#starker: alternate universe

[mrclownbae]

♥︎Starker HOUSE MD AU♥︎ this is so low effort/quality but ever since i started watching house MD i've just pictured early seasons!Cameron as Peter and House as Tony (Cuddy as Pepper obviously lol) so this AU has been floating in my head for a couple days...

Starker + House MD: Peter, Bucky and Rhodey as Tony's team, Tony wouldn't've selected Bucky but Steve (Wilson stand-in) had pushed him for it.

[self indulgent, honestly]

[nymph0puppp]

Please help me find this lost fic

It was a highschool au where like all the ships or at least most of them are together. Like starker and Stucky and Peter casts like a spell to get tony back and Wanda knows and in this new universe none of the avengers know about thanos or anything that has to do with the og universe. Eventually new tony gets old Tony’s memories back and things from the og universe start to happen like Afghanistan and the whole “make me weapons” thing.

Tony and Peter go through a lot of difficulties with their relationship but they get married in the end and it’s kinky and they find out that Peter can have kids

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 32

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 600

Masterlist

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 "Hola, bella!" 

Marion stood at my door, arms wide open. It was Friday night, and my high school friend—Marion, a Parisian lawyer—had come to spend the weekend with me. She was one of my closest friends: a fiery ball of energy, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly funny. I was thrilled she was here; she would be a perfect distraction.  

We spent Friday night chatting over sushi and a bottle of white wine, laughing and sharing secrets. I told her everything about my love life and my story with Lucy in great detail. She wasn’t from this city and could be discreet. Talking about it for the first time felt incredibly liberating.  

Marion was stunned from start to finish.

 "Wow, you! I’m learning so much here! I’m sad about you and Alessia; I really liked her. But this story—tell me, from Persian rugs to Alpine weekends—she’s something else!" 

 "You know her?" 

 "No, I’ve seen her in the papers once or twice! You’re going to end up with a major political figure, Ona. Maybe even at the Élys��e Palace!"  she joked.

I shrugged with a smile.

 "We’re far from that, as I explained. After yesterday, with her comment... we’re nothing, really." 

 "Oh, come on, Ona. Sometimes you’re a bit touchy, you know." 

 "Me? Not at all,"  I replied with a pout that made her laugh.

The evening was a balm for my soul. Friends are always the best remedy.

---

  The next morning, the doorbell woke me at 9 AM.   Half-asleep, I had no idea who it could be. Marion was beside me, still drowsy. There had never been any ambiguity between us, apart from a drunken kiss at a high school party years ago. She had been with one of my friends, an architect like me, for years. I had even introduced them.

I opened the door to find Lucy standing there, smiling broadly, a bag of pastries in hand.

 "Ona, breakfast? I brought croissants!" 

That’s when Marion appeared behind me, wearing shorts and a tank top, smiling brightly. Lucy wasn’t aware Marion was visiting; it had been a last-minute plan, and I had forgotten to tell her.

 "So, we have company?"  Marion said cheerfully.

Lucy’s face instantly darkened, her expression now icy as she threw me a pointed look.

 "Come in, Lucy! Uh... this is Marion, an old friend! Marion, Lucy Bronze!" 

Marion stepped forward to kiss Lucy on both cheeks. The contrast between Marion’s lively demeanor and Lucy’s frosty mood couldn’t have been starker.

 "The Mayor! I’ve seen you in the papers! Coffee?"  Marion offered enthusiastically.

We sat in the kitchen, eating pastries over coffee, chatting. Marion’s outgoing nature filled the room. Lucy, however, seemed uneasy, casting questioning glances my way. Marion, meanwhile, grew increasingly tactile with me—touching my arm, wrapping her arm around my shoulders—much to Lucy’s visible irritation.  

I knew Marion was amused by the situation, testing Lucy’s reactions with every suggestive gesture. To be honest, I found the situation entertaining too.  

Lucy’s demeanor became colder by the minute. Her responses grew curt, and she left abruptly, throwing one last annoyed glance my way without saying a word.

 "Well, I didn’t make a new friend there!"  Marion said once the door closed.  "Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Her reaction was just too funny!" 

 "You’re terrible,"  I replied, laughing.

 "Did you see her face? Her eyes were practically shooting daggers! When you said yesterday that you two were nothing, forgive me if I have my doubts!" 

A few minutes later, I received a text from Lucy:

 Nice to meet your girlfriend. 

The message dripped with sarcasm. I chose not to reply.

The weekend was shaping up to be eventful.

[lixy-u]

Daily dose of Starker #5

What about an alternative universe where SIM!Tony and Tony share the same body like two souls trapped in a jar together ? SIM!Tony knew about Tony but Tony doesn’t know his other persona, they fell for the same certain spider but one wanted to kill him while the other wanted to beg for his love.

SIM!Tony x Muse!Peter x Tony Stark

This is post NWH where Tony is alive but half of his soul is damaged which leads to SIM!Tony (that defeated by Spider Man) got pulled from another universe to fill the gap in Tony’s soul.

Another note is OG avengers not dead in this fic.

____

Sometimes there was a hole in Tony’ memories but he pretended it was fine until he exhausted himself trying to catch up with Rhodey’ unknown discussion, Pepper’s concerns about the tabloids saying he's coming back to his old self, and Happy’s distant face.

It suffocated him so much.

Sometimes Tony found himself dozing mid day, it felt weird seeing his body move on his own, it was like watching a movie in a third person view where he was trapped between consciousness and unconsciousness.

Other times Tony just woke up in an alley where he definitely didn't know before, his body ached, lips busted, his mind all messed up and when his body went down from the adrenaline, he felt it instantly, the fatigue and the dizziness washed over him waves by waves. He almost collapsed on the ground seizing.

It was strange, to the point Tony felt like he's becoming insane.

From FRIDAY called him Superior to the new version of his arc reactor to a new substance called Extremis that heavily violated the ethical principles.

But one thing that stood out the most is…the boy.

The first time Tony saw him was not - person to person, but via a painting that hung on his bedroom (he didn't remember when he placed it there). He admitted it was a nice painting, the boy(again he didn't even know whether that person is a boy or not but somehow his mind said they're a boy) no older than 20, he stood there naked with this back facing the audience, white cloth draped over his lower body half hiding his smooth legs and covered up the hidden forbidden fruit, but what caught Tony's eyes the most was the huge spider tattoo on his back.

It was mesmerizing, something deep in his guts arose when he saw them.

From that moment on, everywhere he went, he saw the boy and everytime the spider tattoo made his brain go haywire.

In his labs, in his office, on his bed.

The draft for a spider emblemed suit ? A hand drawn sketch of the boy and more complicated equations for some substance. (That's weird, because he swears he never seen this before and further what's a sticky substance is going to benefit him)

One time, he even saw the boy laid beside him when he woke up in the middle of the night due to unrecognizable nightmares. The boy still got his back facing him, the moonlight peeks over his window draped over the figure, he can see the pretty and delicate shoulder blades, the spine, the bitable nape and-and the curls, my god the curls. He wanted to touch them but he's afraid the boy will disappear.

He didn't know the boy but somehow he can taste him. Yes taste, he felt it in his tongue, the softest on his lips, the sweetness of skin, the copper-like fluid on his palate.

Tony felt hunger. Like he was poisoned.

It finally gets to the point Tony couldn't ignore it no more, these strange things have been going on.

There were numerous reports about a new villain in town, the threat was evaluated to be between normal to Avenger level threat which is pretty concerning considering last time Avenger level threat was Thanos - Tony hates him.

The new villain was suspected to be hell of a genius (Tony didn't want to admit the guy is smart but he earned himself some credits) The villain possessed some kind of super soldier serum but not the same as Bucky or Steve, he also possessed Iron Man copy cat of armor with blue and white - that mother fucker, Tony’s gonna sue the fuck out of him.

Strange enough, the more he got reports from the new villain the more gaping holes in his memories became larger over time. Some days he… even forgot the mission. And the villain got away just in time before the Avengers could do anything like the guy knew what's they're gonna do.

Tony was not sure whether or not he's dreaming, he saw Cap throw his shield to the villain and he missed. God, Caps getting old, Clint is never going to shut up about his ‘ill never miss’ aim assist. In the corner of his eyes he saw Black Widow shouting something but it was completely inaudible, he saw James Buchanan Barnes - yeah the guy he had a hard time to get to an okay terms with, looked at him with sadness in his eyes and Bruce - his science bros, the one who he vented about the stupid villain technology, desperate synthesize something in the labs despite currently in fight with the villain which was not his usual move at all.

Bang !

That's fucking hurts.

Shit. He said that out loud ?

What the actual fuck ?! He saw Clint was aiming at the villain-?! Wait, this is not his suit. This cool and slippery feeling is not his suit at all, this is not how his nanites should be moving- THIS IS NOT NANITES. NOT HIS.

The suit engulfing his body suddenly moved on its own. It flew through NYC, the buildings, the people and its scenery flashed through his mind but he's too caught up with his mind.

WHERE IS SPIDEY ?

He flew across the question written on the wall of a random ass sandwich place.

Spidey ? As in Spider-Man ?

Who's Spider-Man ?

Who ?

Who ?

Who ?

He didn't realize the suit had stopped long ago until his feet touched the floor of his Tower.

He walked forward as if he was hypnotized.

In front of him was the boy…naked in a tube surrounded by water ? No the consistency is too thick to be water and the color ain't right too. Formalin.

A corpse.

He's dead ?

Tony felt like vomiting. The boy was preserved like some kind of exhibits animal.

“Welcome back, Superior”

“I'm back FRI”

His voice got out as he was pushed back.

What ?

“You must be surprised, Tony Stark. I guess everyone will when they see this”

He felt his body move towards a mirror. He still looked the same, no way.

Deadly blue eyes, a maniac grin splattered on his fucking face.

Not Tony, not Tony, not Tony-!

“No, no I am TONY STARK”

“It was kinda a shame that the only person who recognizes the real you first is dead huh ? Everyone else became suspicious after I intentionally revealed my true self, a little play here and there is enough to fool them all. Hell they even like me, everyone is grateful for a more powerful Tony. Everyone but that pretty boy, he got suspicious before I could even say hello. It was really a shame, he was so sweet looking at me with earnest love in his eyes, only to be crushed when he saw me.”

“That spider in every universe, could never stop causing me trouble. That pretty boy with a god sent ass always gets in my way, it was funny seeing him desperate on his knees trying to rationalize me in order to bring you back. He was so cute…”

His body moved towards the tube this time.

No,no,no.

“That I couldn't help but kill him”

“My muse … all pretty for me, for us.”

“Isn't that what you also want ? Stark ? For him to be forever in our grasp.”

____

I really like SIM!Tony, there's too much I want to write about this guy. He's a red flag but I'm blind.

[spiderlinging]

heyy im new to the starker fandom and i need some good fics. any recommendations?

Hello Anon! Firstly, welcome! I would love to give you some fic recs

Full disclosure, all of my recs are either E or M because that's just the kind of person I am. So, I apologize greatly if you were looking for something less than smutty. But! If you're all good with the smut, then buckle up!

These are in no particular order because I would drive myself insane trying to rate them.

Canon & Canon Divergent:

From Thy Bounty by feyrelay, natureboy (natureboi)

2. Literally anything from Anonymous with the tag "author has already arranged a ride to church trust me"

3. Soft Kitty by Layora88

4. attached by pleurer

5. we will never return to closing doors by littlelocaldreamer

6. The Catfish Chronicles by stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou)

7. Waiting For You by ValkyrieShepard

8. here is my hand, my heart by belatrix

9. when the sun came up (you were looking at me) by charonsdescent

10. Scaling the Walls by Starker1975

11. For the Cameras by LearnedFoot

Alternate Universe

1. Genius, Acrobat, Playboy, Philanthropist (Circus AU) by scarletmanuka

2. Detentions and Sugar Quills (Harry Potter AU) by preromantics

3. Make It Last (Mob AU) by TwoKinkyBeans

4. Flipping through the phone book, trying to find your name (Soulmates AU) by curv

5. Brewing Love (Harry Potter AU) by Sparcina

6. Intertwined (Hanahaki Disease AU) by RedLink

7. so we can all Reborn by RoamingSignals

Last but hopefully not least, I've written some stuff myself, which can be found here. Nothing to write home about, but I'm pitching them anyway!

I'm sure there's plenty more amazing fics that are slipping my mind at the moment, but hopefully this helps you start your journey into the wonders of Starker!

[papermacherainbow]

Heya! It's Paper! Welcome to my blog!

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Side Blogs: @papermachemarvel

Events I Mod For: @starkerfestivals @marvelousyahtzee @littlesareknownstarkerbingo

Send me your prompts! I love writing for people! ♡ Currently only accepting Marvel-related prompts.

I write what calls to me when it calls to me. It might be a while before I get to your prompt!

Ships ♡

Bucky x Peter x Steve x Tony in any and all combinations (Starker, Stucky, Winterironspider, etc.)

Pepper x MJ

Peter x Harley • Peter x Harley x Tony

Bucky x Sam • Stucky x Sam

Polyvengers

Some of my faves to write! Daddy/Mommy Kink • BDSM • Omegaverse • Polyamory • Plots inspired by Taylor Swift lyrics • Fem! Peter • Alternate Universes

Will Not Write Peter being intimate with women • Graphic gore, violence, injuries etc. • Extreme underage (15+ okay, 17+ prefered)

[my-starker-sideblog]

Starker fic rec

I promised @underoosthreethousand that I had some fic recs, and I do! I've decided to just post them one at a time, and they will be pulled from my bookmarks at random.

I'm going to start with "For the Cameras" by LearnedFoot, because I am All About pining and getting together and pretend relationships and the emotional pacing is excellent in this story and ... this is just so *chef's kiss*.

No archive warnings apply on this one, and it has the tags Fake/Pretend Relationship, Undercover as a Couple, Pining, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark Lives.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

When You Go From Rags to Riches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61785598 by Peters12and3bros A lot changed when Peter moved into the palace as King Stark's apprentice. He adapts to palace life, makes friends with the elite group of Avengers, and more. It's a lot of new experiences, but he knows that the king will always support him through it. A collection of one-shots exploring Peter's new life after the events of "If The Gear Fits" Words: 2770, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Marvelously Ever After Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Pepper Potts Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Past Child Abuse, Dark Aunt May Parker (Marvel), And Ben Parker, One Shot Collection, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Genius Peter Parker, Any and All Peter & Tony interactions are so strictly Platonic, No Starker Here, Protective Tony Stark, King Tony Stark, And Inventor Apprentice Peter Parker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Warnings for Individual Chapters in Notes read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61785598

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Tides of Iron and Ash

by diplodohcus

Caitlyn, a steadfast and disciplined enforcer, upholds the strict laws and order that govern her kingdom. Piltover thrives on Hextech, a fusion of magic and machinery that has catapulted it to the peak of innovation and power. But beneath its gleaming surface, Caitlyn begins to suspect that something darker lurks—an unseen force, tied to the very magic that powers her city. Whispers in the streets hint at magic’s stirring in dangerous, uncontrolled ways, and Caitlyn is determined to uncover the truth, even if it means breaking the law and venturing into the forbidden forests that separate Piltover from its lawless, impoverished neighbor, Zaun.

In her pursuit of the truth, Caitlyn crosses paths with Vi, a fierce, rebellious Zaunite who has become a symbol of resistance against Piltover’s oppression. Vi despises everything Piltover represents, her rage fueled by the loss of her family. With a sharp temper and a relentless drive, Vi is determined to expose Piltover’s corruption—and if necessary, tear it down. Their first encounter is violent, and their differences could not be starker: Caitlyn is the embodiment of Piltover's order, while Vi is chaos personified, a force born from the suffering of Zaun.

Words: 1205, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Caitvi, caitly and vi, CaitviAU, caitvi fantasy au, Enemies to Lovers, caitvi enemies to lovers, Lesbian, wlw, Arcane - Freeform, jinx will show up, Rival Kingdoms, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Romantasy, Angst

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[crossoverfamily]

Hey!

A little post since its been a while to reassure I still very much want to do stuff here, I just haven't been able to work on it much outside of figuring things out in my head!

On the plus side: I have a solid idea of what I'll do here, I plan to have litltle writings for the most part, where each post is a glimpse of its own "story universe", since the background plot is a very wide multiverse (many worlds combined with parallels of each world, aka each fandom is its own world, and each fandom has many parallels versions). This will allow me to have stuff that explore individual fandom, characters and relationships, and stuff that explore the crossover aspect but not limited to only a singular version of how it happened.

I do plan to have sideblogs that each are dedicated to a fandom (to reblog from this main blog), so anyone who would want to follow me but who are not interested in all fandoms can have a blog to follow that only has what they are looking for. So don't worry if you kind of want to see what I'll do with a fandom/ship/etc, but not everything, I've thought of you too!

Reminder: the "protag muses" of this blog will be Peter Parker (MCU based), Wild (Link in BOTW&TOTK), Elf OC for DAI (Ireth), Allen Walker from DGM, and Wei Wuxian from MDZS. Inspiration for each will vary, they are roughly ordered from most active to less active, but I do hope to work with them all~!

As for possible love interests (aka main ships you'll see): Peter has Tony, Wild has my version of Twilight and my version of a Ganondorf who is has "split" from the Curse (so isn't "stuck" being "evil incarnate" anymore), Ireth has Cullen and Dorian, Allen has Nea and Tyki, and Wei Wuxian has Lan Wangji.

These are the ones I expect to be the most frequent, but there are some dynamic I might play with, namely flirty friends Wild&Sidon, queerplatonic Wild&Mipha, queerplatonic Wild&Zelda, Ireth/Bull, Ireth/Hawke. Rarely, I might write Young adult!Morgan being queerplatonic with Peter (often he didn't age or multiverse shenanigans). Otherwise I like them as family, and speaking of familial, rarely I might have some familial Tony&Peter.

Also with the whole "each post is its own thing", characters with multiple love interests sometimes only have one in a verse, and in other verses, are polyam. In a similar vein: gender&orientation might not always be the same!

I might explore in particular various settings for Peter and Starker (aka not all of them will be canon based), as for the others, it'll be a bit more of canon and canon divergent, but it doesn't mean alternate settings won't happen for the other muses, just less frequent!

That's about it for a rough idea of what I plan, with the additional note that I do plan to explore lore and headcanon, not just relationships~ Basically it'll be a storytelling blog, with the secondary function of an ask blog and the option for actual roleplay!

Wish me luck and stay tuned!

[ashilrak]

Ao3 Fic Meme

Tagged by @60sec400

Rules: go to your ao3 account and find the following:

1. What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

Teen And Up Audiences (73)

2. What are your top three fandoms?

Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types (113)

Hamilton - Miranda (69)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (19)

3. Who/What is the top character your write about?

Percy Jackson (105)

4. What are your top three pairings?

Apollo/Percy Jackson (48)

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson (20)

Peter Parker/Tony Stark (15) [Tie]

Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens (15) [Tie]

5. What are your top three additional tags?

Post-The Trials of Apollo (57)

Established Relationship (37)

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (26) [Tie]

Ficlet Collection (26) [Tie]

6. Does any of this surprise you?

I'm definitely surprised that Starker made it up so high with the ships, but I think that's largely due to just having written enough ships it doesn't take much of one to end up on top. Same thing for 'Alternate Universe - Modern Setting' and 'Ficlet Collection', but they also both make complete sense because I split up my ficlet collections by ship and I used the Modern Setting tag a lot for some Hamilton fics (I can't escape my past).

I'm tagging @mrthology, @charmacden, and @skywalking-through-life 🩷

[starkerhowlter]

Princess Parker -- 9

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

This fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I promise that I haven't forgotten about this fic and I swear the last two chapters are waiting in the queue to post in the next two weeks. Life got in the way and I graduated college!

9 -- Fated Arrangement

        Bucky jumps when Loki corners him a week later. "What the hell are you doing, man?" 

"I need your help."

"And 'Hey, Bucky, I need your help' wouldn't have worked?"

"No. Of course not." Loki scoffs, leading the boy to a table on the patio. "I need your help crossing social lines."

"What?" 

"Tony has a crush on Peter."

”And this is news to you? I thought you guys knew everything.” ?" Bucky arched his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Peter has a crush on Tony too." Loki clarifies.

Bucky  replies confused, "And what exactly do you expect me to do with this information?”

"Peter and Tony need to meet up and talk through all this frustration.” Loki waves their hand in the air ambiguously. “We’ll use one of the empty fashion classrooms.”

"That would work, but neither of us know where that is."

"Gods you absolute cretin. How you have made it this far in life is beyond me. The fourth floor of the Nelson building Room 425." The fashion god rolls their eyes and takes a sip from their $11 latte.

"Oh, like you know where every classroom on campus is.” Bucky sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. When do we want to do this?" 

"2:30 today. There’s no classes in the room for an hour before or an hour after. No one around to witness whatever social travesty may occur.”

"Perfect. I will be there with Tony." 

"Don't get caught, Peter specifically requested privacy."

"Why?" 

"He's terrified of "social suicide" or something. Which I can respect," Loki confesses with an eye roll, "but, he also feels that because it’s a Tuesday."

"I mean fair." Bucky shrugs, "So 2:30 in the Nelson building?"

"Don’t be late." Bucky nods, walking away from the fashion student, rolling his eyes. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Sorry I’m late,” Bucky said, dropping his tray on the table and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth, smiling at the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair. “Yo Tony, check your phone.” Bucky nodded towards Tony as he took a bite of his apple. 

"O...kay?" Tony pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and reads the texts from Bucky. He nods, silently, looking up and seeing Bucky show Steve the message he’d sent Tony, traitorous romantic bastards. Tony tries his best not to scarf down the rest of his food in his excitement. “I have to go, see you guys at dinner possibly?" The others at the table nod, smiling. Tony swears out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve give him a thumbs up. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tony stares at himself in the mirror of his dorm, unsure of what to wear for this. “What do you wear when you meet someone like Peter?” He asks Freddie. 

When the poster (obviously) fails to reply Tony sighs with a laugh. “Useless”

 Searching his closet, he decides on a white tee with his vintage leather jacket over it was good enough. His jeans have tears in them, but not in the way that it looks like he can't buy better ones. Instead, it's in the 'artful' way. 

He cracks his neck, staring at Freddie on his wall. "Wish me luck, mate." He murmurs, touching his hand to the worn spot on the corner of the poster, where Freddie's mic stand leaves the frame. "This could change everything."

_-_-_-_-_-_-

Peter is in the same predicament. Staring into his massive closet of designer clothing, trying to decide on the perfect appearance for the meeting with Tony. He pulls out a dress shirt from Anton Alexander. It's a swear-by shirt for Peter, usually saved for presentations and job interviews, but today, it's for meeting his soulmate. 

Is Tony his soulmate? Peter picks out a pair of red jeans and his black Louboutin Samson’s, dressing carefully in the clothes. He brushes out his hair, smiling as his curls fall into place. He picks up a tube of pale pink lip gloss, brushing a ghost of the color onto his lips before touching up the simple eyeliner from earlier that morning. He nods, just as Loki knocks on his door. 

"Hey, are you ready for this, Peter?" Loki asks, opening the door. Peter nods again, smiling at his friend's reflection in the mirror. Loki has gone green with their outfit today, the color a perfect match for their complexion and a simple statement of 'you can't afford me.' Peter turns to them, "Do any of the others know where we are going?"

"Nope. The only people who know are Bucky, Tony, you, me, and probably Bucky's boyfriend."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. “Thank you for respecting my wishes for privacy.”

"For sure, dahling. I wouldn't want you fucking yourself over royally just because you had a little crush on a boy. But it's already 2:07 and I doubt you want to keep the boy in question waiting?" They asked with a teasing smile, checking their watch dramatically.

"Shit! No!" Peter gasps, grabbing his keys, wallet, and phone before locking the door to his dorm room; Loki following close behind.

_-_-_-_-_-_-

By the time Tony and Bucky find the Nelson Building, It's already 2:10. "Fuck, I hope we aren't late..." 

"No, Tony, he said 2:30. We're meeting them in room 425."

As soon as they enter the building, they feel out of place. The white marble staircase leading them to the second floor greets them and there are pictures of notable designers that are alumni of the school. "Holy, woah. Why have we never been in here?" 

"Clearly, we don't belong in here," Tony whispers, leading Bucky to the elevator. The gold doors part and open to the marble interior, and the two step inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator dings gently, and begins rising to the selected floor. It dings again, as the doors part. This floor is different from the main lobby. The walls are pastel green, and the ceiling is covered in drawings of clouds. It almost feels like a children's hallway. All of the doors are closed and the hallway is dark. "Are you sure this isn't a prank? Bucky this hall looks abandoned."

"Loki said 425. They should be here. What would they gain from pranking you?" Bucky sighs, "Just... let's find the room and then we can decide from there." 

Tony nods, following the signage that leads them around the corner to room 425. 

Bucky motions to the door, "Here it is. Want me to go in first?" 

"Sure. Is anyone in there?" He asks, picking at his nail nervously.

Bucky glances in the window, "Loki and Peter. I don't see anyone else." He catches Loki’s eye as Loki starts towards the door.

Loki opened the door and gestured for Tony to enter. “Well, in you go.” They said as the fashion major exited to the hallway.  Bucky and Loki shared a smile between them, as they leaned against the wall, guarding the door. 

"Um... hi." Peter begins, "Sorry about this." 

Tony smiled at Peter. “All good.” 

Peter chews his lip nervously, the movement catching the other boy’s eye. Just before Peter catches him, he quickly begins glancing around the space.

"So what’s this room for?" The walls are covered in patterns and fabrics, and each model on the back wall is wearing some form of costume. The desk Peter is sat on is clearly his, judging by the leather and glitter adorning the drawings next to him.

 Tony smiles gently, meeting Peter's eyes. Oh hell, how he wishes he hadn't. The moment their eyes meet, he feels like he's come home. Everything that Tony was ever worried about was gone in that minute. He looks so fucking perfect sat slightly above him on the table.

 Oh, how Tony could get used to that view. 

"Oh, it's for Design 101. It's purely for teaching us how to create our own patterns and trace them onto fabric and how to create clothing items. It’s basically a studio."

"But wait, I thought you were a Chemistry major?" 

"Actually, I'm both.” he shrugs dismissively, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.  “I’m double majoring with a minor in environmental science," Peter flushes, pridefully. 

"That's really impressive.” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So” Tony stammers, tucking his hands into his pockets. “So which do you want to use in your future?" 

"I think I want to work with fashion more, but maybe use my chemistry knowledge to write out formulas for new colors and fabrics. The environmental science minor is just a brain workout. Don’t want to come off as a ditz now do I?"

"That's, wow, that’s something. You’ve got some serious balls taking on the hardest major for fun." Tony replies, reveling in the way Peter preens at the compliments. A soft blush tints his cheeks and Tony resists pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead. 

"But we didn't come here to talk about that. I asked you to meet me here because--"

"Time's up." Loki says as they open the door and nodding towards the hallway.. "If you both want to make a break for it, now's your chance. The next class comes in ten minutes."

"Fuck, why can't we ever have time alone. It's like the universe is keeping me away from you," Peter pouts.

"I know, but there's a funny thing you should know about me," Tony leans in and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to kiss him again. Just before their mouths connect he murmurs, "The universe doesn't stop me." Tony pulls away, leaving Peter gasping on the desk.

"It's true," Bucky jokes, leaning against the door frame with a reassuring smile."If he wants something, nothing will stop him." He nods towards Tony with a shrug. 

Peter returns the smile. "Thank you. For doing this, I mean." 

Bucky nods, "Absolutely. I mean, you should thank Loki, they arranged all this. We gotta roll though if we want to avoid people questioning us." 

"Alright. Can I have a minute with Tony though?"

"I mean, I'm not his keeper, but I’m gonna get out of here. Catch you two around." Bucky winks at Peter, texting as he heads out.

"Bye, Bucky!" Peter smiles. 

Tony turns back to Peter with a soft smirk. 

"I just wanted to… I just” Peter stammered. “I'm sorry I'm gonna go." 

As the boy passes, Tony touches his wrist. "No! What did you want?" 

Peter sighs, and curses under his breath. He grabs Tony's shoulders and twists towards him, moving to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek. Before he can, however, Tony turns his head to meet Peter’s eye. 

"Well, I was trying to kiss your cheek but I suppose this will do," Peter said with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to Tony's lips, shoulders dropping at the feeling of familiarity. "I’ll see you later, okay?" 

"The third-floor ballroom? No one uses it after dinner. We can sneak in and no one will see us.” 

"Deal."

"See you tonight." Peter kisses Tony's cheek and sits down at his desk, watching Tony leave. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-

The evening couldn't come fast enough. Tony fights the urge to hang out outside the classroom, waiting for Peter to return. 

If he didn’t think it would jeopardize Peter’s social status, he would press the boy against the wall and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him. Right here, right now. 

Everything in him screams for Peter, for the boy he can't have.

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ a strange and chaotic duo

Pairing: Tony Stark/Peter Parker

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TW: age difference ig ? But Peter is a legal adult.

Rating: Teen (for now?)

Summary : Peter, who newly discovered his superpowers, finds a Tony Stark ready to help him.

or: a starker fanfic were Peter is of legal age

Tags: Adult Peter Parker College Student Peter Parker Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Age Difference Idiots in Love Tony Stark Has A Heart Protective Tony Stark Peter Parker Needs a Hug Peter Parker is a Mess

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Stark's Boy

by vaddahh Lonely boy who longs to be different. Lonely boy who longs to be successful. Lonely boy who longs to be loved. But virginity is his scarlet letter. Inexperience in life is his sin to bear. If only that could be enthralling if he could be. In a world of hurt, of annoyance, there is an ineradicably strong feeling of insecurity that’s probably always been a part of Peter. And no amount of success can change that. He’s lived in Lovell Hill his whole life. He’s now beginning to think the rumors are true, though. Ghosts haunt these streets. But he might just be the scariest thing living here. Or, high school senior Peter Parker, doesn’t know what to write for his college admissions essay. Somehow high school teacher Tony Stark helps. In his way of course. Words: 13463, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Scott Lang, Loki (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker Additional Tags: And the rest of the Marvel Gang, Most of these characters will be mentioned in passing, Teacher-Student Relationship, Alternate Universe, age gap, Aged-Up Character(s), Fluff, Angst, No underage, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternative Meeting, Peter Parker is a Mess, But not as much as Tony I fear, Follows movie: Miller's Girl, But not like perfectly I change scenes and move some stuff around, James Rhodes is a Good Friend, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, You don't have to watch Miller's Girl to Understand this, But you'll probably appreciate the scenes more ig, multi-chapter, Will update rating and tags if needed as fic continues, My first Ever Starker fic I'm so excited, Dont like the ship? Don't read!, also everyone is southern! via https://ift.tt/3lLvb8m

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Inspired by 9-1-1 (on Fox), which is my current obsession. I highly recommend checking it out and it’s spin-off series 9-1-1: Lonestar. If you already like 9-1-1 and Buddie (Buck and Eddie) then you should check out my new main account @therogueheart. Liberty has been taken with protocols and practices here, but the land of fiction knows no rules.

Firefighter!Tony x Civilian!Peter.

TW: Age difference | Under-negotiated sexual content | Unrealistic practises

“NYFD! We’re evacuating the block!”

“NYFD, are any residents present?”

Peter jerked awake to loud yelling and incessant pounding on his door, flailing blearily in bed for a moment before he fell off the side of in a heap of limbs and bedding, scrambling to get upright.

He shrugged on a hoodie and tripped into a pair of combat boots, stumbling his way sleepily to the door. He was operating on barely five hours of sleep and felt every hour he was sorely missing - though his midterms were a good enough reason to burn the midnight oil.

He wrenched the door open just as a firefighter on the other side went to swing the breach ram into it, letting out a squeak of panic as it stopped mere inches from his belly. The man wielding it was huge; with short blond hair and shoulders that could fit a person comfortably on either side. 

“That was close, I could’ve ruptured your entire torsal cavity and killed you!” the firefighter boomed cheerfully, straightening up with a broad, dazzling smile. Peter let out a faint noise and did his best not to pass out, sagging against the doorframe and gripping it. 

He was wide fucking awake now, that was for sure.

“My name is Thor, I’m with the NYPD, Manhattan division. We’re evacuating the block, there’s been a gas leak on the lower and mid levels and there’s risk of combustion,” the man ordered, slinging the ram over his shoulder and gesturing to the hallway. Peter could hear other voices, all similar conversations amidst the yells of NYPD, open up!

“Uh,” was all Peter got out before he was being ushered out of his doorway. Firefighter Thor nudged him several steps forwards before Peter’s brain finally came online and he jerked to a stop.

“Wait! I need my Adderall and my phone! If I don’t call Aunt May she’s gonna kill me and if I don’t take my meds I’m gonna be screwed!”

Thor looked undecided, brows pinching. “You shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay, Thor. Move onto the North quadrant; I’ll stay with this one,” came a voice from behind them and Peter turned, shrinking in on himself a little. 

Illuminated in the crappy hallway lighting was a man who looked like he’d stepped straight off a movie billboard. He wasn’t as tall or the same brand of clean-cut Hollywood handsome that Thor was, but he was just as attractive. More so, if Peter was going to acknowledge his tendency to lust after men twice or even thrice his age. 

The man had black hair swept into a neat side-leaning quiff, a hint of salt and pepper at his temples. His facial hair had been styled in a way that ought to look ridiculous but only served to give him a unique, sharp look, accentuating the shape of his jaw. 

The man winked at him and Peter realised he’d been staring. When he glanced to the side Thor had already moved off out of sight and the firefighter left behind gestured to Peter’s door, which was thankfully still open ajar from where he’d been rushed out.

“Uh, thanks. Thank you...Sir? Officer?” he cringed at his own awkwardness, shuffling past. The man looked amused, quirking a brow and pursing his lips a little, even as something indescribable flashed in his eyes. 

“Sir works just fine, if that’s your thing. But for the record - I’m Captain Stark. Pretty boys get to call me Tony, though,” the man winked again, teasing seeping into his voice as Peter flushed and beelined for his bed, grabbing his phone from it’s charger and scooping up his bill box and keys. 

He lamented not being able to grab anything else, but he knew better than to put himself (and someone else) at risk by lingering. Tony ushered him out of the door with a hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the stairwell. Peter could hear noises and voices on the lower levels but realised with surprise that they were the only two left on the topmost floor.

“You were dead to the world, kid. Thor was banging on your door like crazy. We almost gave you up for not in,” Tony voiced, seemingly understanding his realisation. Peter flushed again and mumbled something about studying, hurrying down the stairs as quickly as he could, Tony a close and solid presence at his back.

It wasn’t until the cool, outside air hit his legs that he realised he was still only wearing a thin hoodie and the shorts he’d gone to sleep in. He shivered in dismay, wrapping his arms around himself. He wasn’t the only one who’d clearly been dragged out of bed - there were people milling around in robes and pyjama sets. 

One poor man was even shivering in a ratty blanket, suds dripping from his hair and into his eyes. 

“What happened?” he asked, doing his best to stop his teeth from chattering. 

“Residents on the lower levels reported strong smells of sulphur and gas. We think it’s a line rupture or faulty heater somewhere. Full evac is protocol until we know for sure and can get started on a fix,” the fire Captain answered, steering him a little away from the main crowd and to one of the trucks. 

“Take a seat, kid,” Tony offered, gesturing to the step-up of the truck. Peter did, flinching as his bare skin met the icy metal. The man left him there, turning away to resume his role as he barked orders and disappeared off into the fray. Peter busied himself with his phone, only looking up when Tony’s voice boomed out over the crowd sometime later. 

“Alright, everybody listen up!” the man yelled, clapping his hands. “We’ve located the source of the gas and the good news is that it’s a relatively easy fix. The bad news is that it’ll take a minimum of four hours. In the name of safety, none of you can return to the building until it’s deemed safe to do so. Your landlord and building technicians will get in contact as soon as they’ve been given the okay for you to return home. In the meantime, I suggest you go visit friends, family, or find a nice coffee shop while you wait!”

An immediate chorus of groans, complaints and angry remarks bubbled up, the firefighters all doing their best to marshal the situation and contain the displeasure. Peter shuffled where he sat, chewing his lower lip in frustration. 

Aunt May was half a city away and on shift; Ned was visiting his Grandma and MJ’s girlfriend had stayed the night, meaning if Peter valued his eyes he couldn’t show up at her door. 

Which meant he was probably going to spend the next four hours shivering at a Starbucks and studying on his phone. 

Great. 

“You good, kid?” the voice was joined by a pair of turnout clad legs and Peter looked up, tossing his phone between his hands. Out in the natural light Captain Stark was even more handsome, a strange mix between rugged and polished. 

“Um, yeah. Just...Trying to decide which coffee shop I’m gonna move into,” he sighed, offering a weak smile. The Captain looked thoughtful. 

“Little thing like you, Mom and Dad weren’t just out getting milk?” his tone was teasing but curious. Peter shook his head. 

“Uh, no. I don’t...I did live with my Aunt. But I graduated highschool early and got a scholarship for the Manhattan Institute of Advanced Sciences. That shitty little studio is all mine,” he rattled the keys in his pocket and shifted. His butt had warmed the step some, but it still wasn’t exactly comfortable. 

As if sensing his discomfort the man shifted, peeling himself out of the huge, heavy turnout jacket. “Here, sit up a little,” the man coaxed, crouching down. Peter found himself enveloped in the jacket as Captain Stark wrapped it around him and tucked it under his ass and thighs, pulling it shut so it cocooned him in the heat. 

It smelt of soap and aftershave and maybe a little bit of sweat, and Peter found himself relaxing immediately, giving a hum of pleased satisfaction. 

Tony was smiling at him when he opened his eyes again and he flushed, saved from embarrassment by a tall, lithe man approaching. 

“Cap, we got ‘em all squared. Company is on the way for the fix. The one-five-nine offered to stay and play babysitter. We’re clear to move out.” The man had a purple band-aid on his right brow and did a double-take when he looked down at Peter. “We get a new recruit, Cap?”

Captain Stark looked thoughtfully between Peter and the man, fingers curling around his waistband.

“Alright. Barton, round up the others, call to move out. Have the one-five-nine use radio line six if they need us. We’re bringing back a station puppy.”

‘Barton’ glanced at Peter again, eyes raking over him before he did something between a smile and a smirk. “Copy that,” he confirmed, spinning on his heel and jogging off. 

“Huh?” was all Peter could think to say. 

“You’ve got nowhere better to go and you’ll freeze without getting changed. I’ve got some spare clothes at the station and you can hole up on the couch until we get the go-ahead to send you home. Rogers can cook, so let’s see if we can’t put a good breakfast in that belly,” Tony responded, nudging him up and out of the way so he could open the truck door. 

And that was how Peter found himself wedged into the truck with Clint Barton, Thor Odinson and Steve Rogers. They crammed a spare headset on him and grilled him on student life as they drove, Captain Stark chiming in from the front of the truck. 

The station they pulled into was huge, newly renovated and vast. Firefighter Thor set two hands on his hips, lifting him out of the truck easily and setting him down on the floor, ruffling his hair before dogpiling onto Steve, both of them stumbling and grappling away, arguing in snippets about door breaches. 

A little dazed, he startled when a hand fell to his back again and turned, flushing when Captain Stark smirked at him and nudged him towards the locker room. The others were already there, stripping out of their turnouts and talking animatedly. 

Peter was divested of the jacket but was given a thicker, warmer hoodie emblazoned with ‘NYPD’ and ‘Stark’, the older man rooting around in a locker for a moment before producing a pair of sweats. 

They were baggy but he double-tied them and rolled up the ankles and found them more than comfortable, shyly thanking the man. Tony was watching him, eyes dark again with that hidden thought, before he seemingly shook himself out of it and herded Peter towards a set of steps. 

Upstairs was a kitchen space and a small common area with two couches and a TV. Barton immediately handed him a steaming mug of herbal tea and Captain Stark ushered him to the table and after several minutes of sitting in their midst and listening to firefighting stories, Steve placed a plate of toast, beans, bacon and eggs under his nose. 

“Eat it before Barton mauls you for it,” Steve advised with a grin, sinking into the seat opposite him and stretching out, one arm slung around the back of Thor’s chair. Peter took the warning and dug in, shamelessly moaning at the taste. The eggs had been seasoned and there was something in the butter on the toast that made it rich and almost a little salty. 

“Better than sex, huh kid?” Tony teased from his side and Clint gasped, throwing his hands over Peter’s ears. 

“He doesn’t know what that is yet!”

After breakfast he was bundled onto the couch, handed a mug of tea to keep his hands warm and the remote to the TV as the others stomped down the staircase, citing organising their gear.

The alarm blared out as he was watching a nature documentary and he leaned over the balcony rail just in time to watch them leaping into the truck, flushing as the Captain shot him a wink before shutting the truck door, it’s sirens wailing and lights flashing as it pulled out of the bay.

They weren’t gone that long, but when the truck pulled back into the bay it was covered in dust and dirt. 

He padded down the staircase, pulling on the sleeves of his hoodie as he watched them all descend from the vehicle. They looked a little dusty and grimy, but otherwise unharmed. 

“Winch rescue up on the hiking trails,” Clint informed him as he jogged past, beelining for a room just past the lockers. “I’ve got dust in places it doesn't belong!”

The worst of them all was Steve, who’d apparently tripped over the winch line and gone tumbling down the hillside. He was largely unhurt, but he was also the last one out of the showers thanks to needing some extra scrubbing. 

“C’mon, kid. Time to earn your keep,” Tony teased once they were clean and dressed in LAFD shorts and shirts. They were filling buckets and bringing out plastic boxes full of soaps and polish, and he almost whimpered when he realised they were going to clean the truck. 

He was practically living a piece of fanfiction. 

Or torture. Either one was applicable. 

It took exactly ten minutes for someone to lose their shirt. Peter didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that it was Steve, who flexed his pecs with a wink when he caught Peter staring. As if not to be outdone, Thor immediately tugged his shirt over his head, baring an even bigger, beefier torso that fed the red flames burning up Peter’s cheeks. 

“Alright, show offs. Stop preening and get cleaning,” Tony barked at them good-naturedly, rolling his eyes as he handed Peter a sponge and flicked suds at the two taller blonds, who pulled faces but dove into the work with vigor. 

In an attempt to cool down his embarrassment he turned his attention to the truck, scrubbing gently in broad circles to match what the others were doing. He’d never realised just how big firetrucks were and he wondered idly how often they had to do this.

“Hey, shortstack, you wanna be on top?”

“Excuse me?” Peter squeaked, rounding on Captain Stark, who smirked at him and gestured to the roof of the truck and the little side ladder.

“On the roof. Tends to get gritty up there,” the man drawled, eyeing him in thinly veiled amusement. It had to be on purpose, Peter realised. Especially when he moved to the side ladder and a set of rough hands wrapped around his hips, boosting him up several rungs.

He settled down to scrub, listening to the soundtrack of the station and the men below, peering over the edge now and then to watch them or to join in the conversation. It was dizzying - having them all grinning up at him, sunny and sparkling and half-naked.

Mercifully, there wasn’t too much more teasing as they scrubbed and buffed and wiped. He wasn’t sure his cheeks could take getting any hotter - but then, where safer to combust but in the middle of a firehouse?

Captain Stark helped him down from the roof again with the same hold around his hips, thumbs rubbing brief circles along the ridges of the bones before the man stepped aside with a quirked smile.

“Hungry, kid?”

“If I don’t get fed soon I might start chewing off my own foot,” he harrumphed with a grin, ducking his head when Clint barked a laugh and ruffled his hair.

“Kid after my own stomach,” the man drawled, taking the steps three at a time in a way that Peter and his short legs watched enviously. 

Lunch was buffet bits like potato chips and little sponge-cake fingers and fruit, which Peter didn’t mind at all. He threw grapes into Clint’s mouth and arm-wrestled Steve and deliberately paid no attention at all to where Captain Stark’s leg pressed against his own under the table.

In the grand five hour total that he was there they got called out twice more, once for a tree rescue (a man who’d tried to save money by cutting his own yard tree, not a cat, much to Peter’s disappointment) and a small kitchen fire that left them bitching for a full hour afterwards about how people needed to stop trying to be Gordon Ramsey when they could barely cook packet ramen.

And then, just when the others were beginning to get shift about nearing their time to come off rotation, Peter’s phone rang. 

It was his landlord, sounding gruff and disinterested as he informed Peter the apartment had been deemed safe to re-enter, although all aparts were going to be required to keep their gas appliances off for the night and their windows open.

The others had stopped milling around in the locker room and listened in with thinly concealed interest, offering nods and smiles when it was revealed Peter was safe to hit home.

“Just on time, huh?” Steve beamed at him, ruffling his hair. 

“Aw, man. Do we have to give him back?” Clint whined in protest, swooping down to wrap himself around Peter like a clingy mink shrug. Peter giggled, tucking himself into the hold and putting on a pretend pout.

Truthfully; he didn’t want to leave. At first he’d been apprehensive about being stuck in a building with a bunch of strange men, but over the course of the day he’d come to cherish their family dynamic and the easy, comfortable companionship.

“You knew he was on loan, you layabouts,” Tony chastised them fondly, rolling his eyes. When his crew had been bullied into resuming their prep to leave, Captain Stark sank onto the bench next to Peter.

“You want a ride back, kid? I live past that area anyway and it’s my fault you’re so far out from home,” he noted with a warm smile, tugging on a boot and stooping to lace it.

Peter bit at his lower lip. Technically; he should say no. He didn’t actually know this man, and being a firefighter meant nothing for how trustworthy he was.

But…

“You don’t mind?” he asked lightly.

“It would be Captain’s honor,” Thor assured him with a wink. And that was that, the others finished dressed and they moved out to the parking lot as a herd, Peter trailing awkwardly along behind Tony towards a sleek, red and gold Audi.

He was hugged and ruffled and treated to a sizable farewell from the others, each of them pointedly telling him not to be a stranger as they piled into their vehicles and drove off in a cloud of muted music and squealing tyres.

When he turned around Tony had slipped over to the car and stood with the passenger door open, stooped into a half bow.

The interior was crisp and clean and smelt like fresh linen when he sank into the seat, tucking his legs in carefully. Tony slid into the driver’s side like he lived to be behind the wheel of a flashy car, slipping on a dark pair of shades and letting his window slide down.

Tony switched radio on to a smooth rock station and Peter let himself relax in the seat, phone still clutched carefully in hand just in case, but thoroughly enjoying the rumble of the car and the way Tony looked behind the wheel.

They didn’t speak much on the way but Peter snuck several glances at the other man, shivering through a bolt of unsteady heat each time Tony caught the motion and tipped his head, smirking at him from behind those shaded lenses.

The apartment building loomed up on them far too soon, signalling the end of a day Peter was confident he’d keep in his memories right up until his last breath.

(And if it tempted him to maybe one day set fire to his kitchen a little bit, well.)

Tony pulled the car to a stop in the parking lot, leaning casually back in his seat. 

“Maybe you should, um, check my apartment?”

It took Peter a moment to realise he was the one who’d spoken, mortified as Tony pushed down his shades to peer at him over the rims with an arched brow.

“To, uh, um…” Peter squirmed on his seat, doing his best not to think about how it was the other man’s clothes he was wearing. “Make sure it’s safe. I mean, I’ve built up a little trust. With you. Who knows if the other guys missed something?”

And what he wouldn’t give for a sinkhole to just swallow him up right then.

But to his surprise Captain Stark just peered at him for another moment, then smiled. “Sure thing, kid. The other’s’d never forgive me anyway if I let you die off in the night.”

With cheeks hot enough to sear a steak, Peter slipped out of the car and practically ran for the building, hyper aware of Tony’s presence beside him as they ascended the steps. God, he was so fucking stupid. Tony was probably going to poke around the apartment a little, open the window then skip on back home and tell his wife all about the strange kid he’d had to babysit all day.

His hands were shaking as he unlocked his door but if the man noticed he said nothing, stepping in behind him and pushing the door gently shut. Peter toed off his boots by the door and turned, watching the man roam the apartment, sniffing here and there and opening the window in the kitchenette.

“Hey, come here,” Tony’s voice called when he was plugging his phone in. Jamming the cord into the device, he bounced out of the room and slid to a halt next to Tony, who held a hand out to steady him. “Do you feel that?”

“What?” Peter asked in confusion, head tilting. 

“Sexual tension,” Tony grinned at him, winking terribly. 

“Wha-- Oh,” Peter rocked back on his heels, cheeks blazing. 

“You’re not subtle, kid. I got ribbed the whole day out over it,” Tony teased him, reaching out to ever so gently tuck one of Peter’s mahogany curls behind his ear.

“Sorry?” Peter tried, fingers curling around the cuffs of his - Tony’s - hoodie.

“I know a way you can make it up to me,” the only man purred, leaning in a little closer. And then all at once he softened, head tilting a little. “Only, of course, if you want to.”

“Aren’t you… Married?” Peter asked hesitantly, even as his heart kicked up a notch and heat gave a lazy spark between his lips. Tony’s brows shot towards his hairline.

“Not since I last checked, no,” Tony answered, sounding terribly amused. “Where did you get that thought?”

And oh, no. The last thing Peter was going to do was tell Tony he thought the man was so attractive it was feasibly impossible for him to not be taken. His ego would get so big he’d float off to space and then where would Peter be?

Instead of answering he shifted, bracing his hands on Tony’s chest and rising onto his tiptoes so he could press a chaste kiss to Tony’s mouth, the man’s stubble tickling the corner of his mouth before he pulled away, shrinking in on himself and rubbing at his lower lip.

Tony blinked down at him for a moment. Then he shifted, leaning down to wrap his hands around Peter’s thigh and hip, lifting him up with a flex of work-honed muscles. Peter clutched at his shoulders, legs automatically wrapping around Tony’s waist.

It was a new kind of novelty; to feel thick, corded muscle beneath his palms, to feel the cut of it between his thighs, to feel the scrape of stubble over his jaw and his mouth. All of Peter’s other partners had been close to his own age and relatively close in terms of build and body.

A few strides had Peter’s back pressed against the wall where he let his head fall back with a thump, mouth falling open on a whine.

“Look at you having your five minutes of bravery,” Tony teased him, shifting one leg so his thigh helped to hold Peter’s weight, fingers flexing against his skin. “What happened to the quiet little kid who burnt up anytime he looked my way?”

Peter had nothing to say, shivering through a hiccupped sound when something thick and hard rode the crease of his thigh and hip, hot between the layers of fabric that separated them. Instead of answering he pawed at the man’s shirt, desperately wanting to see the carved flesh beneath it.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want,” Tony soothed him, adjusting them both before he helped to tug on the fabric, muscles shifting and bunching as he worked it over his head and threw it off somewhere to the side.

“Oh,” Peter choked, setting his palms down on the plane of Tony’s stomach. He was beautiful; tanned skin marred with a smattering of scars that stood out pink and pale. He knew better than to focus on them but he couldn’t help running his thumb over a half-moon scar at the bottom of Tony’s pectoral.

“Emergency field incision,” Tony murmured, nipple peaking at the close touch. “Had to mesh-wall my heart.”

Peter had no words for that, either. In all the fun of the firehouse he’d almost forgotten the reality of such a dangerous job. He ran his thumb gently over it again, as if to kiss it, and tightened his legs to bring Tony into him again.

It made them press together in a delicious, warm friction, Tony’s pupils dilating further when Peter tried to stifle the noise the touch prompted. He was squeezed back into the wall as Tony leaned down, catching his mouth in a slick, gentle kiss. 

“Hey, kid,” Tony murmured against his mouth, leaning back just enough to speak, teeth scraping over his swollen lower lip.

“Hm?” Peter whimpered, trying to tilt his head to reach him again.

“You wanna see why they call me Captain Firehose?”

Peter’s lashes fluttered as he looked up, mouth dropping open for a moment of pure, unadulterated suspense.

“That was awful,” he groaned with a giggle, tickled by the cheesy line and rendered pink-cheeked by the soft, fond look at Tony fixed him with.

“Made you smile, though,” Tony purred, adjusting his hold as he ducked down to press a kiss to Peter’s cheek, lips trailing over the warm skin before he pulled back and away, muscles flexing as he held Peter up without the support of the wall.

Blushing harder, Peter wound his arms around the man’s neck. “Okay, Captain. Show me how to handle your hose,” he whispered, yelping and laughing when Tony spun them around towards the bedroom with a grin.