to quietly slip out. You didn’t make it too far before Steve caught up with you.

“What happened to you?”

“What does it matter to you, Rogers? You left, remember?”

“I left to protect you, Y/N. You didn’t deserve to be dragged down the path that I was going.” His voice was rougher than you remembered as he took in your harder appearance and suit. “I wanted you to move on with your life. Hopefully, return to something even close to normal.”

“You made your choices. I made mine.”

“What did you do to yourself?” He reached for you, but you stepped out of his reach.

“My life is none of your business anymore Steve. You decided that when you left without so much as a goodbye. So, whatever I do, whatever decisions made, are none of your concern.”

You stepped past him, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“Hey, beautiful.” Natasha wrapped her around you, and you let out a shaky breath as you returned her embrace. “These last few years haven’t been the nicest to you, I see.”

“Love the haircut.” You redirected the conversation. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Bruce called. Said some guy named Thanos was coming, then Vision was attacked by this creepy looking thing and we knew we couldn’t fight this one alone.”

“So, what exactly do we do?” Everyone turned to Bruce as he began to explain everything he knew.

You tried to focus on what Bruce was saying, tried not to notice Steve staring at you from across the table. But you couldn’t deny the slight increase in your heart rate every time your eyes met his or the noticeable change in his expression when Vision suggested that Wanda destroy the Mind Stone.

“I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there's still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts.”

Steve’s eyes met yours once more and for the first time since you’d known him, you saw something other than just fight in them. You saw fear.

“So, can we take out the stone?”

“Not me,” Bruce’s voice was unsure, confidence gone. “Not here.”

Rhodey cocked an eyebrow. “Well, you better find someone and somewhere. Fast. Ross isn’t exactly just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back.”

“I know a place.”

You hung to the back as everyone piled off the quinjet. Despite meeting the King years ago, you were still incredibly shy. It didn’t help that his guards intimidated you to no end.

“You must be Y/N.” James Barnes stood in front of you with a soft smile. “Steve’s told me a lot about you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Steve’s cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You shook Bucky’s hand. “Likewise. Some days, it almost felt like he was more in love with you than me.”

His laugh was warm. “No way. The way Steve talks about you is unparalleled. I’ve never heard anyone more in love than his. Except maybe me when I’m talking about New York pizza.”

You laughed to try and ignore the ache that had settled in your heart. If only…

“We should get inside.” You swallowed thickly, nodding at Natasha’s words. “Vision’s not going to save himself. Sam, Buck, Rhodey. Stay out here and keep watch.”

She kept a comforting hand on your back as you made your way into the palace where Shuri was waiting. You tried your hardest to keep up with all the scientific mumbo jumbo, but not even your prolonged exposure to Tony Stark could have helped you. You did understand when the ground started shaking and there was an explosion outside.

“Something’s just entered the atmosphere.”

A quick look out the window confirmed that Wakanda had come under attack. There was a series of glances among everyone.

“Wanda. As soon as that stone’s out of Vision’s head, you blow it to hell.”

You smirked, Steve’s voice taking on that authoritative tone you’d fallen in love with. There was a commotion, everyone moving into position, with most heading out to the battlefield. Your masked quickly materialized over your face as you moved to join them.

Steve grabbed your arm. “Y/N, stay up here.”

“Absolutely not!” You yanked away from him.

“I can’t protect you down there!”

“I’ve never asked you to protect me, Steve!” You made sure you could see all of your face as the emotions of the past couple of years came tumbling out of you. “I didn’t ask for you to let me go, you chose that on your own! Now, I’m just as strong as you and I sure as hell don’t need your protection! Let me go!”

You stared at each other, chests heaving. “If you die down there, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

“Then let’s hope I don’t die.”

He nodded and followed as you ran down to the battlefield. He helped you up onto the vehicle that held the rest of the soldiers and you rode to the edge of the country, comforted that he was close behind you.

“Just keep an eye on your six, okay?” He whispered in your ear when you’d climbed out.

“Yes, Captain.”

You watched as Nat, Steve and T’Challa walked to the edge of the barrier, where a couple of evil looking aliens stood. The shorter of the two, a woman, tests it by drawing her sword across it.

“What the hell is going on?” The three ran back as giant pillars rose from the ground and feral mutants poured out.

“Yibambe! Yibambe! Yibambe! Yibambe! Yibambe!”

“This way above my pay grade.” You muttered to yourself as the mutants charged the barrier, most killing themselves in the process. You didn’t have a gun, so you there wasn’t really much you could do to those that managed to breach.

Bruce was the first to voice what you were sure everyone was thinking. “Cap, if those things circle the perimeter and get in behind us, there’s nothing between them and Vision.”

Steve took a deep breath. “Then we better keep them in front of us.”

The next thing you knew, the shimmering blue of the barrier was separating and you were charging along next to Steve and T’Challa, slicing through every demon you came in contact with. Thank the heavens for super speed.

There was no strategy to the way you fought, no reason to how you killed. You quickly learned that the mutants had a heart near the same place yours was and that was the quickest way to kill them. Your nanotech knife expanded, making it quicker and easier for you to take the things down.

There was a sharp bite in the side of your stomach and you screamed. Steve was quick to shove a vibranium arm guard into your attacker and pull it off of you.

“Thought I told you not to die.” He helped you off the ground, quickly returning to the fight. You rolled your eyes with a smirk, returning to your task. Leaping off the ground, a bunch of tiny nanotech knives flew off your suit and took out the mob of aliens that would have otherwise overpowered you. Steve saw from the corner of his eye and smirked. “Show off.”

“I’ve got a lot of tricks that you don’t know about, Captain.”

“There’s too many of them!” You turned to where the aliens were piling on top of the Hulkbuster, but before you could help, a rain of light came down in the middle of the battlefield, briefly blinding you. Something came flying out of the light, killing a mass of aliens. When the light disappeared, there stood Thor with a gun-wielding raccoon on his shoulder and tree with arms.

“BRING ME THANOS!” He screamed, leaping and crashing his giant axe into the monsters.

“Is it just me or does he look really good?” You teased.

“Eyes on the mission, Y/N!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the obvious jealousy in Steve’s tone.

You chuckled and returned to fighting. It was almost too easy. You were in nirvana, almost mindlessly killing every single alien that got close to you. Of course, you acquired a few bites and bruises along the way, but they healed almost as soon as they’d appeared.

You didn’t see when the giant wheels came up out of the ground, but you saw when Wanda descended and stepped them.

“Why was she up there all that time?” You chuckled at Okoye.

“Guy’s, we’ve got a Vision situation.”

“I’m on it!” You and Bruce yelled at the same time.

You ran as fast as you could, knife hooking onto the alien that had Vision and dragging you along. It shook you off and you hit the ground, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“Now, I’m pissed.” You growled, slowly picking yourself up.

Getting to Vision was no easy task, and when you got there, the alien was waiting for you.

“You’re a formidable opponent,” he growled, shoving his spear into your stomach. You gasped for breath.

He dropped you when Vision appeared behind him. You laid there as they fought, desperately willing your body to heal itself.

“Steve,” you called. “I’m down.”

“Then get up!”

“Vision needs help.” There were holes in your line of sight. You could barely breathe, barely stay conscious as all of your energy was focused into repairing your wound. You didn’t see when Steve ran over to you.

“Get up.” He was quick to pull you to your feet, gentle arm wrapped around your waist. “I told you, you can’t die out here.”

Suddenly, the entire mood changed. The wind was different. You were still trying to repair the hole in your stomach, but your adrenaline spiked.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.” Steve made sure you were steady before letting go of you.

Turning, you watched as a cloud of blue and black opened up. Out stepped a giant purple thing that you immediately recognized, courtesy of Bruce’s description.

“I’m guessing that’s Thanos?” You grumbled.

“Cap. That’s him.”

“Eye’s up.” Steve cocked his arm guards. “Stay sharp.”

Everything happened as though it were slow motion. One by one, you charged at Thanos and one by one, he flung you away like an annoying bug. You didn’t even have time to register it as he trapped you beneath a pile of rocks.

You watched as Wanda used her powers to try to destroy the Mind Stone while Steve grabbed onto Thanos. The purple giant didn’t hesitate to slam a fist into his head, knocking him unconscious.

“Steve!”

You cried, struggling under your restraints. You couldn’t do anything but watch as Thanos used the time stone to revive Vision, then just rip it out of his head. Before he could snap though, Thor’s axe flew straight into his chest.

“I told you. You die for that.”

Thanos just smirked. “You… should have gone for the head.”

His fingers snapped, a wave of energy washing over everything before he just sunk back into a blue cloud. The rocks on top of you melted away.

“Steve, what’s happening?” There was a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach. It felt like you were being both torn apart and stitched together at the same time.

“Y/N?” Steve started walking towards you, but you were gone before he got there.

To Be Concluded…

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Anne watches MCU: Civil War

Civil War is the logical culmination of the Avengers series thus far and effectively presents the Avengers Initiative as a catastrophic failure.

I like this movie. I like it a lot. I think it does a surprisingly good job with continuity, both logistical and emotional.

I also think that what I took from it is perhaps not what the filmmakers intended, that in fact I probably like it for reasons that were accidental, and that were I deeply invested in these characters and their relationships, I would probably hate it.

I think at this point it works best to look at the Captain America series as a subseries of the Avengers. Both Winter Soldier and Civil War are unavoidably Avengers films as well as Captain America films; they balance an ensemble cast with Steve as the emotional core of the story.

I can see why Thor and Hulk were written out for this film, because the cast is already bursting at the seams and the movie is really long. I do miss Bruce getting to weigh in on the Accords, but Thor didn’t need to be here. Thor is not a citizen of Earth, and this really isn’t his story.

Finally, Bucky Barnes gets some character development. I have wanted to like Bucky up until now but there just hasn’t been much to hold onto; The Winter Soldier is Steve’s story, not Bucky’s, and we get precious little of Steve’s old friend coming through in the present day.

I still hate mind control plots, because you can make a character do absolutely anything and while the character might hold themselves responsible for it, the audience won’t, which makes it great woobie fuel: you get to have the character wrestling with all the guilt and horror of having technically committed terrible acts, but it’s not really their fault, so the audience can feel sorry for them and indulge in all the angst without any of the uncomfortable culpability. Nevertheless, I am happy that Civil War established some parameters around Bucky’s brainwashing and allowed his real self to come through. He’s certainly a more interesting character to me now than he was in Winter Soldier. Had I seen Bucky re-frozen at the end of Winter Soldier, I wouldn’t have felt much about it. Now, I actually kind of care.

But Wanda’s situation, by contrast, is much more grounded and compelling to me than Bucky’s: she actually did do something terrible while trying to do good. Wanda saves Steve, accidentally kills a bunch of civilians in the process… and reacts to that like a normal human being. There is a direct contrast to the way Tony Stark behaves in the first Iron Man movie, and the complete disregard for civilian casualties not just in the character but in the films themselves. This is Marvel’s meta-commentary on its own cinematic history as much as it is establishing continuity for the characters. Wanda reacts with immediate horror and regret, and she doesn’t have to say a word to convey that to us. That is good writing, good acting, and good direction. Now Wanda has to live with what she’s done, and decide who she’s going to be in the world after that, when she can’t change the past or the public’s opinion of her.

Tony and Pepper’s relationship is on the rocks, giving real consequences to the tension we’ve seen in their relationship in the Iron Man trilogy. Whether or not those consequences will stick beyond this movie remains to be seen (assuming I watch further), but it is nonetheless a breath of fresh air to me.

We already know from Iron Man 3 that Tony suffers from PTSD, and in this movie we see him confronted face to face with his responsibility for the events of Ultron. What makes Tony sympathetic in this movie is his very real remorse, and his desire to make amends, expressed in his supporting the Sokovia Accords.

And there are moments when I sympathize with Tony’s perspective, when I don’t find Steve to be in the right. When Steve says that Wanda is “just a kid”—yes, that may technically be true, but you can’t have her fighting in the streets, using her tremendous powers in real battle, and then turn around and say she’s just a kid. You can’t have it both ways. Of course Steve wants to defend Wanda; what happened in Nigeria was an accident. But calling her a kid doesn’t cut it.

Steve is still sympathetic, of course, even when I don’t fully agree with him. This is a Captain America movie and Steve is its emotional core. That he is preoccupied by even the mention of his old friend shows his humanity, as does Peggy Carter’s funeral, which gives an external voice to his convictions—even if it is a bit on the nose.

Who supports the Accords and who refuses makes sense for the most part, though I think this story would be better served by a clearer definition of what constitutes an “enhanced individual.” Steve, Wanda, Bruce, for sure, are enhanced individuals. There’s no question that they possess abilities impossible for most humans. But what about Tony? His powers come from the Iron Man suit—without it, he’s just a guy. Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist—but not superpowered. Then there’s someone like T’Challa, who can be enhanced when he has the powers of the Black Panther, but can also have those powers removed. Clint is just a guy who’s a really good shot—is he an “enhanced individual?” What about Natasha? She’s a highly skilled spy and assassin, sure, but she doesn’t have superpowers. Do the Accords include people with highly specialized training? Do they include anyone who might qualify as a vigilante, powers or no powers?

These questions are never clearly answered in the film. But if we read between the lines, it kind of makes sense that Tony and Rhodey and Natasha would feel less personally threatened by the Accords than Wanda or Steve.

Tony especially feels the least put upon by the Accords, for a few reasons. First, Tony is already a public figure by nature of being a billionaire. He is accustomed to living a very public life, and doesn’t view the Accords as a breach of his privacy. Most importantly, Tony’s wealth has always served as a kind of “do whatever the fuck I want and get away with it badge” (to borrow a line from Transformers). Even with the Accords in place, we still see Tony calling the shots, and when Cap goes rogue, Tony sees it as a “PR nightmare,” an inconvenience, but still a problem he can make go away.

A lot of character beats in this movie really work for me. I love Natasha’s assessment that “We played this wrong,” not necessarily changing her position but admitting to a tactical and interpersonal failure. I love her calling Tony out for putting his ego before everything—and the fact that it actually gets through to him for a bit is gratifying. I even enjoyed T’Challa trying to avenge his father, though I think I appreciated that a lot more for having seen Black Panther first.

There are a couple of character decisions that don’t track for me. I don’t think the film does a good enough job (or like… a job) of establishing why Clint would side against Natasha when she is his closest friend in the Avengers. I also think it’s strange that Natasha thinks Bruce would side against them if he were there. Bruce hates himself. He thinks of himself as a dangerous monster; that’s the whole reason he ran. He would absolutely be on the side of the Accords.

I have no opinions on the way Vision sides because Vision doesn’t feel like a character to me or like he really serves any purpose in these movies beyond being a walking plot device. I know he’s got an Infinity stone powering his brain and that’s going to matter in the next movie, but as a character everything about him smacks of “He’s here because he’s in the comics.”

The scene in which Spider-man is introduced was so out of the blue that I literally checked my phone to make sure I hadn’t accidentally started casting a different movie. I guess he’s mostly here to provide Tony some perspective on being an actually enhanced human: “When you can do the things I do, and you don’t, and the bad things happen, it’s your fault.” Peter Parker is the most innocent vigilante! And now both sides have a teenager. He does have some great dialogue with Tony and I can’t really be unhappy he’s here because he’s just too damn likable.

But nothing tops the Steve/Sharon kiss for being out of the blue. Came from nowhere and went back there fast. I have no idea why that was here, except that Steve is the hero and The Formula demands that he kiss a girl at some point. Peggy’s dead so her niece will do I guess. Anyway, it was bad, but brief enough to ignore.

And nothing drives home that this movie is not in any way a standalone like the appearance of Ant-Man. I actually laughed out loud when he appeared because I was imagining what this random cameo would look like if I hadn’t just watched his origin story and it was hilarious.

The big full-team battle was clearly the scene that was supposed to be the most fun to watch—which in itself is a bit strange. Clint and Natasha, in particular, seem not even to take the fight seriously. And in a story all about the fallout caused by superhero vigilantes, one would think those superheroes fighting each other in a huge group would cause even more damage. But it doesn’t, because they just super conveniently have their big battle on an empty airport tarmac, which was so funny. I assume we’re meant to think the place was evacuated but a part of me just really wants to say there were people in that air traffic control tower they knocked over.

Avengers 2.75: The Avengers vs. Delta Airlines.

The most truly stupid part was the ending. I had to go ask red where the fuck Steve knowing about Tony’s parents was set up, and apparently it was a blink-and-you’ll miss it moment in Winter Soldier. I sure didn’t remember it, so that came way out of left field for me and seemed purely contrived to make sure Tony’s change of heart would be short-lived.

But goofiness aside, there was a lot about this movie that worked for me. The focus on relationships surprised me, frankly. I was expecting a stupid, contrived battle of egos between Tony and Steve, and what i got was actually a fairly nuanced (for Marvel) story that gives real consequences to the actions of the Avengers thus far, brings to a head the tension that has been building between Tony and Steve from the minute go, and very effectively conveys the Avengers Initiative as a failed experiment.

The moral of Civil War, intentional or not, is superheroes can’t work together.

Because the Avengers are not a team. Not really. They're a bunch of lone superheroes trying to work together, succeeding for brief moments, but overall failing to build a team dynamic and Civil War is where it all falls apart.

It really put into perspective a lot of what was bugging me about Age of Ultron, which I couldn’t really put my finger on until I ran across this post and it all fell into place for me. I never bought that they were all friends or had built any deep bonds. Tony going rogue wasn't a betrayal of trust so much as it was just the clearest indicator that there wasn't any to begin with.

This movie raises questions about loyalty... and when it comes to Steve Rogers, the answers are pretty unambiguous. Steve Rogers is a powerfully loyal person who sticks by his people no matter what, and never was it more clear that the Avengers are not his people. Bucky is his people. Sam is his people. Peggy is his people. These are Steve’s friends. Steve Rogers is the first Avenger. He is also the first to jump ship when the Avengers fail to align with his principles. That’s who Steve is, and this movie also serves as a very effective character study. Despite its proximity to Ultron, there’s a reason this is a Captain America movie first.

If we’re supposed to see Civil War as a family torn apart, it fails, because this series never sold us on that family dynamic in the first place. From the start, every Avengers film has been about driving conflict between the characters, especially Steve and Tony. You cannot destroy what was never there, and if Civil War is meant to be that kind of tragedy, it does not succeed.

If I was a real fan of the Marvel cinematic universe, one deeply invested in these characters and in the idea of the Avengers becoming a found family, Civil War would’ve been a massive letdown and I’d probably hate it.

But coming in as a casual tourist in this franchise, a story about the tragic inability of superheroes to work as a team is fascinating to me.

And intentionally or not, that’s what Civil War is.

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everythingcollided · 6 years

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Radiation [Peter Parker]

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Summary: Peter decides to finally tell her how he feels, but he’s too late.

Word Count: 2,058

Warnings: Swearing, Angst (i guess), Peter is wHIPPED, the metaphors and similes are strong with this one, oh yeah there’s fluff too

A/N: No one asked for this but I was in a mood so read my unedited garbage and request if you want your own piece! and just a random shoutout to @beautiful-writings cause she’s always here.

He was finally going to do it.

Twirling the sunflower stem between the pads of his fingers, soul on fire, nerves tied together and running through his blood. Peter can barely breathe, but he’s sure about this. He’s spent years loving her and it’s time to admit it.

It’s the last day of school and no one’s sure why or how it became the Midtown Tech equivalent of Valentine’s Day. Paper hearts litter locker doors, teddy bears holding chocolate are being carried down the hallways in the arms of interlocked couples, and roses nurtured in plastic wraps are just about everywhere Peter looks.

He wouldn’t usually participate in it. Going home to mope seemed like a better option than approaching her and getting rejected. But this year, for some reason, he’d flipped his perception and decided that - what the hell - he’d give it a try.

He’s regretting that decision right about now.

“Come on, dude,” Ned says for what Peter feels like is the fifth time. His hands are digging into his shoulders and Peter knows it’s to keep him grounded. He’s been smiling since the beginning of their last class, and it’s not helping him at all. “Look, there she is, go get her.”

His hands are shaking so badly he’s scared the petals are going to fall off of the sunflower.

It’s her favorite. Peter’s well aware she likes things simple, and he’s respecting that. Opposed to the hundreds of rose bouquets he’s seen today, he just has a singular flower and a question that will hopefully be met with a yes.

All he really wants is a chance.

Ned spins and shoves him into the masses moving about, hurrying to get out and start their summer. Peter has enough time to turn around with a panicked look and see the thumbs up his best friend is sending him before he has to move in fear of getting trampled.

God, he’s sweating. He rubs a palm against his shorts.

She’s standing in front of her locker, turning the dial. Her hair is tied back so that he can perfectly see her furrowed eyebrows, lips pressed together as she concentrates. She’s wearing the school sweatshirt and some athletic shorts, looking flawlessly lazy and like everything he’s ever wanted.

Peter hides the flower behind his back with one hand and tries his best to do something casual with the other. His heart is pounding. “H-Hey.”

Hey eyes flicker to him, brightening. “Hey, Peter! How’d your last exam go?”

“Um, fine. Great, actually.” His palm involuntarily rubs at his neck, and he startles at the moist skin. “You?”

She rolls her eyes and tucks a rogue hair behind her ear, turning back to enter the last number of her combination. “Terrible. Halfway through one of the essay questions I started falling asleep so most of it just looked like chicken scrat-“

She stops when she flings open her locker, annoyed expression falling blank. Then she glances at him, alight with confusion and...something else.

Something that looks a lot like hope.

And that’s when Peter’s heart gets crushed.

Because before he can even ask what’s wrong or peek over her shoulder to find out, Mason Daniels appears out of thin air with his blinding white smile and deep voice. “Do you like it?”

Mason Daniels is the reason why Peter and Ned have never really held out hope for girlfriends. He’s quarterback of the football team, not bad at all when it comes to good grades, and anyone in the school will admit that he’s incredibly good looking.

Peter’s confidence takes a nosedive.

Like what?

Her eyes are wide as she reaches into the small space and brings out a fluffy, caramel colored teddy bear. There’s a bold red heart held delicately between it’s paws and all Peter can do is stare.

He’s so stupid.

Everything suddenly seems pathetic. All Peter has is a flower and a voice still undergoing the horrific cracks of puberty. Mason stands a head taller than him, rigid with the assurance that only a guy like him could have. There’s obviously no competition here.

But, Peter also has the promise to love her.

What does Mason have?

“It’s so...cute. That’s really sweet of you, Mason.” She gushes and Peter’s heart splits in two.

He guesses a promise isn’t enough. He’s still Peter Parker, and she doesn’t want him.

His chest is hollow and painful bundled into one at the glee in her smile, the pink flush on her beautiful face. He’s never regret being bit by that spider until now. The misery curling around his stomach is multiplied by ten and he hates it because it makes him want to cry.

He wants to sob until his throat is raw and until the pain blooming in the spaces between his ribs is washed out. He wants to curl into Aunt May’s side like he did when he was a scared seven year old boy with nightmares.

But he can’t, he can’t because he has to stand here and still give the girl he’s in love with her sunflower. Peter doesn’t want to keep it. The second he’s out of sight he knows he’ll smash it into the ground and he reckons she’ll take better care of it.

After all, she is the Sun.

And so he calls her name before she can go running into the quarterback’s arms and runs the stem behind her ear. He pretends that he saw it at lunch and thought of her and tries not to think about the nice lady from the flower booth and the ten dollar bill sitting in her cash register a half hour away.

He pretends that she doesn’t look like summer and happiness, all warm skies and soft grass.

He pretends that she doesn’t burn him. He pretends that her smile doesn’t light him on fire and reduce him to ash because they’re best friends and only best friends.

Best friends don’t burn for each other like Peter does for her.

And that’s all right.

He pretends it’s all right.

She smiles at him and there’s a twinge of sadness lacing along her lips. It looks a lot like a goodbye and Peter has to get out. Water is pushing against his resolve and he has to get away before he cracks.

He stares at the vibrant petals of the plant so he won’t catch himself in her eyes. “H-Have a good summer.”

There’s a break in his voice, and with that the dam crumbles. The flood blurs his vision and he turns away before she can see. He already resents himself for crying; he doesn’t need her to see him vulnerable like this. Mr.Stark never cries, never lets people see him exposed.

Peter is once again reminded that he can never be like Tony Stark.

It almost hurts more than knowing he’s not good enough.

He ends up sitting on the steps outside of the school. May would kill him if he got injured because he was stupid and rode his bike while simultaneously crying. Plus, she’d been really excited about today. Peter didn’t want to watch the disappointment show on her face. Not yet.

So he hides his face with one hand and pretends to look through his Twitter feed with the other so no one will come over to ask him if he’s okay. Giggling couples come and go, sometimes stopping to kiss against the bricks of the building and stomp all over Peter’s emotions.

He feels like shit.

It’s been fifteen minutes and he still feels like shit.

His eyes are irritated from wiping at the trails before they can move and his chest aches from holding in the noises. He wants to stop hurting but he can’t because of that damn spider and because of her.

It’s always her.

The metallic cling of the door opening sounds again and dread pools at the thought of hearing more love.

“Peter.”

His head whips up and there she is. She’s all soft edges and eyes and she’s always, always been beautiful to him but with the sunlight bouncing against her hair she’s ethereal. The knife in Peter’s gut twists.

He remembers how disgusting he must look a second too late. Worry melts into her and she takes the space next to him, her fingers pressing against his collarbone and bringing his heart back to life like it’s forgotten she was the one who flattened it in the first place.

“Hey, look at me,” she murmurs. Her breath ghosts against his ear and he shivers but he doesn’t obey. She smells like vanilla and she’s too close. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Peter can’t help but glance to his right. He should say yes, but all that comes out when he sees her empty hands is, “Where’s your teddy bear?”

He watches her eyebrows furrow at the croak in his voice. “I gave it back to him. Thought it was rude to accept it if I didn’t feel the same.”

That gets his attention. His eyes snap to hers. They wash over his face and she frowns. “I thought it was from you.”

“What?”

“The bear. I thought it was from you.” She mumbles her way through the words but she never once casts her gaze away from him. They don’t really make Peter feel better. All it does is explain why she looked so shocked when she opened her locker.

“Oh. I thought you wouldn’t want something cliche like that.”

“Peter,” she sighs, and suddenly she looks so worn down, like she’s on the verge of tears too. “Why did you get me the sunflower?”

“Cause it reminded me-”

“Stop with the bullshit. I can tell when you lie.” Scooting closer, hand moving to grasp at his forearm. Desperation shines with the reflection of the Sun in her eyes. “Tell me the truth. Please.”

Peter doesn’t want to, but she’s under his skin. Forever under his skin. “B-Because I wanted to...ask y-you out.”

She smiles. Really smiles, like she’s intentionally trying to wreck him. “Good.”

Hand grazing his jaw and staying there, tucked warmly against his skin, she pulls him into her lips. His arms go to her waist without him thinking about it, clutching the delicate material in his fists.

That bundle latched onto his lungs feels like it’s being drawn out through the breath they’re sharing. She tastes like the strawberry chapstick she’s used in all the time he’s known her, and again he’s thousands of embers buoyant in the air electrifying around her.

But this time she’s blazing with him, igniting him with the wildfire of her lips and the inferno of her touch.

Peter doesn’t mind being reduced to ashes anymore.

The pull away is slow, like she doesn’t want to leave but the air demands it. Peter’s scared to open his eyes to something fake, something his mind created under the pressure of breaking.

But there she is when he does, crouched into herself, lashes fluttering, fingers pressing against the skin of her lips. She looks disoriented and red in the face and Peter’s mind isn’t working correctly but it still knows that she’s radiant.

“S-So,” he starts, rejecting the urge to touch at his own mouth. It was searing with the memory of her and Peter couldn’t wait to incinerate more. “Do you want to go out...with me?”

Instead of responding with words she’s back on him and maybe he won’t ever breathe properly again, but if she’s there to share her breath with him he doesn’t care one bit.

“Yes,” she breathes against him. Hair tickling against her flushed cheeks, eyes luminous and the surest he’s ever seen them. “Oh, and thanks for the sunflower. You’re right; that bear was too cliche for me. Total deal breaker.”

She giggles at her own words, clutches his shirt. “Well, that and the fact that I’m into someone else.”

Even though he’s sitting down Peter’s still weak at the knees. He hums in acknowledgment.

“Really into someone else.”

She’s trying to kill him, that playful spark gives it all away. He’s not giving that to her though, she’s already gotten enough reaction from him today.

“Good.” Is all he counters with. She rolls her eyes.

Peter kisses her face until she smiles.

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steves-legs · 6 years

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“I Swear to God, I’ll Love You Forever” (Tony Stark x Reader OneShot)

**GIF NOT MINE**

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A/N: So I was watching Avengers Assemble last night, and wow this idea came to me. Also loosely based on Pints of Guinness Make You Strong by Against Me! :’-) I died writing this by the way. Don’t come for my neck, I haven’t written in 6 months. Enjoy.

Song(s): Lullaby / Sia || Pints of Guinness Make You Strong / Against Me!

Warning(s): mentions of possible death, anxiety, mentions of PTSD, reader under severe emotional stress, sad tony, emotions emotions emotions, and TONY FLUFF near the end ig??

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You sat on the main deck of the helicarrier with Hill at your side. You bit your nails nervously, awaiting some form of assurance that your friends were alright. You’d been taken over by Loki just hours ago, and you were a little more than worse for wear. The team had begged you to stay back and of course, you didn’t want them to be worrying about you, so you did. Maria rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

“They’re going to be alright, Y/N.,” she said although she didn’t sound too sure. Her voice was unsteady despite her stoic expression. You nodded, not even bothering to return the full eye contact. Your attention soon was drawn back to the floor, then your shoes. You worried for your new friends in a way you’d never felt before. You’d known Clint, Tony, and Natasha for years, but somehow you cared for the other Avengers just as much already. If something were to happen to Bruce, Thor, or Steve… You didn’t know what you’d do, especially knowing you’d chosen to sit on the sidelines. And that’s when Fury came stomping out onto the deck, mumbling something about some “stupid-ass decision” Council had elected to make. You’d heard him shout “nuclear strike on the island of Manhattan” and “thousands of people will die”, but that was about it and honestly you were too afraid to ask. Maria gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before heading directly over to her superior. They talked in hushed voices, concerned looks curtaining both of their faces. Maria glanced back over at you but never returned to your side.

What followed was the most agonizing ten minutes of your life. Radio silence. Then, just as you began to feel hopeful there was no way this day could get any worse, Hill’s voice echoed through the room.

“Sir, we have a bird in motion! Anyone on the deck, we have a rogue bird! Shut it down! Takeoff is not authorized!” You looked around, panicked, and saw Fury speed out of the room, guns-a-blazin’. You heard multiple loud explosions and gunshots but watched in horror as the jet sped through the clouds anyway.

“No… No, no, no, no, no…” you exhaled loudly, panic taking over your body. Your heart rate was through the roof and no matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to slow it down. You felt as though the world was spinning around you. As Fury came back in the room, you heard him speaking to Tony.

“Stark, can you hear me? You got a missile headed straight for the city--” A pause. “—Three minutes… max.” You tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the guilt pulling at your gut.

Why the hell am I not out there fighting with them? I should be… I shouldn’t be here. This is a coward’s way out. As the news blared on all the computers around you, you felt as if you were falling, falling, falling and you weren’t going to stop anytime soon.

“We have limited information on the team, but what we do know is that billionaire Tony Stark’s iron man……--”

You could feel the room shrinking around you, and if it weren’t for your phone suddenly buzzing in your back pocket, you were positive that you’d be crushed between the walls. You went to check your phone and the name that came up on the phone pulled tears from your eyes. You stood abruptly, answering the phone as fast as you could.

“Tony… What the hell is going on?!” you shouted into the speaker.

“I… I’ve got the missile… I’m going through the portal… Y/N… I’m… so sorry.” He said breathlessly, not wasting any time. You could hear the pain in his voice and it made your heart wrench.

“Tony… Dear god, no. I should’ve never let you talk me into staying. I could’ve been there. You asshole, why’d you talk me out of it!?”

“Jarvis reminded me that I should probably give you a call. I gotta say, it’s really… really nice to hear your voice right now…” Tony sighed weakly. You could hear the smile in his voice. “J is telling me my power’s getting real low.” The reception cut out a little bit near the end, and you felt like you were being crushed by the weight of every single word Tony said. Maria watched you curiously, worriedly, and Fury headed over to one of the monitors. He looked as though he wanted to give you space.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come back.” You said softly. You heard the breath hitch in his throat.

“I love you, Y/N. So much. If I don’t come back, I need you to know that, okay? I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone, and I mean anyone, as much as I do you. And I swear to God, I’ll love you forever.”

“You really are a dick.”

Tony’s broken-up laugh sent you into a mess of tears. You sniffled slightly.

“Don’t cry, angel.”

“I’m gonna punch you in the stomach for telling me at a moment like this.”

“What better moment to tell the girl I’ve loved for years?” Tony asked, almost nonchalantly. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You laughed a little, tears streaming down your cheeks. You breathed a little, the static sound becoming louder. You could hear what you guessed was the strange ear-ringing sounds of the portal get louder and louder. Tony grunted in what you knew was excruciating pain.

“I think it’s time to go…” he said, and you could tell he was panicking, more so than you.

“Make me proud.” You said. “I’ll love you forever.”

“I always try. I’ll see you soon, I-- promi—"

And the call dropped. Either the suit had run out of power or Tony had made it through the portal, where cell towers obviously couldn’t reach. Everyone around you cheered; he’d made it through the portal with the missile. But you were thinking of the next few moments… The fall would kill him. Or the portal could close. You dropped your phone, reality suddenly hitting you like a sack of bricks. There was a large chance you’d never see him again. You sat back down, unable to stand any longer. Maria came to your side, almost immediately, and put her arms around your shoulders. You put your head in your hands, waiting until you weren’t crying anymore to wipe your eyes and show your face again. You put on a brave face, turned to Maria, and said, “I have to head to Manhattan. Whether it’s street cleanup, talking to officials, or clearing the Avengers’ names. I have to go.” She nodded, understandingly.

Weeks Later

“The Avengers Initiative is a collection of the ablest individuals to defend our planet Earth from imminent global threats. These individuals have come together as a functioning response team to said threats which are too great for humankind to handle. But enough of that, you all look just about ready to fall asleep hearing me explain what you already know. Now, most of you are probably wondering what I’m doing up here, representing the Avengers Initiative. The reason that I’m up here is that I’m fully human. No special suit, no trust fund” –this earned laughter from the crowd—“no shield, special training, or bow and arrow… and certainly no green skin. I went to your average public high school in Queens. I lived there my whole life. I grew up with my mom, my dad, my little brother, and a dog.

“My life was like yours. I hold that chapter of my life near and dear. It’s in my heart and always will be. And although my life has changed drastically since then, I am always looking out for people like me, people like my mother, my father, and my brother. People who aren’t superhuman, specially trained, or billionaires. I believe that with the Avengers on our side, defending our lives, we have no reason to worry. Our lives are in good hands with these people. They love our Earth, they love the streets we walk on just as much as we do… and ultimately, we all have the same goal: global protection. Now that we are all fully aware of extraterrestrial beings, that’s something we need now more than ever. Protection. For our families. For our mothers, fathers, siblings, children, and, yes, our dogs too. It’ll take time, it’ll take getting used to. The truth is, I don’t need each and every one of you to take what I’m saying and accept it, to trust it. It’d be the smart thing to not quite trust us yet… Give us a chance to show you why you can. But these past few weeks, these past events in this city marked the end of an era… and with the end of one era comes the beginning of another. Welcome to the future... A world protected!” You called, raising your hands up. The crowd cheered loudly, excitedly. You’d done your job: clearing the Avengers’ names in the people’s eyes. As you stepped offstage, Happy pushed you in the direction of the BMW awaiting you. You waved at the crowd, smiling, and blowing kisses as you climbed into the backseat of the vehicle. To your total surprise, Tony sat there in the backseat, waiting for you.

“Hey there,” he smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat. You didn’t say a word, just pulled him into a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him since you flew out to Manhattan and discovered that Tony was still alive; Bruce had saved his life. You had a lot of cleanups to do outside of Stark Tower, and Tony had decided to completely remodel, as well as begin working on rebuilding the city. He chuckled softly, returning the hug. “Missed you too, angel. I saw the entire speech. You did amazing… Stellar.”

“I think I might just be spending too much time around you, Mr. Stark.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing, Y/L/N.,” he said smiling like an idiot.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get your quip out, Tony grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you softly but passionately.

“I’ve seriously missed you so, so much.” He said more seriously this time. You knew your cheeks were bright red by how warm your face felt.

“I missed you too, Tony. But… probably not as much as you seem to have missed me.” You teased, and he feigned offense. He leaned back, hand on his chest, and gasped audibly.

“And to think, I came all this way for you to just reject me!”

“You literally had Happy drive you here.”

“Not my fault you decided to hold your speech in the rubble and ruins of a building we blew up…” Tony said cockily.

“I wish you were up there with me.” You said. Tony took your hand and squeezed it.

“I can’t face a crowd of people and talk about how… how that made me feel.” He said, and you could tell he was trying his best to keep his voice steady. You placed your other hand over his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“It’s going to be alright, Tony. I promise. That’s never going to happen to you again. And if it does, if everything around you falls apart, I’ll still be here. And if you need proof of that, just look at the past three years. I’ve been here.” You promised. You held up your right pinky in front of the two of you. He locked his left with yours.

“If you’re wrong, you owe me $10,000. For emotional trauma.” He said, then let your hand go. You smirked.

“If I’m wrong, I can write you an IOU and a 10-page apology.”

“Deal.” Tony agreed, then sighed. “Do you swear you’re here to stay? You’re not going to go away?”

“We did just pinky swear, didn’t we?” you asked. Tony smiled, laying his head on top of yours.

“I love you forever, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tony.”

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buckybabybaby · 7 years

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Bodyguard Bucky.

A/n: The title is unoriginal af, I know. Just a little thing I wrote because I saw a dvd of ‘The Bodyguard’ in a charity shop and was hit with the idea, that Bucky is your bodyguard but you’re secretly in love with him. (It is nothing like that film/play, I haven’t seen it but I looked up the plot.) I thought 'that’ll be easy to write’, but oh my gosh, was I wrong! It’s gone through so many rewrites and had about half of the original version cut, and it has some of the same themes as other things I’ve written, but I hope it’s okay…

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Summary: You’re secretly in love with Bucky, your bodyguard, but now he’s leaving…Whatcha gonna do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Mentions of being Tony Starks’ child, but only mentions, and it’s not clear if you’re adopted or what-not, to keep it inclusive...)

Word count: 2136

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/intoxication, some angst and crying, but fluff by the end :)

Masterlist

As Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s one and only child, you were obviously going to be a bit of an easy target, so since you’d finished school you’d had a bodyguard to protect you practically 24/7. The man entrusted to keep you safe for the past few years was one James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to you, and over that time you’d like to believe that he’d come to be more of a friend than just paid protection.

Apparently not though. Last week he’d announced he was to quit with no warning and that single action had sent your life into turmoil, having realised a long time ago that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

Now it’s late on Friday night and you’re drunk on the dance floor. This is your 'great idea’. You had planned on dancing with a few guys to get him jealous, and then, in your fantasy, he would sweep you away and kiss you whilst promising to stay forever. It could happen, right?

It isn’t happening though. Bucky is just observing impassively from the bar instead, and suddenly you are more tired than you’ve ever been, and all you want is to go home. However, the man you have pressed yourself to is very handsy. Catching Bucky’s eye, you know he recognises your panic as he’s immediately storming through the mass of dancers to rip the guy off you and pin him to the wall.

Looking between you and your bodyguard, the man frowns.

“Why the hell would you dance with me if you have a boyfriend?”

It’s not the first time someone has mistaken Bucky’s behaviour as that of a protective lover, but he seems shocked by the interpretation this time. His grip on the guy loosens so much he’s able to slip free and make a dash for the exit and you grab Bucky’s sleeve to stop him from following.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Do you mean literally right now, or are you’re talking about his impending redeployment? Either way, his attention is affectively drawn back to you and you are very aware of his gaze as he watches you sway. There’s a few seconds when nobody speaks and then he takes your hand to quickly lead you out to the car park and help you into the waiting vehicle. He climbs in behind you, because of course you have a driver as well, and you take a long time fastening your seatbelt to avoid conversation.

Normally the ride home was your favourite part of any night out. In the car is one of the only times he doesn’t have to be so alert for danger and quiet moments alone like this were how you fell in love with him. You can tell he’s trying to get your attention but you can’t think of anything to say so you just slump in your seat and count the passing street lights.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You continue to stare out the window as you ask, “About what?”

“Whatever tonight was. You never go out on your own, your always drag at least one of your friends along with you, so what’s wrong?”

“It’s not like you care.”

You sound like a whiny five year old, blinking away tears as you realise just how true your statement actually is. There is a click from behind you as Bucky moves from his seat into the middle one next to yours, but you refuse to turn to face him and as soon as you arrive home, you quickly slip out of the door.

Now to tackle the maze that is the tower complex. For some reason you think taking the stairs is a good idea, and Bucky hovers behind you all the way as you stumble up them slowly. When you finally get to your floor, you burst into your room and flop down on the bed fully clothed, flipping over onto your back when Bucky sighs at you.

“Come on Y/N, you know you don’t want to sleep like that.”

You pout at the ceiling and go completely limp when he attempts to pull you back up, so he relents and tucks the covers around you. The emotion on his face is hard to read and you regret everything you’ve ever done to make him look at you like that.

“I’m really going to miss you Bucky.”

You hope he might at least say he’ll miss you too, but when he doesn’t reply at all it just adds to your evidence that he never really liked you. Thinking about it rationally, he wasn’t being paid to be your friend, but that doesn’t stop you from curling in on yourself in misery. There’s a shuffling as he plugs your phone into charge like he always does, and you watch as he walks to the threshold.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

The door is closed softly behind him, and the automatic security system activates, meaning he’s free to leave you alone. For a couple of seconds you can hear his footsteps down the corridor, and the beep of the lift as it arrives before it’s silent again.

He’s gone, out of your life possibly forever, and the tears won’t stop.

You’re seriously regretting sleeping in your clothes last night. They’re too tight and slightly itchy, and you wish you’d at least washed your face and cleaned your teeth. With the way you’d cried yourself to sleep it probably wouldn’t have made much difference to how you feel, but maybe if you’d woken up in your pyjama’s you wouldn’t have instantly remembered why you were so upset. As it is you’re horribly aware that today you meet your new bodyguard.

Your father had messaged you earlier to ask if you’d wanted to come greet them, but you’d said you were feeling sick, which wasn’t a lie, and that if you could be left alone for the rest of the day that’d be great. Rolling out of bed you decide a very long shower is in order.

By three o'clock you are feeling less ill and more hungry. The thought of interacting with anyone if you leave your room stops you from venturing outside, but your stomach rumbling hints that soon you’re going to have to just suck it up and act like you’re not absolutely heartbroken.

A loud knock disturbs you from your dilemma. Whoever was there better have an important reason for being so, or a death wish. Wrapping your dressing gown tighter around yourself you fling the door open, ready to rip whoever was disturbing you a new one, but you swallow your words at the sight you’re met with.

Bucky is standing there, carrying a single gorgeous rose and wearing in a much nicer outfit than usual, along with a hopeful expression. You’re staring as you try to take it all in.

“Did you leave something here last night?”

“Yes. You.” He pushes the flower into your hand and then bends down to pick up the pizza boxes you hadn’t noticed. He hesitates for a moment, before asking, “Can I come in?”

You’re so overwhelmed that you can only silently motion for him to enter, noting the relief on his face as he steps into your room. You really had thought that yesterday was going to be the last time you ever saw him, as you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to ask what he was going to do after he left this job, so you have no idea how to react to him showing up less than twenty four hours after he supposedly walked away.

He places the food on your desk and turns to you, taking a deep breath before he begins to talk.

“Y/N Stark, you are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”

You try not to look like you’ve just been slapped. What the hell? Did he really come back, dressed up all prettily with pizza from your favourite restaurant, just to insult you? Was this the man you were in love with? He sees that you’re offended by his remark and is quick to explain.

“I didn’t mean you were annoying! I meant that I have never met someone who has affected me as much as you do without being able to do something about it.”

He paces as he speaks. The way he’s acting suggests he’s nervous which in turn makes you anxious, despite not really being sure what is going on.

“When I first met you I was scared you were too trusting and that would get you hurt, but as I got to know you I realised that you weren’t naive, but just had the ability to see the best in people. Then you broke the fingers of that guy who jumped you in Los Angeles and I saw just how well you could protect yourself. And that was when I became aware of how much you mean to me.”

He stops when he’s directly in front of you, running a hand through his hair as he thinks.

“I had a whole speech planned out but now I’m here I’ve forgotten all of it.” He looks you up and down and takes a step towards you. “You’re very distracting in this pretty robe.”

“You bought it for me.”

He had, for your birthday last year after your old one had been ruined during an altercation with a rogue Hydra agent, but that wasn’t relevant right now. What exactly is he trying to tell you?

Bucky’s carrying on. “That’s why I like it so much.”

He steps forward again so there’s only a couple of centimetres between the two of you and when you glance away he waits for you to meet his gaze again before continuing.

“What I’m trying to say is I couldn’t do my job properly if I was always compromised by how in love with you I am, so I had to step away before it got you hurt.”

It feels like time has frozen. You have to fight to regulate your breaths, and before you can fully process it he’s talking again, gesturing to the desk.

“That’s what the pizza is for. I’ve watched over you on so many awful dates and it was torture. Let me take you on one you’ll actually enjoy.”

You can’t believe what he’s asking and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m not really dressed appropriately.”

“We don’t have to leave the building, just up to the roof? Please?”

When you don’t answer him he looks incredibly disappointed and you can’t stand to see him like that. Reaching out for him with your free hand, you pull him in closer, and try to compose yourself.

“That sounds perfect.”

Half a second later the smile on Bucky’s face is beautiful, and the whispered 'thank you’ he chokes out when he hugs you is the most heartfelt thing you’ve ever heard.

Far too soon he lets go of you to lead you out of your room to the elevator, pizza nearly forgotten in his rush to start what is hopefully the first of many dates. Once you’ve retrieved the food and are finally in the lift he turns to you.

“I was thinking we could have lunch together from now on.” The hand that slips under your robe is warm through your top.

You frown. “What do you mean? Where are you going to work that we’d be able to do that?”

“A floor below you.” He watches you carefully, seeing how you react to the news.

“You’re going to be the new technician for my dad?”

He nods and you throw yourself at him, hugging him with all your strength, relieved that he isn’t going anywhere too far.

“I always knew you were a massive science nerd.” He shrugs, blushing slightly when you look back up at him and brush a piece of his hair away to see him better. “I really thought I was losing you.”

“Believe me Y/N, I never want to let you go.”

This man is going to be the death of you if he continues being so sweet and you decide you need to confess something to even it up a bit.

“You know, the reason why none of those guys I went on a date with got much past first base was because I kept comparing them to you.”

Bucky looks surprised at your admission, then a slow smile spreads over his face and you can’t help but grin back too.

“Let’s hope I live up to it in reality then.”

You lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips, pleased when he tries to chase your mouth as you pull back.

“I already know you will.”

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