#tony stark is a precious angel

[museandwords]

we don't gotta be in love (bucky barnes)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, dubcon (reader is a bartering chip), arranged marriage, blood, implied age difference, virginity loss, wedding night, rough sex, Bucky is an animal, reader is Tony Stark’s daughter, alludes to Bucky beings powerful man of ambiguous design, alternate universe, breeding kink, big dick kink, Bucky is in love with her but she hates him, it’s not a fairy tale, it’s primal and it’s kind of messy.

Author’s note: this is just….pure filth, send me to jail, don’t tell my therapist.

continuation is right here

MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY

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You, sweet, angelic, siren-like you. All wrapped up in a delicate lacy bra, a white ribbon in your hair, and your legs spread wide enough for Bucky to slot in between them.

Your glistening pussy was on full-display, tight and pink and soaked. Virginal and leaking slick as you lay there. You’re nervous, though you keep a brave face on as you present.

Your fiery eyes look up to meet his. You’re nervous and you’re scared. He's so big. His thick shaft dwarfs your folds as he rubs it along your seam.

You squirm, not sure what else to do. "Bucky…It's too big, it's not going to fit…" You whine at your new husband softly.

Bucky's gaze lingers on your delicate form, taking in the sight of his precious little Omega before him. He teases the tip of his thick member along your slick folds again and again, reveling in the way you quiver at the contact.

Your innocence and vulnerability only serve to stoke the primal desire within him. His intense blue eyes darken with hunger, your sweet scent of arousal enveloping him.

His large hand grips your chin firmly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze with eyes filled with determination.

"Shh, princess. Trust me," he growls softly, his voice a gravelly reassurance as his other hand snakes between your thighs, spreading your lips further to accommodate his size.

"You can take it, baby girl. You were made for me," he murmurs, the authoritative tone in his voice leaving no room for argument as he lines himself up with your entrance.

With a swift thrust, he enters you, the stretch causing you to gasp and tense against him. Bucky's restraint slips slightly at the sensation of your tight warmth surrounding him, but he reigns himself in, not wanting to overwhelm you. He holds still, allowing you to adjust to his size, his own need for you almost unbearable.

"See, you can take it," He reassures you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek tenderly as he begins to move, setting a steady pace that promises to fill you completely. He watches your reactions closely, his own control a thin veneer over his desire to claim you completely.

And just like that, Bucky made you his.

You should be afraid of this Alpha, this beast of a man who claims your virginity like he's entitled to it.

You want to hate him.

But how can you?

Your whole world is zoned in completely to where he's breaching you. He's so thick, his length seems to never end, and your back arches as you’re forced to take all of him.

It's like you can feel him in your stomach. You let out a high pitched whimper, and your thighs tighten around his waist.

As your eyes screw shut and you grip on his bicep for purchase.

Your virgin blood coats Bucky's cock, and it stains the white veil you still had on as he begins to fuck into you with a steady pace.

"I—…Bucky, I can't breathe…." You gasp, so genuine, soft and whimpery.

With your desperate plea for air, your voice tinged with a mix of fear and desire, Bucky's eyes bore into you, a glint of possessiveness shining through.

"You belong to me now, little wife," He growled, his voice husky and commanding, a mix of roughness and control.

Feeling your innocence and resistance only fueled Bucky's primal desires. He relished in the challenge, the conquest of your body like a prize waiting to be won.

As Bucky's relentless thrusting claimed you, your gasps, so pure and vulnerable, only served to fuel his aggression.

Bucky's grip tightened, his strength overpowering as he took what he wanted, his hips moving with a fierce determination. The room was consumed by the intoxicating scent of your arousal, mixing and mingling as your bodies became one.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you’re forced to take all of it again and again, the feeling of being so full is an adjustment, you hated how quickly you were coming to relish in it.

His arms come up to hook beneath the crease of your thighs and he begins to fold your body into a more submissive position. Your body curls and your eyes fly open, your glassy gaze meeting stormy blue as you can't help but let out a whiney moan from the sensation. The sight of you, vulnerable and yielding, stirs something within him, a hellish urge to devour, claim, push you to your limits as he delves deeper inside your velvety warmth.

You’re quick to realize whether you like it or not; you belong to him, for better or for worse. You go from a Stark girl to a Barnes wife. Tony Stark gave you to this beast of a man. And he takes it. Bucky takes all you have and consumes you.

Like an animal fucking for purpose rather than pleasure.

Your hand flies to the creaking mattress as you grip the sheets, your breasts bounce with each thrust and you begin to let out harsh pants that match each thrust in.

"Bucky…" You whine through gritted teeth as the pain begins to subside and the friction from the drag of his cock inside begins to feel good.

Bucky growls low in his throat as he moves within your eager, wet heat. The sound of your mingled pleasure filling the dimly lit room. His powerful thrusts are relentless. The scent of your arousal, sweet and heady, fills the space around you, driving Bucky wild with desire.

You want to hate this man. You want to hate him with all that you are because you were forced to marry him, to be his wife.

But the way he fucks into you has you confused, your brain more focused on how this Alpha takes your body so well, so dominantly and rough that it makes your pussy throb and your heart swell. It’s so ridiculous, so fucked up in your mind you can’t seem to bridge the gap.

With one particular thrust, Bucky's tip kisses your cervix, and you let out an involuntary scream from the sensation. Your manicured nails dig into the sheets, nearly shredding them as he picks up the intensity and drills harder into you.

You take it, you moan and you whine and you whimper and your tight warmth sucks his cock in, hungry for it now that you have it.

You’re overwhelmed from all the sensations, the way he's biting and sucking and licking your flesh, the way his pubic bone grinds against your clit and the way his cock stuffs you so perfectly that he rubs against your g-spot and cervix every time.

Tears begin to form in your eyes, a sign of your increased pleasure as your mouth falls open, Bucky forcing moans from your lips with each thrust in.

You know the purpose of this, you know what his instincts are telling him to do.

Reproduce. Claim. Mate.

"You're…trying….to get me pregnant…." You gasp out in realization as Bucky's hips slam into yours. You mewl, your body blossoming for him as he continues to drill into your tight wet heat.

Feeling you tighten around him, reacting to his every thrust, sent a dark thrill through him. It was as if something wild and feral prowled just beneath the surface of his skin, urging him to give in to his most basic alpha instincts.

He didn't speak, but his actions painted his intentions vividly.

You should fight, you should kick and punch and try to get this man off of you because you do not want his babies.

But your primal, baser brain won't allow you.

Because it's thriving off the Alpha presence, the possibility of pleasing your mate is more important.

The knot at the base of his cock began to swell, a signal of his impending release. As Bucky pushes his knot inside, your whole body tenses, and you begin to tremble as your pussy clenches impossibly tight around him. With a guttural growl, Bucky's body tensed, his hips stilling as he spilled his essence deep inside of you, each pulse of his release a sick twisted mark of ownership. You could feel the warmth spreading within you.

You let out a muted scream, and suddenly you’re shattering all over his cock.

Slick pools as you reach your climax, your walls constricting rhythmically around him as you grind your hips down — and involuntary action of pleasure as you ride it out. You can feel Bucky twitching inside of you, the swell of his knot keeping you locked together to ensure that they are in optimal condition to conceive, his need to give you a baby overriding any other thought in his mind.

You pant, your body is sweaty and weak as you finally begin to come down to earth.

You look at your Alpha, glowing eyes in the dark of night as you try to read him.

"Are you all calm now?" You ask, in a bratty tone.

Looking down at you, Bucky observed you with a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction. He likes the challenge in your gaze.

Despite your bratty demeanor, Bucky found himself oddly pleased by your feistiness, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, my little wife, all calm now," Bucky drawled, his gravelly voice tinged with satisfaction.

[soliloquent-stark]

everyone, stop what you're doing — it's my writing anniversary!

it's been a whole year since i posted my first fic. since then, i've written a total of 100,285 words across several ships (mostly stevetony) and have been very lucky to receive wonderful feedback and make some lovely friends ❣️

thank you to everyone for your support! i have many fics in the works and you'll be hearing from me for a long while, i hope 💗✨

for now, please enjoy this recap of my fics (for moodboards and excerpts, check out this tag)

stevetony:

🧺 we'll live in spaces between walls (mcu, t, 6,9k)

In the heat of a tense discussion in a cramped utility room at the Avengers Tower, Steve's deep-seated insecurities come to the surface. Tony witnesses a new and vulnerable side of him and realizes they have more in common than he thought.

💌 ctrl-alt-deceit (au, t, 17,1k)

A corporate espionage story told solely through excerpts from CEO Tony Stark's inbox. Featuring romantic pining, delightful office lunches, sarcastic super-geniuses, intense investigations, revolutionary nanotechnology research, unhinged arch-nemeses, haunting ghosts from the past, and an endearing emoji overload by a witty Peter Parker.

🦔 the hedgehog (and one million blue whales) (mcu, t, 8,2k)

Steve and Tony's love story unfolding through a series of everyday moments in the span of two years, pieced together to paint the canvas of their intertwined lives — a precious portrait woven with quirky whale-themed endearments, meaningful acts of service, soothing showers, cherished gifts, and one adorable hedgehog.

💛 honey whiskey (au, e, 27,7k—wip)

Tony Stark, a twice-divorced recovering alcoholic battling depression, unexpectedly spends a night with Steve, a mesmerizing and kind Brooklyn teacher who settles deep in his heart, despite Tony's strict no romantic feelings policy. Unbeknownst to him, Tony made the other man feel alive again, too — and Steve is nothing if not stubborn.

🍹 i’m fine all alone (but it’s nice to be here with you) (mcu, t, 9,4k)

Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica.

📄 annex 11 (mcu, g, 1,3k)

Trapped together during a snowstorm in the middle of a mission, Steve attempts to soothe Tony’s growing anxiety, only to discover that Tony had the solution all along.

🫀 may the angels bow down for you (mcu, t, 2k)

Tony pleads for help from his Angel; Steve pleads for forgiveness from Tony.

🥀 i give you, as you see, a ready argument (mcu, t, 1,5k)

Two things Tony cannot shake — his mortality and a secret love for Steve that lingers on, eleven years and counting.

💗 i live in a city that lives in a different age (mcu, t, 10.8k)

Steve Rogers has fourteen days to complete fourteen therapy homework assignments.

buckytony:

❤️ love is a tower where all of us can live (mcu, t, 2,1k)

Five times Bucky takes care of Tony and one time Tony realizes why.

stevetonybucky:

🎶 you are the sweetest melody i never sung (mcu, t, 5,6k)

Bucky struggles with insomnia, Tony plays the piano, and Steve just wants the two most important men in his life to get along.

sambucky:

🍀 maybe love was always near (mcu, t, 4,6k)

Five times Sam and Bucky’s friends wrongly assume they’re dating and one time they get it right.

samtony:

🥂 the only bad you’ve ever done is see the good in me (mcu, t, 2,7k)

The script for a missing scene in which fugitive Sam Wilson risks it all to deliver a birthday gift to Tony Stark.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Try to Remember

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54139963 by Avengerly Peter closed his eyes and tried to remember... He remembered lying back, with his head resting on his dad’s lap at the piano, just like he always did. Except this time when Peter looked up at him, opening his eyes, they were amongst the clouds. Tony was wearing white, his hair full and thick, not a spot of grey in sight. He looked at peace with angelic white wings and that same familiar, heartwarming smile. Tony was here and he was okay… The sight was enough to make Peter’s eyes water. Just as he did, his father figure gently hushed him comfortingly and began to sing and play the piano softly, the same words as always: Words: 3166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Suicidal Thoughts, Peter Parker Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, don’t worry there’s still plenty of fluff, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Tony Stark Calls Peter Parker "Baby", Italian Tony Stark, Sleepy Cuddles, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Father-Son Relationship, Hopeful Ending, Songfic read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54139963

[ao3feed-petermj]

always an angel never a god

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6JVPzhH by walentynka Penny Parker gets an internship in Stark Industries and somehow ends up adopted by the Avengers. Words: 3270, Chapters: 1/23, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Other Avengers, Skip Westcott Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Irondad, The Avengers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figures, Team as Family, Past Rape/Non-con, Female Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Hurt/Comfort, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, no beta we die like everyone in Peter's Parker life, Foster Care, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Stark Industries Intern Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6JVPzhH

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Peter's an angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PkQVvon

by han_jisung_husband

No summary at the moment because i dont know how to explain it!!!

Words: 690, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Adventures: Iron Man, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Ben Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Harley Keener, Wade Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Flash Thompson, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Eddie Brock | Venom

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Other Marvel Character(s), Ben Parker/May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdown, Trans Peter Parker, Autistic Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Precious Peter Parker, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Bucky Barnes Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Crying, Minor Character Death, Songfic, Title from a Will Wood Song, Peter Parker is a Mess, Singer Peter Parker, Peter Parker is Trying His Best

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PkQVvon

[ao3feed-friendsofspiderman]

Peter's an angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

by han_jisung_husband

No summary at the moment because i dont know how to explain it!!!

Words: 690, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Adventures: Iron Man, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Ben Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Harley Keener, Wade Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Flash Thompson, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Eddie Brock | Venom

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Other Marvel Character(s), Ben Parker/May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdown, Trans Peter Parker, Autistic Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Precious Peter Parker, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Bucky Barnes Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Crying, Minor Character Death, Songfic, Title from a Will Wood Song, Peter Parker is a Mess, Singer Peter Parker, Peter Parker is Trying His Best

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44753617

[reignof-fyre]

I woke up to this. I posted my opinion on Steve's endgame (him fucking off to the 40's to live happily ever after) and why I hated it - sarcastically- and ended up being called an asshole and piece of shit and having to look, with my own eyes, at someone saying Tony Stark is redundant. Also that Bucky broke their "till the end of the line" vow. Couldn't even respond because @zarabithia apparently doesn't exist or blocked me lmao what????

1. I'm allowed to have a simple, innocent opinion without being called a piece of shit thanks ever so much

2. Tony Stark is far from redundant. He funded the Avengers, gave them gear, weapons, jets, etc and without him they'd have nothing lol

3. Bucky never broke he and Steve's vow? Do you think him being forcibly drafted* in the army was breaking it? Or by "him fucking off" to live his own life was the 2 years in Bucharest when he COULD BARELY REMEMBER HIS OWN NAME because of HYDRA brainwashing? Or when he went to Wakanda to recover from said brainwashing and Steve was a literal terrorist/fugitive from the law because he BROKE THE LAW ?

4. As for my blog being devoted to murderous pieces of shits...???? So. I happen to adore Daenerys. The show did her wrong. I love book Dany. And perhaps if you ever picked one up, mayhap the dictionary, you'd realise what opinion means and how, in a free country like Australia where I'm from, I'm entitled to it without being verbally abused.

Have a lovely day.

*I edited this because apparently Bucky was drafted by the army, he didn't willingly enlist. He was going to stay in Brooklyn with Steve. That's LOYALTY!

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - Angel Fire

Tony is an Angel-Hunter, and Peter is...

Peter Parker is beautiful.

Then again, all angels are. Tony’s been following him for a couple of days now, his latest mark. He’s seventeen years old, one of the youngest Tony’s ever encountered, but really, that just makes him easier to kill. 

Not that there’s anyone around to teach him how to fight anyway. His mother is human, and Tony’s a good guy, so he’ll make sure she’s not home when he kills Peter. She’ll mourn, of course, which is a shame, because she isn’t his real mother. His real mother’s an angel- hopefully killed already- and now Peter’s here, pretending to be her child. Pretending he can feel real, genuine human emotions. Pretending like he doesn’t feed off the souls of others. 

Tony feels for her. 

So, he waits and watches and follows.

Peter doesn’t have many friends which doesn’t surprise him. Angels are horribly standoffish beings.

What does surprise him is that even as he follows Peter in every shadow, he never sees the boy feed. 

Well, he is a young angel. He doesn’t need as much as the older ones. 

Tony wonders how many humans this one has killed.

The perfect opportunity presents itself on a Saturday morning. The mother’s out of town, and Tony sneaks into the apartment by quietly busting the lock, his gun in his pocket, as the sun begins to peak over the horizon outside.

It’s nearly seven am. 

The apartment is still and warm when he enters, and he closes the door behind him silently. It’s painfully normal looking. Throw pillows on the couch, homework on the kitchen counter, left overs in the fridge. They’re struggling for money, that much he knows. At least the mother will only be feeding one after he’s done.

Right on cue, he hears Peter start to stir, so he presses himself behind the sagging armchair and the curtains, and watches.

Goddamn, he’s seen a lot of beautiful angels. But Peter Parker takes the cake. He watches as the boy ambles into the kitchen, rubbing one eye with his dainty fist. His skin is smooth and flawless, like a pearl, and his eyes are the warmest brown with flecks of honeyed gold. He’s wearing these skimpy little silk shorts; white with little painted dandelions, showing off those long legs and shapely thighs, and a flimsy button up sleep shirt that exposes the lovely sharp collar bones he has.

Goddamn. Such a shame. 

The boy potters around the kitchen, eyes still half-closed, yawning every so often, and his thick, hickory locks tumble into his eyes, and Tony levels his gun, and takes a deep breath.

It’s second nature now, to see the lavender glow that shines around angels. It’s like a fuzzy aura that hovers just over their skin, he sees it without trying. But the halo? That takes effort. A lot of mental strain. 

He draws on it now. He’ll need to see the halo. It’s the only way to kill an angel. A bullet will shatter it, and they’ll drop-

When he opens his eyes, he nearly drops his gun.

There’s no halo.

Above those brown curls, is nothing. Just air. Almost like a…

He steadies himself, and tries again. His head starts to ache with the strain, but still nothing. 

He can feel his fingers trembling. What the hell? How is this- how is this possible-

And then, he gapes, as he watches Peter dig his hands into a box of Lucky Charms and inhale them noisily. He crunches happily, letting out little moans of contentment and…

He’s eating. He’s eating- human food- with no one around to prove anything to- just for- just for-

For one, absurd moment, he wonders if he got it wrong. Maybe he’s been tailing the wrong person, but-

no. He can still see, clear as day, the lavender light that glows over Peter’s skin. The sheer beauty of him, the elegant slope of his neck, the long flutter of his eyelashes- unnaturally stunning. 

What is he? 

There’s a clatter, as cereal spills all over the floor, and Tony looks up to see honey-gold eyes staring at him.

Oh shit.

Peter screams, immediately bolting for the door, and Tony strides over, and grabs his arms.

“Please!” Peter cries, yanking ineffectually, tears blossoming like crystals, “please, please! I don’t- I don’t have anything, oh god-“

If Angels can’t feel, how is- how is Peter crying? How is he shaking like a leaf with fear so tangible Tony is crushed with guilt? 

But the lavender light- this boy is-

“Please,” Peter sobs, pulling harder, “please, I won’t tell anyone, I won’t, I swear-“

Tony can’t think. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t- 

He twirls the boy in his grip, and Peter startles, and Tony gets him in a sleeper hold.

Peter struggles, and then slumps.

Tony can’t breathe. He draws in deep, worried breaths. What the fuck. What the fuck is happening? 

No halo, there’s no- there’s no halo- he eats, he cries-

The dawn makes everything looks clean. The air is fresher, and birds are tweeting as they start to wake. The city is almost silent; the calm before the storm; the cacophony of car horns and exhaust pipes yet to come.

Tony carries Peter to his car without any problems at all.

Apart from when he gets there.

The front seat? The back seat? The boot?

He’s not sure. The Jeep is pretty high off the ground, and the back lights are doubly secured- no chance the kid could kick them out. 

But- if he’s not an angel, and Tony’s vision is just a little wrong, he doesn’t really want to put the kid in the trunk. 

Jesus, he tries not to feel the skin under his fingertips. Peter’s soft thighs are over one hand, his shoulders in the other as he carries him bridal style, and the slip of a thing is so light, so silky.

In the end, he picks up front.

He buckles the kid into the front seat and then zip ties his hands under the dash, before getting in. Peter’s limp body slumps against the window, and it looks like he’s dozing.

He’s a gorgeous sleeper. His lashes cast shadows against his sharp cheekbones as the sun moves farther up the sky, and his chest rises and falls languidly, like a princess in a story. 

Tony peels off into the road and curses himself as he does so. The mother will be back in two days- but she’ll know something’s off before then. When Peter doesn’t answer her calls. She’ll go to the police- there’ll be posters- missing persons.

This is sloppy. Tony doesn’t like sloppy. But he doesn’t know what to do. 

He could report to his boss. It’s a long drive up to Canada, but he could make it, he thinks. Hopefully. If the boy’s story doesn’t go national. 

His fingers are deathly tight around the steering wheel, and he tries to get ahold of himself. Glancing to the right, Peter’s breathing gently, and the sound soothes him, as dangerous as that is.

The lavender light still glows beautifully from his skin. 

Fuck. Tony exhales slowly, trying to get himself under control. Canada it is. 

***

The kid wakes up a few hours before Connecticut. 

He makes a soft noise, before he seems to remember everything, and he jerks desperately- letting out a whimper when the zip ties cut into his delicate wrists, and he spins to face Tony- eyes huge and petrified.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, yanking frantically, “please- oh god please-“

“Settle down, kid.” He warns, even as his stomach ties itself in knots. He better not be abducting a fucking innocent child. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Yet, he thinks uncomfortably. If the boy is an angel. But how would they even kill one without a halo?

“Why? Please,” he begs, “we don’t- we don’t have any money, please, my mom- she’ll-“ his breath becomes fast and shallow, “she’ll freak out, Sir- please-“

He’s tossing and turning in the passenger seat now, his wrists already marked red with how he’s trying to free himself, his gaze wild and manic like a trapped animal, as he watches the motorway whirl past. “Calm down,” Tony tries, keeping his voice low, “kid, calm down- stop- jeez, just stop wriggling!”

Peter screams, ear-piercingly loud, and Tony nearly swerves the car into oncoming traffic. 

“Shut the fuck up!” He snarls, and is immediately rewarded by silence.

He doesn’t look over for a while, heart pounding. Sweat is budding at his temples.

But when he does look, his heart breaks.

Peter’s got his knees drawn up to his chest, and his cheeks are red with tears- eyes glistening, and he’s muffling his sobs into his arms. 

It cuts Tony up. “Kid, please,” he says, more softly, reaching out- only for Peter to flinch away in fear. He’s shaking so bad Tony thinks he might burst.

Okay. This isn’t going to work.

He pulls over the next chance he gets, and parks the car. 

Peter doesn’t move. He’s still crying.

Tony rubs his face with his hands, feeling sick. The kid can’t be an angel. The fear and sadness is so strong as it rolls off him in waves Tony feels suffocated by it. He wants to let the kid go. Just drop him off here. But the lavender still hovers over his skin.

“Peter, listen.” He begins, but the boy only makes another choked off sob.

“You know my name.” He weeps, and Tony groans-

“Kid, kid, look at me. Seriously. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“You were pointing a gun at me,” Peter wails, cringing into the window. Tony swears he can almost hear the frantic jack-rabbiting of the boy’s heart. 

“You’re not human, Peter.” Maybe the truth will do it. 

Peter squirms. “You’re crazy,” he whispers, looking like Tony’s a delusional kidnapper, gaze swinging to the window, desperately searching for help. 

It’s not an unfair assumption. “Peter, I know you have no reason to believe me, but I’m an Angel-Hunter, okay? I kill angels. I was sent to kill you, but, you don’t have a halo.”

Peter looks at him for a long moment, before he hollers for help again and tugs at the dash so hard that the plastic creaks warningly. “Help! Help, please, somebody!”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. Thank god for his soundproof car. “Believe me or not, this is what’s gonna happen: I’m driving us to Quebec, that’s where my boss is. She’ll tell me whether or not you’re human, and if you are, you can go home, if you aren’t…” he shrugs, “I’m going to have to kill you.” How they’ll do that if the boy doesn’t have a halo, he still doesn’t know.

Peter seems to pause at that. He stops shaking so much. He looks at Tony tentatively. “If your boss says I’m human- you’ll let me go?”

“Probably reimburse you for your trouble,” Tony promises. “She’s very good like that.”

“Okay,” Peter whispers, nodding, even as his cheeks glisten with tears. “Okay, so-so- we just need to go there, and then you’ll- you’ll let me go?”

“If you’re human.”

Peter nibbles on his plush bottom lip, before he seems to sag into the seat. “Okay,” he whispers hoarsely, “let’s go to Quebec, then.”

Not that he has any say in the matter, but Tony doesn’t point that out. He doesn’t want the kid freaking out again. He just nods, and starts driving. 

*

Silence, as it turns out, is not Peter’s strong point.

The kid’s a babbler. Asks a ton of questions. If Tony were a real kidnapper, he’s not sure he’d have bothered keeping the boy this long. As it is, he answers tersely, and then flips the radio on as an excuse not to answer anymore.

Of course, it doesn’t deter the boy. 

“So, how long have you been angel hunting?” Peter asks over the thrum of a pop song.

Tony shrugs noncommittally. “Born into it. My dad was.”

“And-and what do angels do that’s so bad? Aren’t they meant to be, like- good?”

He snorts. Common misconception. “Not these ones. They look like people. But more beautiful. They feed on human souls. Drain the life out of someone and kill them. The death looks natural. It makes them hard to track.”

“Feed on human souls?” Peter repeats; horrified. “Oh. We didn’t learn that in Religious Studies.”

Tony almost cracks a smile. Damn, the kid’s a little cute. “There’s a lot you don’t learn at school, kid.”

“But- if they look just like humans, how do you catch one?”

“You have to train. Every human has the ability to see auras, but they have to harness it.”

“Auras?”

“A light that hovers over people. Humans have white, Angels have purple.”

Peter pauses. “You think I have purple?”

“I’ve been doing this for over twenty years, Peter. You do have purple.”

Peter looks down at his arms, and squints a little, before sighing. “Wouldn’t I know? If I was an Angel, I mean? I don’t kill people.”

“I know.” Tony frowns, “therein lies the problem.” Peter eats food. 

On cue, the boy’s stomach rumbles.

His huge eyes look at Tony hopefully, before they quickly dart away. But it’s been a bit of a morning, and he hasn’t eaten bar a handful of Lucky Charms, and Tony has technically kidnapped him, so he follows the route to the nearest drive-thru. 

Peter’s relaxed now, thankfully. Doesn’t seem so frightened. Seems desperately hopeful. He’s the optimistic sort, then. Awfully trusting, too. Naive. Innocent. It’s troubling.

“What do you want, kid?” he asks, as he pulls-up.

Peter vibrates with excitement. “A chicken wrap? If they- um have it?”

Tony rolls his eyes, and turns into the microphone- just before he does, he gives Peter a look. “You’re smarter than to cause a scene, right, Pete?”

Peter nods, pressing his lips together. He looks as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. 

Tony doesn’t want to, but he can’t risk it.

He takes his gun out, and sets it on his thigh. Peter’s eyes go wide, but he nods his understanding. 

Tony turns to the microphone. “I’ll have three chicken wraps, a cheese burger, a black coffee and…” he turns to look at Peter, sizing the boy up. He’s sweet. “and a double chocolate milkshake.”

Peter smiles so beautifully that Tony feels a small lurch of arousal. 

The thought is horrific. Not only is the kid seventeen, but he may not even be human. Tony shudders, and carefully doesn’t look at the boy as he rounds the corner, and gets to the window. The spotty teenager who hands over their food barely looks up, which Tony is grateful for. He doesn’t need anyone remembering they saw Peter.

He only has a day or so before he’ll have to get Peter to duck when they drive through busy areas. 

He hands over the wraps and the milkshake, one hand on the wheel, before he takes a bite of his own meal. 

Peter’s making contended little sounds beside him, opening the wrap carefully, making sure none of the foil falls on the floor, and biting.

His moan is pornographic, and Tony feels himself grow warm, and starts ahead resolutely. 

The kid devours two of his wraps, and leaves the third one, before starting on his milkshake. Which Tony now realises is a mistake. Even in his peripheral, he can see the way the kid’s lips purse around the straw, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucks- fuck. 

More significant than his arousal, though, is the fact that Peter can get nourishment from food. 

If Peter is an Angel, he’s an Angel who doesn’t kill humans. And if that’s the case- then- would he have to be killed at all? Even if he was-

There’s some shuffling beside him, and he turns to see Peter attempting in vain to get comfortable on the seat. The boy notices he’s watching, and then blushes. He’s got freckles dappled all over his nose. It’s irritatingly endearing. “Could you um, maybe, just tie my hands together? Not to, the car- I mean?”

Peter’s wrists are very sore. Tony doesn’t like the sight of them. He wants to help the kid out, but…he shakes his head. “Sorry, Pete. We’re not there yet.”

The boy nods, and then shuffles some more, trying to find a position that’s comfy.

Tony falls into the lull of driving. He keeps thinking. If the boy doesn’t kill, then he’s not a threat. And if he’s not a threat, Tony could just…let him go. But it’s not up to him. He needs to see Peggy. She’ll know what to do. He just…he rather hopes that killing the boy isn’t the way she’ll handle it, but again, not up to him. 

Maybe he should stop thinking of him as a boy. Because of the lavender light but- innocent until proven guilty, he supposes. 

When he looks over, Peter’s got his cheek smooshed into the dash, curls spilling out over the plastic, hunched over, and fast asleep. 

Tony smiles before he can catch himself. It can’t be comfortable, like that, but the kid’s clearly exhausted. Coming down from an adrenaline rush and some warm food will do that to you. Tony turns on the heater, and leans back into his seat, and tries not to think too hard at all. 

***

It’s a reflex as they drive through towns, to keep his eyes peeled for any spark of purple. 

There are a lot of Angels still around, but Tony doesn’t see any. Probably for the best, really. He doesn’t want to kill one in front of Peter.

He doesn’t know why. 

He just passes trees and people until he gets past the border.

Then the people disappear, and sunlit woodlands spread out all around them.

When Tony pulls over, Peter stirs.

He blinks to awareness slowly, smacking his lips together and blinking hard.

His eyes seem to glow like liquid gold in the light. 

“Bathroom break,” Tony says, by way of wake up call, and Peter lets out a sleepy little muffle, before sitting up. 

Tony’s fingers brush against Peter’s wrists as he slices through the zip tie. He can feel Peter’s pulse; slow and lazy with sleep, and he wants to press his lips to it. 

It’s so fucking dangerous. He’s walking a thin line-

“Are we in Canada?” Peter asks in surprise, as he looks out the window. His voice is still syrupy with sleep. 

“We crossed the border about an hour ago.” Tony confirms. “My gun’s in my pocket, kid, I’m gonna open the doors, we’re gonna do our business, and you’re gonna stay in my line of sight.”

Peter nods, squirming like he already has to go, and Tony bites back his smile and unlocks the door.

Peter jumps out, flitting around the car to Tony’s side and hurrying towards the privacy of the trees.

Tony has no such qualms about privacy. This stretch of forest road is deserted. The sun is hot on the back of his neck, but there’s a nice breeze that sends the branches and the flowers dancing. 

When Peter finishes, he heads back over to Tony obediently, before his eyes go huge and stare at something in the road like he can’t look away.

Tony turns and rakes his eyes over the environment. The blades of grass sway, the branches creak with old age; craning up to the sun, but nothing else moves.

And when he turns back to Peter-

the boy is gone.

*

Alright, Tony is almost impressed. 

It was a sloppy technique, but the kid got the job done. It’s Tony’s fault really, he’s not on high alert. He should be. This case is more important than the others. 

So, he makes his way through the forest. He’s slow and methodical. He’s quiet and he listens. Peter, no doubt, will be running as fast as he can. The kid’s smart. Acting docile so Tony will let his guard down, and what’s more infuriating is that that such a junior technique was effective.

He won’t be so lenient with the boy after this. It’s straight in the trunk. No more drive-thrus. No more nice guy-

He comes to a halt suddenly, when he breaks into a clearing.

A gap in the canopy, where sunlight is streaming down onto a meadow of grass- and there, sure enough, is Peter.

He’s on his knees, feet folded neatly underneath him, his profile as beautiful as the statue of a cherub, and he’s before the hulking great mass of a grizzly bear. 

Tony thinks his heart does a horrible sort of jerk. He stares, uncomprehendingly for a long moment at the scene. The bear- huge and immense- and Peter- tiny and defenceless-

It’s the final thought that kicks him into gear, reaching for his gun when-

“I was calling for you,” Peter murmurs, and Tony creeps forward, gun in his hand, before he sees that the bear is holding it’s gigantic paw in Peter’s lap, and that Peter is pulling thorns from it. It’s horrifying. It’s beautiful. It’s something from a children’s story book. “But I realised I didn’t know your name.”

“It’s Tony,” Tony manages; wrecked. 

Peter’s pulling thorns out of the paw of a fucking wild grizzly bear.

The bear looks at Tony, with horrifying black eyes, and Tony levels his gun. 

Peter shakes his head without a word. “Put it away. It wouldn’t even leave a dent.”

Tony wavers. The kid’s probably right. A bullet against that. Fucking goliath. Have bears always been so big? But where’s the sudden wisdom come from? Where’s the kid who inhaled a milkshake-

“Couldn’t you hear it calling?” Peter asks.

Tony just stares at him. The sun throws its rays against him, and there’s a halo of sunlight around Peter’s curls.

He looks like an Angel. A real one, not a monster.

“No,” Tony whispers hoarsely, as the bear lets out a guttural moan, pulling his paw away as Peter wipes his hands. “I didn’t hear anything.”

The bear leans down and rubs its nose against Peter’s head, before turning away with its massive weight, and disappearing into the forest.

Peter’s still glowing lavender.

“Oh.” Peter frowns, turning to look at Tony with his big gold eyes. “I could hear him. That’s why I came, I didn’t…” he trails off, looking unsure. “You didn’t hear him?”

“No.” The woods had been silent.

Peter looks very troubled, and he doesn’t resist when Tony comes over and offers his arm. Peter gets up, grass stains on his knees. He’s still in his pyjamas- all floral and soft. He looks like a flower child. Like he grew here, in the forest, surrounded by nature. 

“A bird fell in the playground in middle school.” Peter says, and he sounds far away, as Tony guides him back through the forest. “I heard it in class and no one- no one else did.”

“Peter.” Tony says, because it’s all he can say.

“Is that what-“ his voice drops into a whisper, “am I an..?”

“I don’t know.” Tony confesses, “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of an Angel being able to hear animals.” But then- he doesn’t know much about them. Other than that they glow, that they feed off humans, and that they can’t feel. “I don’t think they do, though.”

“What am I?” Peter asks helplessly, and Tony’s touch is more protective than it should be. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but we’ll- figure it out.”

*

The incident sets Tony on edge.

Instead of driving right to Quebec he pulls over at a nice looking hotel. It’s expensive, but he has the money, and the receptionist’s smile turns much warmer when he slides over his card.

But he has eyes for no one but Peter. The boy’s staring at his hand. Squinting hard. He looks utterly dazed.

Tony supposes wondering whether or not you’re human will do that to you.

It doesn’t mean he should want to reach out and comfort.

Tony’s leather jacket is hanging over Peter’s shoulders, draped there, but the bare feet and grassy legs have drawn a little bit of attention.

Not too much attention, but even a little can be dangerous.

Tony gets them up to their room as fast as possible. 

Peter still looks dazed. He doesn’t take in much of their room even though Tony’s sprung for an enormous, gorgeous, airy suite, he just sits on the edge of the bed where Tony settles him, and looks down at his lap. 

Tony checks all the windows and shuts the curtains, and locks the door, before turning to look at the boy. Peter peaks up at him through his curls. “I’m scared,” he confesses. 

Tony’s heart. He pads over, and lays his hand awkwardly on the kid’s shoulder. The boy’s so small. “I know. We’ll figure it out.” We? 

“I can see…or maybe I’m imagining it.” Peter lifts up his hand and squints, “It’s purple. My head hurts.”

It’s a relief, that the kid can see it too. Tony nods, before flipping off the lights. “Get some rest, Pete.”

Peter flops down onto the bed, and wriggles under the blanket with the sort of fatigue Tony’s seen on men back from war. “I don’t have any friends.” He whispers, “I feel alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Tony says fiercely, automatically, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’ve got me.” 

[unholyromanoff]

A year ago today I sat in a theater as I watched the love of my life and Tony Stark die in front of my eyes. I will never forget the shock I felt, the sobs that built up in my throat that I tried so hard not to let out as I stared at Natasha’s dead body at the bottom of the cliff. Tony’s death stung but Natasha’s absolutely tore my heart apart.

She might be a fictional character, but my endless love for her is real. And even now a year later I stand firmly by the fact that Natasha deserved so much better.

I love her so much and I can’t wait until November so I can see her on the big screen one last time.

[iceman-maverick]

im not trying to be dramatic but every since tony **** i feel like i don’t know how to be in the marvel fandom i don’t know how to occupy a space he’s not in anymore 

[neighfreat]

Everybody loves the things you do.

For the way you talk to the way you move.

Everybody here is watching you, 'cause you're feel like home

-‚‘ You're like a dream come true ’‚-

You look like a movie

You sound like a song

My God, this reminds me of when we were young.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Flash is an Ass

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58896598 by TheLonelyHufflePuff With Flash being annoying and his family set to embarrass him on a field trip to his house, how will Peter survive? So, I may or may not have fallen down a rabbit hole of MCU fics so here we are! A field trip fic! Because I wanted to! Words: 1458, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Harley Keener, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Flash Thompson, Original Background Characters, Friday (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Loki & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Clint Barton & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Minor or Background Relationship(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Peter Parker Speaks Italian, Peter Parker Speaks German, Peter Parker Speaks Russian, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Seriously though. Ned is such an angel in this, Precious Ned Leeds, Worried Ned Leeds, Worried Michelle Jones, How is that not a tag, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Peter Parker & Harley Keener Are Not Siblings, Pepper Potts Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Rated teen for swearing, I don't think the violence is that graphic but read at your own risk, i want what they have, I want good parental figures ;-;, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Flash Thompson Bullies Peter Parker, Medical Inaccuracies, Loki & Peter Parker Friendship, Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker Friendship, No clue what time this is set in, Just a happy little word, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, except for Peter, Peter is very hurt, Hurt Peter Parker, Trans Peter Parker, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Bad Pick-Up Lines, The Author Regrets Nothing, mostly - Freeform, i think, Autistic Peter Parker, not a huge part I don't think but it's still there, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker Calls Pepper Potts "Mom", Not Canon Compliant, no beta we die like tony stark, except not in this fic read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58896598

[bladetoblade]

for tony

imagine a mcu that is united today in their love and appreciation for iron man. the man that put everything on the line to protect them before finally giving his life.

not only does earth rejoice for his life and service, but the universe who now knows of the hero iron man.

but on earth, they remember tony stark, the man who turned his life around, who gave back to the community, who was brilliant but not too great to give a person a helping hand.

they all celebrate his birthday. pepper, rhodey, happy, peter, harley, morgan, nebula and the avengers all come together to re-open stark tower, but this time it is a memorial and a center with resources for those struck by tragedy or just those in a difficult position. there is a free lab for those lacking access to wifi or computers, tutors for anyone in need, a food pantry, a homeless shelter, and even a floor simply for games.

pepper tears up during the ceremony, and so does rhodey, happy suspiciously sniffles. nonetheless they smile knowing how immensely proud tony would be of this place. the avengers are happy knowing “avengers tower” is serving a better purpose.

(another foundation is created later: the romanoff foundation created to help orphans and children lacking resources find good opportunities. any kids interested in scientific or business fields are offered internships under the head interns harley keener and peter parker)

wherever tony is he smiles too, he really doesn’t care too much for the attention, he’s not a performer anymore.

he watches his boys grow into brilliant young men, taking on bigger responsibilities and building their own place in the world.

he sees morgan grow into herself. she’s a kind and loving girl, already doing amazing things.

harley and morgan ground peter, who deserves everything but has lost so much even still being a young boy.

tony finds relief watching pepper, rhodey, and happy lean on one other. tony laughs along with pepper and rhodey at whatever is happening between may and happy. as they shoot each other longing looks, peter turns a ugly shade of green.

nebula is with the guardians now and thor seems to have taken a shinning to her. her tiny smiles make appearances, along with her empty gazes. progress is progress.

though he feels an ache in his chest for them, he’s happy for them, and not doing so bad himself. he, natasha, and gamora are sitting on a beach, an orange sun glowing in the sky. they all watch the sun set on a universe made whole in love and gratitude.

(happy birthday anthony, we love you 3000)

[moonie-embracethemadmess]

God, I adore Him

[ameliora-j]

congrats baby!🥺❤️

can I get a blurb with Tony stark and crybaby!reader where he comforts her after she’s all upset bc one of his ex’s shows up at one of their parties

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 // 𝕥𝕤 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 <𝟛

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 𝟜𝟝𝟡

𝕒/𝕟 → 𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 :)

“sweetheart?” tony hums as he steps into your shared bedroom. you’d disappeared sometime in the middle of the night and he knew he’d find you here. it was always your safe haven. just to his luck, you were sitting on the balcony, still dressed in your long sparkly gown and heels, but your makeup was smudged and tears were spilling from your eyes. “what is it precious?” he asked softly as he crouched down on the floor beside your chair.

“why is she here?” you whimpered quietly, haphazardly wiping at your eyes, smudging your makeup even further.

“she probably heard about it in the paper my love,” he explained, gently brushing your hair from your face.

“don’t want her here. she wants you back yanno? ‘s why she came,” you whimpered with a sniffle.

“well then it’s a good thing i only want you, isn’t it angel?” he whispered, kissing your cheek gently.

“don’t believe you,” you murmured sadly.

“yeah, why not huh?” he asked softly, still playing with your hair “the girl out there doesn’t even hold a candle to my precious baby,” he whispered.

“cus tony she’s a model. she’s so much prettier than i am and i’m…” you sniffled “i’m just your crybaby assistant. ‘m nothin’ much and she’s… gorgeous. and skinny. and she’s everything you could ever want. dunno why you came to me when you had her,” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes again.

tony hummed as he hooked his hands under your armpits, lifting you to his chest. “stop it, ‘m gonna get makeup on your shirt ‘n ‘s all expensive,” you murmured, pawing at his shirt to push him away.

“don’t care. my precious baby is much more important than a silly shirt,” he kissed your head softly. “c’mon, let’s get a bath, yeah hun? then we can cuddle all night,” he kissed your head once more.

“you gotta be at your party,” you sniffled, knuckling tiredly at your eyes.

“capsicle will keep them entertained, my baby is so much more important,” he whispered, starting the bath as he sat you on the porcelain toilet.

tony delivered on his promise. sitting in the tub behing you, gently washing your hair and body before cleaning the makeup from your face gently. once your bath was finished, he brushed through your hair and put it into two braids for you, dressing you in a pair of panties and one of his shirts. after all was done, he pulled you into his chest and texted steve to let him know that he wouldn’t be back. and he stayed with you the whole night, whispering praises and reassurances untill you had fallen asleep on his chest, your face illuminated by the soft glow of his arc reactor.