#spells!pepper potts

[trickstar-mcu]

I’ve been thinking about spells!avengers 1 again in preparation of getting ready to start writing it, and. Man. The Stark household makes me sick /pos

Specifically, I’ve been thinking about Tony, Pepper and Atlas at the start. All of them together at Stark tower, celebrating the success of pulling it off the grid and running it purely off of its own arc reactor. All of them together and just… happy. Atlas is settled in, Tony and Pepper are going well, and things for once are just easy. It isn’t really this simple again.. ever. It isn’t even calm again until at least after iron man 3. So this moment is way more important than I thought at first. It’s quite literally establishing the status quo so I can then go on and break it.

Of course the good mood all falls apart rather quickly as Coulson arrives and explains why he’s here, but that very first moment, the three of them together, really is the calm before the storm. It’s the most normal things feel for a long, long time, which is incredibly important to Atlas after her life was uprooted by Otto’s death.

He arrives and Tony just knows this can’t mean anything good. Pepper isn’t as immediately suspicious, as she’s interacted with Phil a few times and it hasn’t always spelt disaster. And Atlas is thrilled! He and Coulson get along well after all. They both bond over superheroes, Phil enjoys Atlas’s company (its refreshing given the usual people he has to deal with), and Atlas enjoys Phil’s company (is one of the few adults he trusts and can speak to without worry, given he knows about Otto’s death, and more importantly in this context, that Tony’s taken him in.)

When Tony first adopted Atlas, Coulson alongside Fury and Natasha were the three that got involved. Given what they knew of Tony, they were understandably concerned about Tony’s ability to be responsible enough to look after an at that point 10 year old. Tony proved he could, they got to see just how close the two of them were, and they were all genuinely happy for both of them because it was easily the best option.

And importantly, Atlas’s adoption is currently being kept way, WAY out of the public eye. Losing Otto was bad enough. None of them, Atlas included, want her to deal with paparazzi or the risk of becoming a target. Atlas doesn’t have many people she trusts or wants to speak to/spend time with, despite Tony and Pepper's best efforts. Coulson, already aware of everything and an occasional visitor/on good terms with Pepper and Tony, is on that short list of people she actually does feel safe around!

This kind of turned into a Coulson and Atlas post. Oh well, they make me sick too

[please-destroy]

Miscommunication and the Heartbreak Spy

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

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The world is complicated enough. You always liked to know the truth of things. It gave you something solid beneath your feet. A path to walk on, a place to be steady.

Natasha preferred the complicated world. 

Sometimes the truth is only what you choose to believe. 

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The first time you met her, Natasha told you a lie. 

It was the early hours of the morning. The party had stretched longer than you’d expected. You’d been hired by Pepper Potts nearly a year before. You’d never planned your career trajectory, but even if you had, attending a party filled with superheroes was beyond any expectation.

You made small talk for most of the night, gravitating to polite conversations that included other employees from Stark Industries. Then, you’d been called into a heated discussion. Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes debating the future of nanotech. 

You tried gamely to keep up, contributing your half assed opinions, relieved each time noone openly laughed at you. Occasionally, you even helped to sway the argument one way or another. Minutes bled together as you lost yourself in the sprawling debate. Your attention was only broken by Pepper’s hand on your shoulder. She offered you another glass of champagne. You took it gratefully, giving her a quick smile. 

You scanned the rest of the room and your heart jumped suddenly. You were the last Stark Industries’ employee left. The party was down to less than twenty people, congregating slowly closer together. 

You heard the booming laugh of Thor as he slapped Captain America jovially on the back. Elation and nerves warred inside you. This was every civilian’s dream. To truly see behind the superhero curtain. 

Still, you felt overwhelmed. 

You tipped the flute of champagne back, draining the liquid and muttering a quick goodbye to Pepper. You headed towards the nearest bathroom on the floor below. 

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, letting the reflected lights dazzle you. You splashed cold water on your face and counted to ten. 

You could do this. 

You took a deep breath and returned to the party. 

Pepper raised her hand in greeting when she saw you approaching. 

Maybe you were distracted, returning her wave. 

Or maybe, Natasha came out of nowhere. 

Her shoulder bumped your chest, pulling you up short. 

You blinked in surprise as you took her in. The black pantsuit had a plunging neckline. Her heels were notably high. 

Her long hair was a darker red than you’d seen in news reports. Her lips were a brighter shade of scarlet, drawing your attention.

She was touching your shoulders. 

‘I’m sorry.’ She murmured, voice melodic. ‘I’m running late.’

‘That’s okay.’ You whispered, feeling dazed already. 

Natasha smiled and you caught the genuine interest flickering behind her eyes.

‘What brings you here?’ She asked in the same smooth voice. Her fingers brushed the fabric covering your shoulder. 

‘Lucky accident.’ You said dryly, glancing down at her fingers. 

The glint in Natasha’s eye was almost predatory now. 

‘I’m Natalie.’ She introduced herself and you felt her hand slip into yours. 

The fake name settled in the space between you. The spell broke quickly. 

You snorted before you could help yourself.

‘Uh huh.’ You agreed sarcastically. ‘Sure you are.’

Natasha’s eyebrow raised in surprise. She stared at you with a steadiness that sent shivers down your spine. Your heart began to rabbit in your chest.

You startled when Pepper’s hand touched your shoulder again. 

‘Nice try.’ She told Natasha, rolling her eyes with exasperation. ‘Y/N has top level clearance, she already knows your real name.’

Natasha switched her focus to Pepper, a smile curling on her lips. You missed her attention immediately. The feeling sat like hunger inside you. 

You walked a few steps behind them as you headed back to the others. When Dr Banner offered you a drink, you took another flute of champagne readily.

The rest of the evening swung between moments of clarity and the blurred sensation of too much alcohol.

Thor regaled the group with different stories of his past. He stood tall, taking up the centre of the room and swinging his hammer back and forth as he demonstrated a battle’s key moments. 

At first, you were enraptured by the presence of so many impressive people, the world they lived in and the stories they had to tell.  Then, all at once, you couldn’t care less.

You knew the moment Natasha’s attention returned to you. You felt the prickle on your skin. The strange hunger inside you grew stronger. 

You felt her eyes roam across your face, lingering on your own exposed neckline. You felt an answering heat crawl up your neck. You weren’t sure if she could see your pulse beating, dangerously quick. 

You swallowed nervously before you turned to face her. 

Natasha met your stare willingly. Her finger tapped against her knee. Her smile gleamed with promises. 

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The party ended long after the sun had risen. 

You stood with too much confidence in the looby. You swayed slightly on the balls of your feet, waiting for the car that had been called for you. 

Despite the haze of alcohol, you noticed Natasha leaning against the edge of the large staircase. You tried not to fixate on her bare arms, folded in front of her. You felt yourself staring anyway.

Stupid confidence propelled you forward, like a victim of some Newtonian law.

Standing in front of her, you cleared your throat grandly.

‘It was nice to meet you Natalie.’ You smiled broadly at your own clever joke. 

Natasha smirked back automatically. Her gaze trailed up and down you again, making you feel suddenly self aware. You weren’t sure what she could see in you. You felt your cheeks warming and you dropped your gaze to the floor. The silence lasted forever in your drunken mind.

‘It was nicer meeting you.’ Natasha told you at last, voice soft. 

The words made you float with their sincerity. You couldn’t stop smiling as Pepper helped you into the waiting car.

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Natasha never did explain how she got your phone number. 

That wasn’t the shocking part though. 

The random phone call in the afternoon. The soft timbre of her voice. The careful indirect question. (Are you free tonight?) The way her breath caught at your answer.

Going on a date with Natasha Romanoff was beyond unlikely.

Natasha Romanoff being the one to ask you; unthinkable. 

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The moment you arrived at the bar, you tried to think back through the phone call. If you’d made a stupid assumption or if Natasha had been purposefully unclear.

You’d shown up five minutes early. Natasha was already there. 

So was Clint Barton.

You hesitated in the middle of the busy room, watching his hand pat her shoulder absentmindedly. It was friendly affection but it still threw you off. 

Not a date. Not a date. 

Your brain tried to recalibrate itself quickly. Tried to understand the root of the miscommunication. It had definitely sounded like a date when she’d asked.

Natasha caught your eye, waving you over casually. You wondered if you were imagining the nervousness in her smile. You tried to keep your own expression neutral. Clint seemed unphased by your arrival but you were clearly an unexpected addition to his night. His smile was polite enough. 

You joined the conversation slowly, feeling immediately like a third wheel. 

In the lull of listening to Clint continue his story, you tried to decide if you should just leave immediately. 

Your gut feeling of discomfort was hard to ignore. You started trying to think up excuses to leave. 

Natasha didn’t make it easy. Whilst Clint spoke, she gave you her full attention. You felt a thousand unspoken requests in her gaze.

You knew she wanted you to stay. 

Natasha sought out your hand underneath the table. Her fingers trailed over your knuckles lightly. Her stare turned purposeful. 

Your mouth went dry. You glanced at Clint, continuing loudly with his story. Natasha’s caught your look and you caught the hint of embarrassment before she blinked it away.

You knew for sure then that she had asked you on a date, you weren’t wrong. You wondered if she’d gotten scared.

You sipped your drink, accepting the strange situation more easily. You wanted to see where this would go.

Another man entered the bar, greeting Clint loudly. They laughed, hugged and joked loudly. Slowly, Clint moved away from you both, giving a brief nod of his head before heading to a rowdier table. 

In the quiet that followed, Natasha didn’t speak up. She didn’t look at you either. Instead, she slid her drink carefully across the table top, until it clinked against yours. 

She didn’t have to speak for you to understand. 

She liked you. 

Slowly, you shifted your drink too, pushing it back against hers and letting it clink again.

You liked her too.

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Words flowed easily between you for the rest of the night. 

Natasha spoke in half truths but you found you didn’t mind.

You asked questions and hoped that you might be able to see the hidden pieces of who she really was in her answers.

She was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She was ethereal under the mellow bar lights. 

Natasha laughed loudly at a throwaway joke of yours. She threw her head back and you watched the sparkling in her eyes.

You felt on top of the world. 

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Perhaps, that’s why you had the nerve to press her for the truth. 

You asked brazenly if a certain rumour had any merit. It was a rumour strong enough to spread all the way from Shield to the hallways of Stark Industries.

You recounted an unlikely story about a redheaded spy who had infiltrated a criminal organisation, betrayed the men in charge, and somehow still received occasional love letters from the few who’d escaped justice.

Natasha’s eyes turned icy as you relayed the supposed story. A new wariness settled into her demeanour. You didn’t realise how much she’d relaxed until you saw her tense up again.

‘You can’t believe everything you hear.’ She commented succinctly, taking a sip of her drink.

You rolled your eyes before you could help it. 

‘No kidding, Natalie.’ 

Natasha snorted unexpectedly. Her shoulders curled forward slightly as a quiet laugh escaped her. The sound was clumsy and endearing. 

You thought of her loud perfect laugh earlier and smiled with satisfaction at getting to see the real thing.

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An hour later and you were standing together in the cold night air. 

Despite the weird half-date with mixed signals, Natasha had insisted on walking you home. 

Her presence beside you had felt perfect and every smile made you feel warm. 

Now, you stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs leading up to your front door. 

You noticed the way that Natasha’s stare caught itself on your lips. You let your own gaze wander from her reddened cheeks to her mouth.  

The hunger in your stomach curled uncomfortably, abruptly hotter than ever. 

Instinctively you reached out, touching her wrist gently. You wondered if her pulse was fluttering like yours. 

‘I’ve never kissed a girl before.’ Natasha murmured into the cold night.

It was a lie. A barefaced lie. You felt it in your soul.

Her thumb reached up, trailing over your lips and then your cheek. Your skin tingled as she brushed it softly. Her touch was full of quiet wonder. It made her words almost believable. 

The hunger roared inside you. 

You kissed her fiercely, unable to think of anything else.

Maybe Natasha had the same hunger inside her too. 

You understood her better in that moment than you’d ever understood anyone.

Natasha’s teeth grazed your lower lip, insisting on taking back control. Now her hand tugged your face impossibly closer. Her tongue entered your mouth. 

You breathed her in.

Forgetting the night, the cold air and the lies. 

When Natasha asked to see you again. It was too easy to say yes.

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There is nothing worse than radio silence from a girl that you like. 

This is a lie.

(There is nothing worse than radio silence from a girl that you like, who has also stuck her tongue down your throat.)

After three weeks, you admitted defeat. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon. You caught up briefly with Pepper in a Stark Tower elevator. She was in a good mood, telling you about the great cafe she’d just been to, having lunch with Natasha.

You knew for certain then.

There was no mission keeping Natasha away, no other commitment. 

You tried to respect her choice, even though it stung. 

You allowed yourself to sink into a lousy mood for another week. 

It would have lasted longer, but then your doorbell rang at 1am. 

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Through the opaque glass, you saw a figure standing on your doorstep. You could make out the dark red hair. It was embarrassing how quickly you opened the door.

Natasha seemed smaller than you remembered, wrapped in a large dark overcoat. Her skin seemed paler, her green eyes stood out. 

You felt frustrated at your immediate concern for her. The worry that you couldn’t help having now that you cared about her. 

You tried to remember the radio silence of the last four weeks.

For once, your stare was steadier than hers.

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‘I didn’t mean to come here.’ Natasha whispered after a moment, hands in pockets.

You swallowed down the urge to call her a liar. It didn’t matter. 

You both knew it didn’t matter. 

You’d known since you opened the door. 

You took Natasha’s warm hand and led her inside. 

Her large coat slid haphazardly off one shoulder. It was bare. You kissed the exposed skin, ready for the same hunger to flare inside you. The burning ache never seemed to leave fully. You’d just been pretending it was gone. 

Natasha’s hands were shaking as they tugged at your shirt. The tremble was subtle but you felt it against your skin.

That’s why you let her lie. 

When her teeth raked across your neck, you moaned willingly. 

When she palmed your breasts, you whined.

By the time you were stripped completely, Natasha’s attention had turned almost feral. 

You thought back to meeting her at the party. You felt the same heat flush underneath your skin, between your legs. 

Natasha stripped naked with practised efficiency. 

‘Shower.’ She murmured, voice lilting with a quiet return to control. 

She was beautiful. You led her obediently to the bathroom, mind lost in anticipation.

Under the hot water, the world stopped. 

You licked the valley between her breasts and let the soap burn the back of your throat. 

Natasha’s fingers raked along your scalp. Her touch scalded like the steaming water.

She pushed you down between her legs.

Your knees ached when you kneeled on the hard tiles, but all you could think about was the heat of her against your tongue.

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Later you lay in the bed with her, limbs tangled together with a sticky sweatiness that felt addictive. 

You cupped her breast, massaging it slowly and revelling in the privilege. Natasha’s eyes were closed. 

‘I don’t need everything to be true.’ You told her softly, your heart emptying itself into the silence. ‘I just want to know you’ll be here when I wake up.’

Natasha’s eyes didn’t open at your words. You held your breath, waiting.

You watched the way her brows furrowed for a moment.

Then, as if with great deliberation, Natasha reached out to touch your hand, pulling it over to her lips. She kissed your skin tenderly. 

You couldn’t help your small smile. Natasha was most honest when she didn’t speak.

Or maybe, she wasn’t.

(You woke up alone.)

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Unforgivable is a bigger word than people realise.

It was not one you used easily.

The worst part was feeling tricked. You wondered how you’d misread her so completely. How you kept making the same mistake. Memories of Natasha always seemed to war with reality. The look in her eyes when she stood on your doorstep, the taste of her mixing with the cold night air. The empty bed, the silent phone. 

It was two more months of radio silence before you confessed anything to Pepper. 

You heard the words pour from your mouth before you could think any of them through. The story felt ridiculous when you repeated it. The unavailable spy who’d lied to you and then disappeared. 

If it was ridiculous, Pepper would never let it show. She gave you a comforting hug when you finished speaking. Her mouth twisted in a sympathetic expression as she searched for the right words. 

At last, Pepper shrugged sadly. 

‘Natasha lies.’ She stated simply. You nodded silently, a lump in your throat. You’d known that from the beginning.

It took you another three months to stop thinking about her. The strange wound of Natasha finally began to scab over. You readied yourself for a lingering scar.

Every once in a while, you read her name in a classified report. You hated that the hunger could still burn through you. You pretended not to feel it. 

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Sometimes, stories end just how they started. 

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The next time you saw Natasha, she told you a lie.

Pepper had another party. This time, it was for her birthday. It was meant to be a smaller affair than any of the corporate events you’d attended before. 

Just close friends, she’d told you over the phone.

You were genuinely flattered at the implication. Pepper had become one of the closest people in your life, but you had not been so presumptuous to assume the same was true for her.

About a week beforehand, you realised that Natasha would likely be there too. Pepper had lunch with her at least every few weeks. With their schedules, that made them practically family. 

The realisation nearly levelled you. You panicked privately for days, considering your options.

The only reason you walked into the party that night was because of Pepper. You gripped a small wrapped gift for her, hoping it would make you brave. Your stomach was lined with dread.

You felt Natasha’s eyes on you from the moment you arrived. Your skin prickled with the attention.

You did your best to ignore her. You stayed determinedly in whatever social circle didn’t include her.

The first time you broke your resolve, you glanced over and watched her sipping a drink with Pepper. Your eyes ran over her beautiful green dress. It matched her eyes. You stared at the fabric slit that ran all the way up her thigh. Natasha laughed and your eyes drifted upwards, noticing the new, lighter shade of her now longer red hair. 

Two drinks in and you risked another look in her direction. This time, Natasha was already staring back at you. Your heart froze in your chest. She glanced away immediately. Frustration bubbled inside you.

Another woman approached Natasha, drawing her attention completely. You watched a stranger touch Natasha’s arm soothingly. 

The hunger roared inside you. You lifted your glass to your lips and downed it quickly. Tony laughed and said something about your readiness to get drunk.

You imagined Natasha’s attention returning to you at his loud comment. You didn’t check to see if you were right.

Some time after that, things got fuzzy. A tipsy feeling floated your way. 

You were not in the right mindset to be drunk. You started to worry as the fuzziness got stronger.

This was not the time or the place to be emotional. Not the here, not with so many people around.

Inevitably, you found yourself crying in a bathroom stall, palms flat against the locked cubicle door as you struggled to take calming breaths.

She made you feel so stupid. 

You tried to focus on counting to ten.

The door to the bathroom opened and someone walked cautiously inside. You heard them breathing quietly as they stood by the sinks. You knew it was Natasha before she tentatively called your name. 

You started crying harder, hating the sound of your own tears. 

You listened to the bathroom door shutting behind her when she left. 

Rejection killed the hunger, faster than anything else could. 

When you left the bathroom stall, you stood at the sink and splashed cold water on your face. Natasha was all that you could think about. You had to stop.

You needed to get out of here.

You sent a quick goodbye text to Pepper and walked straight out of the party. You ordered a taxi from the curb.

Your phone vibrated with a message before you were home.

Unknown Number:

I’m sorry. I’m not worth this. 

You pressed your forehead against the cold glass of the taxi window. Tears slid down your cheeks.

Natasha didn’t realise she was lying. 

You sat in bed an hour later, staring at your phone and retyping answer after answer. 

At last, you wrote the truth and turned your phone face down on your nightstand. Your eyes were closed before the message had even been delivered.

I know what your real laugh sounds like. 

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Your doorbell rang in the night. 

Or more accurately, in the early morning. 

It was ridiculous to expect Natasha to be standing there, but in truth, you did.

You were right. 

Natasha looked unsure of herself, standing exactly where she’d been once before.

Her skin was almost translucent in its paleness. Her eyes were rimmed red. Her fingers played nervously with her overcoat’s fastening. She still smelled like the party that you’d last seen her at.

You stared at her blearily, still blinking away the shock of being so suddenly awoken. 

The bright red beginning of the dawn behind her was almost blinding.

Natasha spoke hurriedly as if she might run out of time. 

As if she’d practised these words before she found herself standing here.

‘I am made of lies.’ Natasha said simply, voice shaking from more than the cold. ‘You’re right. About my laugh.’

‘I don’t even think about it.’ She admitted. ´I haven’t. Not for a long time.’

Her eyes caught yours. Despite everything, her gaze was steady. 

‘Not until you.’ Natasha said honestly. 

You took a shaky breath. You didn’t know what to say. How to explain the burning hunger whenever you looked at her. The way she set your chest alight.

At a loss, you rolled your eyes instead.

‘Nothing’s been the same since I met you, Natalie.’ You teased, voice hoarse from sleep.

Natasha’s smile glowed like hot embers. It was brighter than the burning sun emerging behind her.

‘Can I take you on another date?’ She asked you then, words full of purposeful clarity.

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It wasn’t hunger. That feeling inside you. It was the start of something else.

Natasha got to the truth of it. A few months later.

Her hand slid into yours. Her head found your shoulder.

‘I think I love you.’

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Chapter 1 - Terms and Conditions

A/N: Here we are, the first chapter of this series. I’m so excited!! Leave a heart, comment and reblog if you’ve enjoyed it.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Wife! Reader

Warning: slow burn.

Terms and Conditions

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The reception was held at a private venue overlooking the New York skyline—a glittering palace of glass and ego where billionaires mingled with politicians, and journalists loitered in the shadows like champagne-drunk piranhas.

You stood at the top of a winding staircase, dress impeccable, posture flawless, and mind somewhere between fight-or-flight and where’s the emergency dessert table.

Next to you, Tony adjusted the cuff of his suit, gaze sweeping over the crowd like a man used to commanding armies and afterparties. He looked dazzling. Unbothered. A little too good at pretending.

“You ready for your public debut, Mrs. Stark?” he murmured without looking at you.

You gave a tight smile. “No. But my heels are already killing me, so I’m too far gone to back out now.”

Tony chuckled under his breath. “That’s the spirit.”

The announcement came seconds later—some flouncy voice introducing the newlyweds like royalty entering a battlefield. The staircase suddenly stretched into a catwalk, the steps longer, the air hotter.

He offered his arm. You took it. The cameras exploded like fireworks. You both descended with matching smiles, perfectly practiced and utterly hollow.

You made rounds like two diplomats negotiating peace, shaking hands, accepting compliments, dodging questions that were disguised as well-wishes.

Tony basked in it, tossing charm like confetti. “Oh, that? Yes, the merger’s going beautifully. Married life is just another strategic partnership, isn’t it?”

You, meanwhile, perfected the art of smiling with only your eyes, while plotting how to fake a fainting spell without embarrassing your ancestors.

From across the room, you spotted a cluster of familiar faces: Rhodey, already watching you with a knowing look; and then—Steve Rogers. In a suit. Next to Bucky Barnes, who looked like someone had shoved him into a tuxedo and threatened to withhold bourbon if he didn’t behave.

They were talking to Happy, who waved you over like a proud uncle at a talent show.

“Look who’s survived the gauntlet,” Happy said as you reached them. He handed you a flute of something bubbly. “You didn’t trip on the stairs. That’s a win.”

Steve extended his hand. “Congratulations. I hope this wasn’t entirely your idea.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Not even remotely.”

Bucky gave you an appraising look. “You’re the one who called Stark a walking headline during that MIT tech summit, right?”

Tony, who had rejoined you, sipped his drink. “Still the best insult I’ve ever been awarded. It’s framed in the lab.”

Bucky smirked. “You’re welcome.”

Steve elbowed him, but you caught it—the faint grin pulling at his mouth. Something in your chest relaxed, just a little.

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Eventually, the emcee summoned you to the dance floor for the moment. The first dance as a married couple. The public seal of a very private contract with a kiss you were dreading.

Tony guided you onto the floor, his hand warm against your back. The music swelled, something slow and dramatic.

You swayed together, more poised than close.

“You holding up?” he asked, voice low.

“Faking it like a pro.”

He smiled at that. “You’ll fit in just fine.”

The cameras waited. So did the crowd. You could feel it.

You felt his fingers tighten subtly at your waist. His face leaned in, not too close, not too soft. Just enough to graze his mouth across yours, a whisper of a kiss, chased by the echo of a thousand shutters.

It felt like nothing. And somehow, it was everything.

The applause from the dance barely faded before the clink of a spoon against crystal rang out. All heads turned toward the podium.

Pepper Potts stood there, poised and radiant in ivory. Graceful, powerful.

“I’ve known Tony for almost a decade now,” she began, voice smooth. “I’ve seen him through breakthroughs, meltdowns, questionable hairstyles, and even more questionable relationships.”

Polite laughter rippled through the room.

Pepper’s eyes flicked toward you, sharp, appraising.

“And then—you happened. It’s not often that someone can surprise Tony Stark… let alone survive it.”

More laughter. You smiled, but something in your gut coiled tight.

She turned slightly, her tone lilting. “And if anyone can handle the chaos that comes with being married to a genius-slash-menace, I imagine it’s someone who didn’t flinch during their prenup negotiation.”

That got actual chuckles. Tony lifted his glass in amusement.

You didn’t miss it—how she held back the last sip of her toast. Like she wasn’t quite ready to swallow it all.

“To compromise that feels like control, affection that’s occasionally inconvenient, and a marriage that’s already trending.”

And then, softer, just enough for you and Tony to feel it.

“To Tony. For finally finding someone who challenges him… without trying to fix him.”

That landed. You felt it slide under your skin. The crowd clapped. Tony didn’t smile this time.

And neither did you.

You filed it away. Pepper might’ve given up the title, but she hadn’t vacated the throne.

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You slipped away later. The room had grown louder, stuffier, all that glitter settling like dust in your lungs. You found the balcony empty and deliciously cold.

The city pulsed beneath you. And for a second, you just… breathed.

“You made it through,” came a voice.

You turned to find Rhodey beside you, nursing a drink and looking smug.

“Barely,” you said.

He handed you a mini dessert. “Sugar helps.”

You took it. Bit in. Let the sugar melt on your tongue and the noise fade behind you.

“It’s going to get weirder before it gets better,” he said gently. “But you’ve got this. Just… don’t let Tony bulldoze over the real you. That’d be a damn waste.”

Your throat tightened a little. You nodded.

Somewhere inside, Tony laughed too loud.

You glanced through the glass doors, catching a flicker of him—shoulders relaxed, head tipped back, a drink in one hand. The woman next to him was statuesque, glossy, and leaning in with the kind of familiarity that made your stomach tighten.

Her hand brushed his arm as she laughed at something—probably not even that funny—and Tony didn’t pull away. He smiled that smile. The one that belonged in headlines and hotel rooms.

You looked away before the moment could gather more weight than it deserved.

This was the arrangement, after all. Separate lives. Public smiles. Private detours.

Still, you tucked the image away like a shard under your ribs—sharp, and certain to sting later.

You braced yourself.

Because if tonight was any indication, this marriage wouldn’t just be difficult.

It would be a masterclass in patience.

[wandanatsub]

You ride, I ride

Captain Carter x Reader

Summary: Peggy comes back from a mission while you're sleeping, so when you wake up with her thigh between yours, you grind on it until she wakes up and fucks you properly.

Tags: thigh riding, strap, needy reader, slight dom!Peggy, slight Captain kink, Peggy calls reader love, emotional reader towards the end, no pronouns used for reader

Words: 2.1k

I apparently can't write anything without penetration, but I love thigh riding, I swear! This story features alternate versions of the original five Avengers but they're not important for the plot sooo single mention of Betty Ross as Hulk, Kate Bishop as Hawkeye, Pepper Potts took over the Iron Man mantel after Tony died, Jane has the power of Thor and Yelena said 'Fuck the Red Room, I saw a cute girl with a stupid bow on a mission, and now I'm gonna join her team!' Even though they are not important to the story of being fucked by Peggy in the middle of the night at all, I have thoughts about them now and they won't leave.

Sleeping anytime, anywhere, was generally considered somewhat of a superpower amongst the Avengers. The team had been through a lot, and all of them were perpetually tired, but actual sleep didn’t come easy to most of them.

Of course, Betty meditated a lot, Kate napped all the time, and Pepper was still working on her late husband’s sleepy time shake recipe, but none of them got much sleep at night. Jane was off-world most of the time, constantly traveling through different star systems, which must’ve fucked up her sleep schedule indefinitely. You were convinced Yelena hadn’t slept more than 3 hours at a time since leaving the Red Room, though you’ve seen her tangled up with Kate on the couch from time to time.

And then there was Peggy. Peggy could fall asleep the instant she sat down. Debriefings, historically, ended with her falling asleep across from her SHIELD handlers or sometimes even Director Hill.

She wasn’t doing it on purpose. If anything, she hated being disrespectful to her coworkers. But Peggy had learned after thousands of missions, to take what she could get. Food, sleep, the occasional romp in a broom closet (the one on the 16th floor of the office building was your personal favorite).

So, whenever she got home from a mission, it was easy for her to crawl into bed and fall asleep instantly. And she always managed not to wake you.

You were somewhat of a super-sleeper yourself. Naps were your easiest event. And once you were under, not many things could wake you. An exhausted super soldier slipping in behind you, big spoon style, wouldn’t change that.

Therefore, falling asleep in an empty bed and waking up to a convincingly Captain Carter-shaped cuddle bear wrapped around you wasn’t out of the norm.

But this time, Peggy had been on mission for over 20 days. It was supposed to be a five-day trip. But five days turned into a week, that into two weeks, and it just kept going. If it got to three, you would go insane.

There hadn’t been much contact for the last few days. Mostly signs of life from Peggy and Kate, reaching Director Hill with a delay of several hours. Not very trustworthy. But you knew Peggy could handle herself, and she would be home as soon as she could.

Back at home, you were growing more unstable by the day. You hated sleeping alone. The bed took too long to warm up without your human weighted blanket, whose hands tended to roam freely while still awake.

You hadn’t felt those hands in 20 days. 20 whole days. You weren’t built to withstand such torture. You’d be the worst pick for an undercover op in a convent.

It had been 7 years since you had that bad a dry spell. Peggy spoiled you, always ready to fuck you whenever you so much as looked at her too long. That super-human sex drive did help.

It had been 20 days though, and your body loathed to let it get to 21.

When Peggy came back at 3 am that following night, you were asleep and didn’t wake up when she climbed into your side of the bed. The longer the mission, the higher the chance she would find you sleeping on her pillow and her side of the bed. It was adorable.

That time she found you with her pillow between your legs was different though. Making her grit her teeth with barely restrained hunger instead of a smile.

Tonight, Peggy was ready to fall asleep as soon as your warmth permeated her shirt.

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The pale light of the moon permeated the room and your eyes were blinking like crazy to adjust to it. You didn’t usually wake up in the middle of the night, but you hadn’t slept well in the last few days. Hands reached up to rub your eyes, though only one found its mark. Your other arm was feeling heavy.

You blinked until the calm look on your wife’s face came into focus.

An involuntary moan left you immediately.

She was finally home, finally sleeping next to you again, finally in reach to be hugged, caressed, teased.

Your body came alive, your brain registering your limbs and waking up all the nerves in your body. The instant your thighs squeezed together, you registered the strong thigh trapped between them, pulling it into your core.

Gods.

Another moan left your lips. The instant you felt her close, your brain lost all thoughts besides need.

You needed her, in any way, shape, or form.

Heat rushed through your veins, hips rutting on their own accord, clit pulsing from dull stimulation.

Peggy was asleep, but that didn’t matter to you. You couldn’t wait. Your hands quickly pushed your underwear off, throwing it on the ground. You wouldn’t be needing them for a while.

You pushed Peggy onto her back, her only response was soft murmurs. A shiver ran through you. One track mind. One track mind. One track-

“Fuck!” The second your wet core met Peggy’s thigh, you were done for.

Rutting, squeezing, sliding over her thigh, you wouldn’t be stopped now. And neither were the noises coming from deep down your throat.

Then, the body underneath you came alive. You screamed with pleasure as Peggy’s thigh pushed up into you.

 “Couldn’t wait to wake me up, love?” Her hands found your hips and pulled you down, her thigh flexing against your wet cunt.

“Fuck, Peg, missed you so much.” Your brain filled with fog, ecstasy taking over your body. Her fingers found your clit and brushed over it softly.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me, love.”

You squirmed against her, hips thrusting out of control. Your brain tried to make sense of her words, the tiny pause between thrusts barely enough to gain any semblance of control.

“Please, fuck me, Captain, missed you so much.”

Peggy's reaction was instant, pulling you down onto her thigh while her fingers brushed your clit.

Your sex-deprived body rushed into a quick orgasm, arching your back while riding Peggy's thigh.

A furious grunt escaped the warm body beneath you and before you could revel in your pleasure, you were on your back underneath Peggy. No pressure between your thighs. Your hands tried to clutch onto her hips, but she pulled out of reach and got off the bed.

Your ensuing whine was loud, probably traveling through the wall to Yelena’s room. Gods, you hoped she wasn’t in there.

Rather than waiting for Peggy to get back to bed, your fingers found your clit. Eyes fell shut in a flash.

Soon after, the bed dipped, and your hand was pulled away. You opened your eyes to see Peggy’s lips closing around your wet fingertips. A deep moan vibrated through her and ignited a fire in your core.

“You know better than to touch what is mine, love.”

Usually, you did, but after twenty days of literally no contact, you couldn’t wait any longer. And Peggy couldn’t either.

She pulled your legs further apart, kneeled between them, and pulled your hips up to meet her strap. She lazily pushed it through your folds, wetting it enough to push inside you.

Finally.

A loud groan filled the room. You weren’t sure whether it came from you or Peggy.

Your legs came up to circle her hips, needing her close. Peggy automatically sank deeper inside you, stretching your walls almost painfully, but you didn’t care. No sense in warming up slowly if Peggy could so easily break you in.

The super-soldier loved to be rough with you, and you loved it just as much. Peggy’s harsh thrusts made pleasure spark outward through your entire nervous system.

Once she was inside to the hilt, her hands found your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

“I missed you too, love.”

Your tongue peeked out to catch her thumb. A surprised gasp from Peggy made you grin, but she quickly recovered and fixed you with a dark stare.

She pushed her thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Relishing in seeing your dilated pupils grow hungry for her, her hips churned to life.

Her thrusts were heavy, hips out of control, barely any rhythm to her movements. Peggy was panting above you, fighting against the grip your walls had on her strap. Your legs wrapped tightly around her hips, making sure she couldn’t pull out as much. You needed her strap deep, Gods, you needed it badly.

Her eyes were fixed on yours, boring deep into your soul. It made you come alive.

Your lips closed around her thumb, craving anything to satisfy your oral fixation. Peggy’s love to fuck your mouth was to blame for that. You loved sucking her fingers or her cock.

Gods, sucking on her cock after she had fucked you with it always riled her up even more, making her fuck your throat without control. You loved gagging on her-

“Stay with me, love. You had three weeks to fantasize. Be with me now.”

Your eyes found hers immediately. Apparently, you had zoned out too much. But Peggy knew how to return you to the present.

“Just like that, my love. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

If you weren’t already flushed all over, your cheeks would’ve lit up instantly. Peggy could be so sweet and romantic.

Suddenly, a different need overcame you. You had missed your wife, and no matter how strong and invincible she might be, you still worried about her when she was away on a mission.

She was finally home, seemingly uninjured, and her body was warm, but still too far away in this position.

You wanted to feel every glorious inch of Margaret Elizabeth Carter so close to you that not even air separated your bodies.

Your hands found her shoulders in a flash and pulled her down for a kiss, needing her close.

The kiss wasn’t frantic or rushed. It was intimate, establishing a deeper connection than even the strap inside your walls could.

Peggy knew you so well, she read your mood and instantly knew what you needed from her.

“I’m right here, love. Not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”

A deep sigh turned into a sob. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your fingers softly mapping Peggy’s face to assure yourself she was still there.

Her hips had stilled to help calm you down, her body now covering yours completely, your favorite weighted blanket.

Finally, your eyes opened again. Peggy’s face was close enough for you to catch the slight worry in her gaze.

Gods, you loved this woman. All of her super-human strength and endurance was easily surpassed by her capacity for love and empathy.

A smile took over your face and brightened your mood.

She was here. With you. Naked.

Gods, you had missed her. All of her.

You strained up to push your lips against hers. Just a quick peck before your head dropped onto her pillow again.

“Can we pick up where we left off?” A coy smile accompanied your question.

Her hips pulled back, strap barely still inside you.

“Meaning here?” And then she pushed back inside you, slow and steady. “Or here?”

You laughed and pulled her in for another kiss.

“Just fuck me, Captain.”

Peggy immediately picked up her thrusts again, opting to push in deeply rather than quickly. Her harness brushed your clit every time, and your orgasm built up quickly.

“Come for me, my love.” Peggy’s whisper found your ear, her lips ghosting over your neck.

Her deep thrusts tugged on the hot coil in your stomach, every thrust provoking an explosion.

Your brain registered a thousand different sensations: Peggy’s back muscles straining under your entwined ankles, her hot skin brushing over your nipples with every thrust, your fingernails buried into her shoulders, far off from breaking super-human skin.

More importantly, your walls stretched around her strap, your clit pulsed with every thrust, and finally, her teeth sunk into your neck.

Your body snapped up against her, orgasm tightening your muscles. Walls clenched around her strap, but Peggy just kept going.

Your orgasm washed over you, but the sensations kept coming. Peggy was grinding against you, desperately chasing her orgasm, and suddenly nothing was more important than seeing your favorite super-soldier fall apart on top of you.

“Peggy, please, please come inside me. Please, Captain.”

With a final thrust, Peggy collapsed on top of her, full weight resting on you.

When she finally regained control of her body, she pulled you close and rolled over.

Your head came to rest on her chest, arms circling her neck.

Peggy pressed a kiss to your shoulder and pulled the blanket over both of you.

“’m glad you’re home, baby.”

Once your heartbeat had slowed down, fatigue took over your body, and you fell asleep, looking forward to waking up next to your wife again.

It's weird how edits can so easily shift the tone. The emotional end was not planned at all, but it happened once I was typing so it's easier not to fight it I guess. I'm watching Captain America: Brave new World on Wednesday, and that made me think of Betty Ross so that's why she's in here...

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2-Avengers

An Au where Loki visited Midgard quite often and has his own family there which he went to join forever after his confrontation with Odin(he didn't become the regent and let Frigga to deal with everything as Loki was done with everything and everyone in Asgard).

When he ended up in Midgard, Loki's first action was take the persona he had used during his other stays there as Lokajanani(it means 'mother of the world') 'Loki' Dahl before she went to visit her ex-husband(Daniel 'Dan' Potts), her blood daughter(Viriginia 'Pepper' Potts) and the multiple 'children'(by this I mean that for Loki they are children but for others almost all of them are adults...and I had in mind that some of this kids could be Peter Parker, MJ, Ned, Flash Thompson, Matt Murdock, Wade, a few of the most loved villains, Erik Killmonger, etc).

How this would change canon? Loki wouldn't send the Destroyer after Thor, there would be no suicide or mass murder attempt(Loki probably went to therapy after making sure everyone she considers family was fine...which she really needs), who comes to Midgard would for sure not be Loki(unless whoever it is, uses an illusion spell to make it look like him) and that who would defeat Thanos would be Loki and her army of kids who while not all sharing blood are vicious annoying little shits that do not fear anyone especially someone who will try to kill half of the universe.

I know this idea makes no sense but anything else(including filling plot holes) is up to whoever decides to write this.

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Chapter I: Secret's Keeper

A/N: RAHHHHHHHHHHH Cherry Bomb is finally yours. Thank you to everyone for the tremendous support and excitement leading up to the publication. You guys loving Laurie means more than I can express.

A special thank you to w1steriaa_for being Laurie's biggest cheerleader and also the best proofreader ever. Guys, please go give Amber's works a read bc she is so immensely talented and I could not have done this without her.

see you guys in two weeks for the next update! lots of love, m<3

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Cherry Bomb Masterlist

Seven in the morning was an ungodly hour to expect a fourteen-year-old to pay attention to ninth-grade algebra. The bell had just rung and I was already sitting in the same spot I had been since January. I may be my father’s daughter, but Pepper Potts drilled punctuality into me like it was my life’s blood. And I’d grown up watching how stressed she would get every time Dad ran late for an event or press conference. Being Tony Stark’s personal assistant was hard enough, so I decided when I was still pretty young that being early was another way of being kind. It was the least I could do.

My classmates started to file into the room and take their seats. Despite it still being early in the morning, the New York City summer heat was well on its way. And it was only May. Being on the fourteenth floor of a really old building didn’t help either. But hey, I was not one to complain. I was just happy to be at school at all.

Kidding, of course. That was horseshit. It was mornings like these, when the humidity made it feel like I was underwater and I’d only gotten four hours of sleep because I had been studying for the history test I had next period, that I truly cursed my younger self for wanting to go to real school so badly. Being homeschooled made the most sense when I was younger. Dad was hardly ever in one city for longer than a month and he had crippling undiagnosed separation anxiety to me. So, I spent my childhood following him around the world. It was nice though. I had complete control over my education and my dad did a pretty good job of being involved, as much as a billionaire harlot with a small gambling addiction could. Naturally, Dad spent the most time on science stuff with me. He’d work in his lab on weapons, and then eventually the Iron Man suits, while I did spelling and math and science. It was nice, nearly perfect. As I got older, I think I began to realize my dad was definitely working overtime to be a better father than his was. And he was a really, really good dad. 

Homeschooling also meant that I had a lot more freedom and flexibility than the other kids my age. And where some kids do hard-core dance or varsity one sports, I would bother the Avengers over their intercom. So basically dance, if Tony Stark being a dance mom equated fighting by his daughter’s side to protect the people of New York…You get the gist. I was a registered agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a couple of years. It was never anything crazy, I just helped where I could. It started eight years ago, with Loki. Nick and his team knew virtually nothing about controlling the Tesseract and he thought me and my abilities would be helpful. They weren’t. So, Nick found other uses for me. 

The Battle of New York left me fairly shaken up and my parents were super against any active participation during missions. In between my schooling and singing lessons, I would help with the preparation: scouting locations, hacking enemy mainframes, anything that let me feel like I was truly a part of a team. I was always desperate to impress the adults in my life, to show them that I could be useful and worth something. That feeling sparked when I first met Nick Fury and it never truly went away. 

I liked being an agent. I liked being in on all the secrets, I liked helping people, and I loved working with the Avengers. Nat, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Thor became family. Suddenly I wasn’t a lonesome only child whose only friend was her dad and his assistant. I was the guy in the chair, the one handing out coordinates and fallback plans. I had a purpose. 

Sokovia changed everything. I still had nightmares about what happened a year ago. I’d wake up in a sweat, feeling the phantom grip of metal fingers around my arm. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sounds of screaming people I couldn’t save because I froze up. They died because I wasn’t strong enough. Dad put his foot down after that. He told me that what I was doing wasn’t good for me and he’d be a terrible father if he let me continue. He was right, but I was still angry about it. 

Real school was our compromise. If I wasn’t allowed to go on missions anymore then I needed someplace else to have a social life. It was pretty good timing too because I had just wrapped up the eighth grade curriculum. It took a lot of convincing and three PowerPoint presentations to finally convince my dad that being a normal kid in a normal school would be beneficial for me. He got me into Dalton and the rest was history.

However, what wasn’t history was the test on that very subject that was surely going to kill me next period. I spent the remainder of my math period going through my flashcards and study notes. I wasn’t alone, nearly half of the class was in the same boat as me. And if they studied as much as I had, then we were all fried. 

…

Halfway through my history test, I knew I was screwed because all I could think about was lunch. Every factoid about Greek history was clouded with fantasies about turkey avocado sandwiches. There was a little French sandwich place just down the road from my school and it was my favourite. The owner was a true French man from a town just outside Paris and he let me practice my French with him. I spent at least two lunch periods a week being ruthlessly criticized by a middle-aged man, but that made it more authentic. I wasn’t super fluent, but I knew enough to hold a conversation, or at least get through a conversation with Emery. But French was not going to help me pass this history test and I was beginning to recall all my knowledge of Percy Jackson as a last resort. 

Forty-five minutes later, I gathered all my dignity and shame and walked my test up to the front of the room. I handed it off to my history teacher, who gave me a grim smile. My classmates seemed to be just as stone-faced as I was and I think we were all hopeful that our teacher would curve the grade. 

I rocked on the balls of my heels outside the classroom door, waiting for my two best friends to finish their tests. When I first started at Dalton, making friends was a challenge. Quite a few of the student body had been attending the school since kindergarten, so their relationships had been forged nearly a decade ago. I didn’t have an abhorrent amount of friends; I knew enough people to say hi when we passed in the halls or have someone to sit with in the cafeteria. I would have been content with just that, but I was fortunate enough to have made two wonderful best friends. 

Like many of the numerous friendship pacts, Brianna Sinclair and Meredith Camden had been best friends since their preschool days. We met briefly during freshman orientation, but it was first-semester theatre class when we really got close. Brianna and I were both huge theatre nerds and she was quick to sit at the desk next to mine. She was a redhead with the spirit to match the fiery hair. She loved performing and astrology, and she was definitely the epitome of an Aries. It wasn’t long before she introduced me to Meredith and we all became happy chums. 

Meredith Camden was perfect. She was the only freshman I knew who was already planning her senior year class presidency. And, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I don’t even like girls. Meredith was a true stunner, from her long, silky coils to her perfectly smooth dark complexion. She was kind as well. Even though I met Brianna first, Meredith was the one who really made me feel welcome at Dalton. At first, I was apprehensive about making a trio out of an already tight-knit pair, but Meredith always made sure I felt included. And soon enough we were as thick as thieves. 

Post-test stress had kicked in while I waited for the girls. I used my thumb to rub circles into the centre of my palm, switching back and forth between my hands. When I caught a glimpse of red, my back straightened. 

“How bad was that?” I asked.

Brianna swung her ponytail over her shoulders. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” she huffed.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Meredith chimed in softly. “Everything that was on there was in our notes.”

“I was up until like three in the morning studying and I still think I failed,” I said as we began to walk towards the stairs to our next period. 

“Well studies do show that quality of sleep greatly impacts test performance, maybe next time you should prioritize getting a good night’s rest and study more in the morning.” 

Brianna rolled her eyes playfully at Meredith’s info dump. 

I smiled at her. “I’ll give that a try.” 

We squeezed through the flood of students walking around us and I slunk back behind the girls to give us some more room.

“So what are we doing today? Shop along Park? I think Madison Beaucard is having people over. Oh, we could go to the flower market, I have been dying to get my hands on fresh tulips now that they’re in season.” Brianna’s hands were flying around as she talked. 

“Right now?” I asked.

“No, stupid,” Brianna teased.  “After school.”

“Be nice,” Meredith chimed in. Brianna shot a playful look at the other girl.

“We finally, finally finished the renovations on the indoor pool yesterday so you guys could come over to test it out!” Meredith offered. Her family had been chipping away at that project for as long as I’d known her for. 

Brianna tugged on Meredith’s arm excitedly. “Oh my gosh, yes! We are so doing that.” She turned around to face me, still hanging off of Meredith. “You in, Laur?” 

I smiled but heaved a high. “Sorry Bri, I wish I could, but my family is gonna want me home right after school.”

“Of course, how silly of me,” Brianna feigned an English accent. “It’s Wednesday.” 

“Are you sure your Dad wouldn’t miss you just for one week?” Meredith pouted. 

“I’m sorry dude, it’s out of my hands.”

“Ugh, your parents are no fun.” 

I smiled inwardly. “You know I’d be hanging out with you guys in a heartbeat if I could.” 

To Meredith and Brianna, Wednesdays meant I had “family time” immediately after school each week. If it were any other day I would have happily tagged along for shopping or swimming or whatever new activity Brianna found on Instagram was. But Wednesdays were always signed off. 

The truth was that I had training at the compound. Although my dad was firm about pulling my involvement with S.H.I.E.L.D., he allowed me to go Upstate once a week to do drills with Nat. Natasha Romanoff had been training me in hand-to-hand combat since I was seven or eight. She said it was important that I knew how to protect myself. At first, it was just for fun, but with how defenceless I’d felt in the last few years,  I started to get more serious about it. 

There was also the small matter of superhuman powers that I had very little control over. They showed up when I was seven, pretty soon after my father was kidnapped and held hostage overseas. They say it was the trauma and intense emotionality that triggered my powers being awoken. But my knowledge of the powers ended there. My father absolutely refused to let Nick Fury or his team study me or study the things I could do. Which, if I was honest, was a good call on his part, but it did leave me living with a lot of questions. From what we could tell, it was some sort of gravitational and elemental manipulation; the product of experiments my birth mother ran on me as an infant. I tried not to think about that too much, though. I just knew that when I feel things too hard, the powers can get out of control. It was pretty scary, and really confusing as a kid. But thankfully the Avengers found an expert.

Wanda Maximoff has been a great help in the last few months. Training with Nat became also training with Wanda after Ultron and the destruction of Sokovia. Her powers are very different from mine, but she approached me after she moved into the compound to see if I wanted her help. I remember I had woken up in the middle of the night to my bedroom at the compound looking like a storm had passed through. I must have been having another nightmare and set myself off in my sleep. After I did my best to put the room back in order through tears, I found myself on the roof of the compound, looking out at the stars. Wanda found me sitting out there. Turned out she was having similar dreams. She asked me about my powers, I asked her about hers and soon enough she was offering skills and advice and suggesting I start honing in on training. It had been about a year since then and my control had gotten a lot better. But of course, this was all a humongous secret I was keeping from my friends. One secret wasn’t too bad though. 

“I was thinking we haven’t done our monthly movie marathon sleepover this month,” Meredith pointed out as we took our seats. The three of us had history and English class together this semester. “Laurie, is your place free?”

And there was the other shoe. Secret superhero shenanigans weren’t the only thing I kept from Meredith and Brianna. I was also under strict orders to pretend that I didn’t exist. Or rather, pretend that Laurie Stark didn’t exist. 

Sometime after the battle of New York, probably during all the stuff with the Mandarin, my dad asked Nick Fury to erase me from existence. It was a safety thing. Somewhere between aliens and terrorists attacking our house over and over, my dad decided he needed to take a more proactive role in my general safety. Hazards of the job, he called it. I understood, I guess, but it just meant there were even more secrets to keep. I was enrolled in school as Laurel Potts. My private social media accounts were under that same name, and I even carried a fake learner’s permit with the alias. I always felt really guilty when I had to turn down bringing friends over or lying about why they had never met my parents, but the secrets kept me safe. And they offered me freedom. Win some, lose some. 

“Sorry guys, our kitchen is undergoing a huge reno,” I blurted out the lie. “My dad has been super into…dutch ovens?”

I could tell they didn't believe me but they shrugged it off. Guilt panged at my heart and I rubbed at the centre of my palm again. When it was just me and my dad and our small world, I could be anything. And as much as I loved being out in society like a normal teenage girl, I wished I could live it authentically. 

The girls snuck a look at each other they thought I wouldn’t see. I could almost hear the best friend telepathy going off. They were definitely thinking I must not want them around. With their backs to me, I felt my shoulders begin to tense. My girls had never once made me feel out of place since starting at the Dalton, but I had never been oblivious to the fact that three was a crowd. 

I turned away from my friends when our English teacher pulled the class’s attention to the front of the room. We started our lesson on writing comparative analysis essays, but the only thing I was analyzing was the body language of the girls beside me. The pinch of my thumbnail against my palm was enough to bring me back to the present, and I forced myself to focus on worrying about that rotten history test instead…

[irondadfics]

Hii, I'm sorry for bothering you guys again but if it's alright, do you guys have any post nwh where everyone forget about Peter temporary?

here’s some recommendations for you, enjoy

O Brother, Where Art Thou? by theskeptileptic

8 year-old Morgan is struggling after the death of her mom. Her dad is working non-stop and her extended family of emotionally constipated superheroes are just as uncomfortable with her grief as their own. To top it off, she can't stop dreaming about a brother she's never had and all the trouble he might be in. When she convinces Tony to take her with him on a work trip to Caltech, she meets a student who looks a lot like the boy in her dreams. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem very interested in her. Good thing her dad always knows what to do. A sort of No Way Home, Everyone Lives (Except May and Pepper) Fix It story, where Morgan channels major Pepper Potts vibes, Tony channels major concerned Dad vibes, and Peter channels major college age-Tony Stark vibes. Served with a splash of angst, a heap of trauma, and a sprig of making adults take proper care of one depressed spider child.

Peter Parker's Tapeworm by Ginevra_Benci

Everyone forgets that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. Everyone includes Peter Parker.

The world kept you like a secret, but I kept you like an oath by for_the_night

NWH SPOILERS At 23:37 Doctor Strange casts a spell to make the universe forget Peter Parker.  At 23:36 Tony Stark's heart stops for three minutes. When he comes to, no one remembers his kid, but you best believe he's going to do everything he can figure out why. He isn't going to lose his Spider-ling again.

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget by peacockgirl

Turns out magic doesn't affect AIs. Karen is Peter's only link to his old life, and helps him hold on when he gets low. Meanwhile, in Upstate New York, Tony struggles with the inexplicable certainty that he's lost a kid. Until Peter gets hurt, and Karen tells FRIDAY ... Set in that wonderful AU world where Tony survives Endgame, and our boy (eventually) gets all the hugs he needs and deserves.

Fond absences by frostysunflowers

The thing is, Morgan can’t really remember when she and Daddy started visiting the donut store.  She just remembers being there one snowy day before Christmas, a bright pink frosty donut in her hand, Daddy sipping on his coffee that Mommy says he still drinks too much of, and Michelle and Ned, before she knew their names, looking over some big glossy books that had pictures of people in dark red jumpers on the front.  Another boy had been there too. He looked sad, really sad, and very tired, like he could fall asleep at any moment.  or Magic spells are strong, but love is so much stronger.

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

CHPT 3: Even Asgardians Have Myths

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

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You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish, what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Clip the Birds Wings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65023885 by StormyClockz Peter Parker should’ve stayed home that day. Maybe then he wouldn’t have different powers. Maybe then he wouldn’t be in a different timeline where not a single soul has heard the name ‘Peter Parker’. Nor Spiderman. But it's not like he could go by that title anymore now. Not if the wings in his back had anything to say about it.   Or, when Strange casts the spell to make everyone forget who Peter is, he messes it up. And transports Peter Parker to a world where he doesn’t exist. And at some point during the transport, his powers got messed up. That was the understatement of the year. Words: 3003, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Thor (Marvel), Pepper Potts Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker Additional Tags: The Avengers Are Family, Blood and Injury, mentioned torture, Depression, BAMF Peter Parker, No spider powers, Found Family, It doesn’t start that way though, Referenced Kidnapping, Vigilante work, blackmailing, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Avengers, Depressed Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, the avengers are traumatized, Arguing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Irondad, spiderson, Angst, SHIELD, Uncle Nick Fury, Kind Of, Parental figures avengers, mentioned gore, slight gore read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/65023885

[official-avenger-mess]

🔮Storytime: My First Day at the Avengers Tower🔮

🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧

Okay so... it wasn't a dream after all.

I don’t think people realize how absolutely insane my life has been since the day Tony Stark randomly decided I was “in.”

Like, no warning. No paperwork. No idea what was happening.

One minute I was chilling, walking through the Highlands, minding my own chaotic business.

Next minute, Tony said "yep, she's in". JUST LIKE THAT.

And me??

I just kinda shrugged, nodded like I knew what that meant, and rolled with it.

They told me I had to “go grab my stuff.”

Which, if you know anything about me, you know means exactly one bag of junk:

• My crystals

• My spell books

• A few outfits that looked like they survived a tornado

• Maybe a comb? (Unconfirmed.)

That’s it.

That’s my entire life packed into a canvas bag I probably found in a dumpster once.

I hopped into the ✨Quinjet✨ like it was the most normal thing ever, clutching my bag like a raccoon hoarding treasure.

We flew straight to the Tower.

THE Avengers Tower.

And when I say Tower, I mean literal golden palace in the clouds compared to my cabin that had holes in the walls big enough for birds to move in rent-free.

The moment we landed, it hit me.

I had nothing.

No money.

No real ID.

No family.

No clue how to live like a normal person.

Just me, my disaster bag, and my questionable decision-making skills.

And for the first time in forever,

I went completely silent.

(Me. Silent.)

It was so bad that even Tony side-eyed me like “is she broken??”

Wanda was the one who came to my rescue, of course.

She started walking me through everything I needed to know — where the training rooms were, how the Tower security worked, what my room would look like, stuff about missions, gear, blah blah blah.

I didn’t hear a word.

I literally couldn’t focus.

Because right there, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with those stupidly perfect green eyes…

Was 🛐Natasha Romanoff🛐

And I couldn’t. stop. staring.

I’m talking full-on, wide-eyed, awkward baby deer staring.

Didn’t blink. Barely breathed.

Meanwhile Wanda was being all sweet and responsible like:

“You’ll get a key card. There are curfews sometimes. You’ll have training sessions starting next week…”

And my brain was just:

“That’s a goddess. That’s a literal goddess. She’s looking at me. Oh no. OH NO.”

I probably nodded at all the wrong times.

Agreed to things I didn’t understand.

Maybe even sold my soul a little, who knows.

All while clutching my beat-up bag to my chest like it could protect me from the terrifying reality of living with the Avengers now.

And just when I thought my brain couldn’t take any more —

Boom.

I met everyone else.

I had already met Tony, Steve, Wanda and Natasha back there.

But now… the rest of them started appearing like Pokémon spawns.

Thor burst into the room first — giant, booming, all muscles and lightning energy — and immediately offered me a “heroic handshake” that almost dislocated my shoulder.

Bruce showed up looking painfully awkward and kind, like he wasn’t sure if I’d bite him or turn into a werewolf. (Fair.)

Bucky leaned against the doorframe all broody and mysterious, nodding once like “sup, chaos witch.”

Peter literally tripped over a chair trying to introduce himself. Adorable.

Pepper walked in and just… hugged me.

Like instantly.

No hesitation.

And listen:

I’m not used to being hugged by soft, elegant, mom-energy angels.

I almost started crying right there.

Pepper Potts became my new mom that day. (No offense to the universe. But facts are facts.)

All of them were smiling at me, welcoming me, like it was normal to adopt a stray magical goblin off the street and call her family.

And me?

I was still completely silent.

Clutching my bag like it was a security blanket.

Trying to process how I went from “lonely swamp witch” to “lives-in-a-skyscraper-with-world-famous-heroes” in literally less than 24 hours.

⸻

First Impressions (according to my overwhelmed brain):

• Tony: chaotic billionaire dad, probably going to either get me killed or make me rich.

• Steve: polite, way too handsome, secretly judging my life choices.

• Wanda: beautiful, powerful, 100% adopting me against my will (love that for me).

• Natasha: ethereal, goddess, can’t breathe around her, help.

• Thor: human golden retriever with a hammer. Might carry me around like a sack of potatoes.

• Bruce: nervous professor energy. Might need therapy after spending time with me.

• Bucky: looks like he bites. (Hot.) Probably has bitten people. (please do me next).

• Peter: tiny chaotic bean. Must protect at all costs.

• Pepper: actual angel. Actual literal angel. Might cry if she hugs me again.

⸻

And that was my first day at Avengers Tower.

Just me, a bag of magic rocks, crippling anxiety, and the immediate need to figure out how not to fall in love with Natasha Romanoff in front of literally everyone.

10/10 survival instincts.

12/10 new family feels.

🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧🌱🌬️🔥💧

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Forgetful

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mlakre7 by Marzii6 Peter E-19999 messed up. After his spell with Dr Strange, he's alone. He's lonely, mourning Little did he know, the spell didn't affect just him and his world. The spell affected Peter E-20000 too OR Peter E-20000 is confused on why everyone forgot him? Words: 3811, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), spider-ma Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Flash Thompson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan Additional Tags: Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker-centric, Precious Peter Parker, Alternate Universe, Spell Failure, Alternate Universe - Earth, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Tony Stark Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mlakre7

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Every Breath (I'll Be Watchin You)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xh48z5s by ThxxKitKat Tony Stark wakes up in a field five years after the world mourns his death. He seizes the second chance to reunite and spend time with the people he loves. But one thing is bugging him... Where is Peter? AKA: 5 times Tony Stark's family came to him + 1 time he found them Words: 2045, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Helen Cho (Marvel), Stephen Strange, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel), Harley Keener, Peter Parker Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Nebula & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Post-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Post-Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Season 01, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Family Reunions, Magic Spell Causing Everyone to Forget Peter Parker, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xh48z5s

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Fandom asks for MCU <3! 3, 5 (Loki), 6, 9, 17 (Tony), 22 (Emma)

3. NoTP?

Scott Summers/Jean Grey, Logan/Jean Grey, Anyone/Jean Grey (I mean, if I have to have her around in a fic and shipped with anyone, it's usually another character I don't dig either), Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter, Anyone/Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter, Steve, Bucky, Sam/Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts (I mean, I can deal with their relationship as a past relationship turned best friends, but I'm not gonna read or write their ship as I think they weren't really healthy for each other - like Ross and Rachel.) Loki/Grandmaster (I will make references to it as a past thing that Loki did for survival but he hates it). Loki/Thor (There's some pretty-pretty artwork out there, and I will acknowledge that it's gorgeous and can enjoy it as artwork, but as an actual pairing, no. Just not my thing.)

5. Out of all your fanworks that include [Loki], which is your favourite?

Obviously, my on-going WIP series Hemispheres would be the top of that favorite list, but then I'd have to say I'm torn between these two:

What's on your mind, half of the time, (brother mine)

and

A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he

Both of them feature Loki in vulnerable moments. The first one, he's like 5 and tiny and adorable and scared of the storm. He gets to meet a stranger who boosts his confidence a little. And the second one, he comes back after a grueling time in Asgard with Thor, who's still being far too bullying, and his friends and is really low about it, and Tony gathers everyone up to make a blanket fort (as Loki's never experienced one before), order Loki's favorite take-out, and watch movies to comfort him. Wholly self-indulgent on the comfort side.

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

From "Too weird to live, too rare to die" (Justin Hammer/Loki)

“So Loki made friends with Natasha by helping her with mission stuff?” Justin roped them back around to the other topic. 

Nodding, he answered, “Yeah.  He did some spellwork for her.  Imbued it into a piece of jewelry that essentially all she’s gotta do is think about how she wants to look, and that’s how she looks.  The spell lasts as long as she needs it to, and then when she’s ready to not look different, she just thinks of herself and bam.  Nat again.  No more dying her hair unless she wants to, no more contacts, no more tech that can blitz out on her.” 

Justin looked impressed.  A little skeptical, him being a tech and science guy like Tony, especially tech, but still impressed.  He wondered how Loki’s ‘magic’ could be utilized in their own tech, but he figured Tony had already been thinking about that. 

“Nice.  Sounds like he’s much better as an ally than an adversary,” Justin remarked as he finished with the last of the dishes.  He dried his hands and hung up the towel again. 

Tony took in how easily Justin took on the domestic task of dishes.  Seems like he learned some humility in prison, after all, and wasn’t looking to be waited on anymore.  Perhaps there was hope for guys like them after all. 

“Much better as an ally, though don’t let the gentle smiles and the fun tea parties he has with Morgan fool you.  He’s still dangerous when he wants to be.  He’s like a cat.  Don’t rub him the wrong way or you’ll find his claws slashing your hamstrings,” he joked, but the serious look in Tony’s eyes said he wasn’t actually joking. 

Justin walked over to the fridge, grabbing a glass along the way, and filled it up with ice and water.  He took Tony’s glass from him to fill it up, too, and handed it back, refusing to see the pleasant surprise in that gaze that followed him around to take a seat at one of the tall chairs at the counter.  Cold, pure water rushed down his throat and gave him time to think of how to respond to what Tony said.  Setting the glass on the counter, Justin turned it around and around, watching as the water remained calm even in its movement. 

“You think Loki’s dangerous to people here and you let him stay?  He’s really close to Morgan from what I hear.  I don’t see him much.  Passing in the halls, when we eat.  That’s about it, but your kid adores him.”  Justin let out a breathy laugh.  “I think she adores all of us, though, so I think that’s just her.  Big heart.”  Like her dad. 

Moving across the kitchen so he could belly up to the counter next to Justin, Tony took a drink of his water and set the glass down.  Two men, both at one time consumed by the big buck, by reputation and prestige and power, by controlling the playing field where weapons and tech were concerned, rivals – not bitterly so but rivals nevertheless, now sitting side by side, drinking fucking water for fuck’s sake, when they used to be dripping in the finest whiskey and women.  Burying the hatchet, and not in each other’s skulls. 

Tony never would’ve believed it could happen, especially not after he and Rhodey had to face down Vanko and the shitstorm he brought that Justin bankrolled. 

It was kind of nice, though, given that one of the last people Tony’d wronged in the past had injected his ex with Extremis, which still made Pepper a fiery handful to deal with, but at least, they’d gotten a handle on it for her so that she did set people on fire with her fists anymore.  While he’d never specifically wronged Justin the way he had Aldrich Killian (and really wronged was a little strong for just saying he’d been a spoiled dismissive asshole), he had been a dismissive asshole, which pushed Justin to make one of the worst decisions of his life. 

“I don’t think Loki’s a danger to Morgan ever,” Tony finally stated and tilted his head to meet Justin’s curious stare.  “I don’t think Loki’s a danger to me or Bruce or probably not Thor anymore.  Not since we’ve all sorta ganged up on Thor and told him not to be a dick to his brother.  The stabbing’s stopped at any rate.  You, though.  He doesn’t know you well enough yet, so I’d just say...tread carefully.  You never know when you’ll end up on a mission with him.” 

“Yeah, about that,” a voice from behind them announced. 

Tony and Justin swiveled their seats. 

Phil Coulson met their eyes. 

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Okay look, I have so many bookmarks and fics I could recommend that are tear-jerkers, kept me on the edge of my seat through months and months, that made me swoon, and I could easily give any and all of those. I could and I would! But this asks for one fic, and I'm gonna go with one that made me LOL so hard it woke up dog up from a nap in the other room and had my sister asking me if I was okay because for a second, I couldn't breathe.

Clark's Chicken by @kleenexwoman

I don't normally read DC fanfic. I like DC okay enough to know generally who the major players are, but I'm not invested. However, I am invested in my friends and their creative sparks, unless I'm just really not at all into a particular fandom. I can't really write a full review to say what it's about other than it's not exactly safe for work, definitely not for kids, though teenagers would love this, I think. I think that's why I love it - I'm still 12 and masturbation and fart jokes make me giggle. (There are no fart jokes in this, but discussion around masturbation is.) I want as many people as possible to read this fic because all the laughter in the world could finally heal humanity, I think, and if we could all laugh our asses off at this one, it could drive out the darkness all around us these days. Seriously, I believe this fic has the potential to lighten the world, to drive out the fascists, to heal the sick and sad, to build a protective bubble around the vulnerable - all through the laughter that this fic will grace people with. READ IT AND LEAVE KLEENEXWOMAN SOME LOVE ON IT.

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [Tony] would like?

Book - American Gods - He really rooted for the New Gods at first, especially Technical Boy and Media, but somewhere in it, he really dug Mr. Wednesday, Mr. World (and especially Mr. World's reveal).

Movie - Real Genius

Show - McGyver (remake)

22. Give us a headcanon for [Emma]

So many people give Emma shit for being cold, stand-offish, and snobby, and because of this, Emma performs that to perfection. However, around those who see past this barrier, she's loving, warm, tender, kind, encouraging, compassionate, and has one of the biggest hearts they've ever met - and she uses her big bucks to take care of the people she loves.

Thanks for the asks!!!

Fandom Ask Game.

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Will create works that contain: I am honestly open to writing most things (besides the items in the 'do not' list below), but I specialise in hurt/comfort with a large side of angst. My favourite tropes to write are found family, Avengers fam, misunderstandings, secrets, identity reveal, whump (nothing too gory, lean towards emotional whump). Also happy to write smut.

Will not create works that contain: Kidfics (but Teenager is more than ok) No Powers AUs (unless a temporary loss in the plot!) Original Characters Reader insert Soulmate Ghosts Zombies Magic – well, some is okay, but I'm not down for a full-on fantasy plot a/b/o – I read it, but I'm not sure on writing it.

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Work Description: I am offering alpha or beta services for up to 20K words. I adore talking fic with people - discussing characterisation, plot, word building and character development. If you want someone to bounce your ideas off or help outline a plot, then I am your gal. Additionally, I often beta read for fandom friends - am sure I could get references from them if wanted! With beta reading, I can look at overall flow as well as dialogue. I also can of course check on basic spelling and grammar at the same time. I am pretty open with pairings (Gen and slash is fine by me) and have put down on the list those I have the most experience writing or reading. I am most up on MCU but open to comics though obviously I won't know the characterisation as well! I don't have a lot of things that I won't read, but please contact me if you want to check before you bid.

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Tony Stark Pairings Masterlist

a master’s treat. a pet’s game (ao3) - meowrails tony/stephen E, 7k

Summary: Stephen grows ears and a tail, and gives himself a magically induced heat.

Tony sees a long night ahead of them.

And The World Moves On… It Has To (ao3) - Teamironmanforever natasha/tony T, 157k

Summary: This fic is set Five Years after the events of Civil War.

———

The New Avengers, headed by Tony Stark, have finally established themselves in the world, working closely alongside the UN to maintain public trust. The team has managed to create a close-knit bond, working together to forget the past. However, when Thanos comes to threaten the earth, the Avengers will be forced to face some old ghosts when Steve Rogers and his team of renegades are called in to work with Tony’s team.

The two teams will be forced to face their pasts to work together to save Earth.

Anew. (ao3) - IViv tony/stephen M, 130k

Summary: In death, there was no glory, no redemption, no salvation.

Only darkness and ice—or that was what Tony thought. He closed his eyes in a Siberian bunker and opened them again on his 41st birthday, with War Machine flying into the distance.

Asgard’s Throne (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 3k

Summary: There was a first time for everything. Tony had fantasized about this, imagined it when Thor had first started courting him, but he’d never believed he would find himself seated on Asgard’s throne in such a way.

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 109k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Debts (ao3) - d_aia tony/t’challa M, 59k

Summary: In which Tony saves T'Chaka, T'Challa is grateful, and they both are all the better for it.

Falling Into You (ao3) - sabrecmc steve/tony M, 53k

Summary: Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki’s spell wipes all of Steve’s memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn’t.

Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.

Five Times Bruce Knew Exactly What to Say (ao3) - storiesfortravellers bruce/steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: “When Steve was a kid, he hated being rescued….”

Eventual Steve/Bruce/Tony.

five times pepper potts took care of tony stark (and one time tony stark took care of her) (ao3) - zauberer_sirin pepper/tony T, 5k

Summary: In Pepper’s defense she really did try to keep things professional.

Have I Changed? (ao3) - katling tony/stephen T, 141k

Summary: I liked you more before you met the Avengers.

It’s an offhand comment that Tony wasn’t sure he was actually meant to hear. But he did and he doesn’t know what it means. Lucky for him, Rhodey’s got an answer for him.

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (ao3) - Takara_Phoenix loki/tony E, 105k

Summary: Post Civil War, Tony has to build a new team of Avengers.

Aside from new recruits, there are also two well-known Avengers that return to Earth – with a ship full of refugees. New and more functional Avengers rise from the ashes of the old and new alliances, new friendships and even new relationships are formed.

Though the biggest wild-card proves to be Loki, not entirely unexpected.

However Sweetly It May Storm (ao3) - KimchiKitty7 bucky/steve/tony E, 30k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony Stark is trying to pull his life together and deal with the betrayal and abandonment of his team. One night he goes upstairs to find Steve Rogers in his penthouse, and is ready to try his hand at throwing him out the window. But things aren’t always what they seem. Can they get it right this time?

love is like a stubborn youth (ao3) - owlvsdove pepper/tony T, 9k

Summary: The long-winded story of the meeting, hiring, working relationship, courting, and comedy goldmine that is Tony Stark’s relationship with Pepper Potts.

Natural Talent (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 47k

Summary: Bucky is Boss of the Commando territory, carved out of Hydra’s territory with blood, tears, and sweat - mostly his own. He has a reputation in other territories for being hard and ruthless, but his own people know him as a generous, considerate leader. He protects his land and his people, but otherwise keeps his head down. He has no intention of getting embroiled in any of the other territories’ disputes. That is, until Bucky finds himself in possession of a beautiful companion and learns that the man is far more than he appears.

one hell of a show (ao3) - MillyVeil pepper/tony E, 44k

Summary: Tony gets kidnapped for ransom and Clint gets nabbed with him. It’s rough for them both.

Perfect Soldier (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony, bucky/steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Immediately after Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Steve enlists Tony to help him fuck a mind-wiped and perfectly compliant Bucky Barnes.

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He’s angry and bitter but he’s not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

spit your tongue out (ao3) - deathsweetqueen tony/sam E, 5k

Summary: Sam is the last to come out of the Quinjet when it lands, and he looks just as handsome as he was the last time Tony saw him, a little thinner, a little wearier, more lines in his face that comes from exile.

His lungs are in his throat the entire time, and when Sam finally looks at him, his face hollowed out, he’s absolutely terrified of what he might say.

Sam doesn’t say anything.

stress relief (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony E, 84k

Summary: They don’t love each other. They barely even like each other.

The Guardians (ao3) - GremlinSR peter quill/tony M, 35k

Summary: Tony is pulled out of his funk after the Civil War by actual space aliens when they come to warn him of an impending attack. Now he’s building a new team, going on adventures with his new space friends, and generally just moving on.

When Team Cap comes back, they’ll find things are different than how they left them.

A salty ‘Tony doesn’t need the team back’ post Civil War fic.

Wrecking Balls (ao3) - Bourneblack bucky/tony E, 87k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is trying to make enough money as an escort to take care of his sister after she loses an arm in the war, and Tony just wants to feel a semblance of control after aliens try to attack New York. They happen to find each other and strike up a mutually beneficial arrangement (sugar, sugar), but is their chance meeting really just coincidence?