#tony stark x oc drabble

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my mini multiverse of madness…

Clothing Headcannons (Tony x Reader)

word count: 0.3k

a/n - this has been in my drafts way too long and i haven’t written a new chapter for new friend yet sooooo

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Maybe it’s not technically a love language, but clothes are a pretty big thing for you and Tony as a couple. 

You sleep in his shirts every night. There are two in particular that you’ve grown particularly fond of, and he’s got no desire to fight you on this, so if he wants to use them, he literally asks you if he can wear it. 

He asks you if he can wear his own clothes that you stole. 

Whatta man. 

…Salt-n-Pepa song starts playing 

Tony’s got a pretty good and pretty well developed sense of style, he knows what he likes and doesn’t like and what looks good on him. Because he’s so assured of it, you’re aware of it as well, and sometimes, he finds a little bag on his side of the bed with a shirt or tie or something in it that you knew he’d like. 

You like to play a bit of a fashion show with him sometimes. You’ll sit on the good ole sturdy shelf in his closet that really feels more like a seat anyway, and he’ll try on things and you’ll review them. 

Tony buys you stuff too sometimes, but he’s got a lot more fun if he can take you out and watch your facial expressions when you find stuff. 

Plus, he likes talking crap about things you don’t like, and when you laugh at his jokes (even the bad ones), it makes him crack a smile. 

And at the end of the day, he loves climbing into bed with you wearing his Black Sabbath t-shirt, cuddling close to him as he turns the television on and you two watch an episode of M.A.S.H. or something else you like. 

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CHAPTER 28: "Just my luck"

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A/N: two chapters in four days... This is a record for me.. Thank you to everyone who read this.

Pairing: Not really a pairing here. it tapps in a little more into the grief Tony has for his friend Ransom.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1k+ words

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Tony.

“So, what Am I looking at here?” I asked, my head was pounding and my eyes were burning. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Steve and Natasha were standing behind me. Nat had her hands crossed behind her back and Steve was towering over her, his arms crossed over his chest. His shield was strapped on his back. Pepper was standing in the corner of the room. She had a guilty look on her face.

I don’t think I was supposed to see her and Steve together. It’s not like they owed me anything. Pepper deserved the whole world. She has been putting up with my Bullshit for the past six months. She earned a full-paid vacation more than anything.

I noticed Steve looking at her occasionally, checking if she was okay, and I couldn’t help but notice the faint sting in my chest. I wouldn’t ever have that. The one person I wanted to spend my life with isn’t here anymore.

I decided to push these thoughts aside and focus all my attention on the case in front of me. Natasha looked at Steve as he nodded. “S.H.I.E.L.D. intercepted some intel” Natasha started. “There have been reports of buildings on fire,” she said and I shook my shoulder.

“So, we have an arsonist in the city, let the NYFD handle it” Natacha shook her head.

“The NYFD went and tried to find the cause of the fires. The only thing they found was this black substance” The picture changed. “So Steve and I went and took samples but we want to keep them off books because of this” The DNA sequence of the substance Matched with another one. But by the way that everyone was shifting in the room, It didn’t mean anything good.

“What’s the other DNA sequence?” I asked, scared of their answer. Natasha didn’t say anything and just pushed a button. It felt like someone made the ground disappear. Ransom's DNA profile appeared on the screen. I had to grab onto the table next to me to keep my balance. My eyes teared up. “I-is she- How?” I muttered as my voice broke. Natasha shot me a sorry look, shook her head, and sighed.

“No,” she whispered. Then a picture of Killian Aldrich appeared. “When Ransom got kidnapped he was able to extract some or all of her powers” Part of the mission and autopsy report also appeared. "We don't know exactly what killed her. Was it her injuries or the lack of power in her body.  We weren't able to complete the autopsy before she was taken away"  My body ran cold. “And with Malick's help, We have no idea how much he knows and how far the research on this goes”

“He’s making his very own super soldiers” I looked up at Steve.

“That makes them incredibly dangerous,” Steve noted. "Without the proper help and the right environment, these people could bring a lot of damage to the city and other people."

“I am well aware of that, Rogers.” I spit. “But I don’t know Ransom’s powers well enough to stop them,” I said. Steve frowned and scoffed.

“What?”

“How can you not know her powers when you spent years with her?” I bit the inside of my cheek. That stung. I've known Ransom for about 13 years. But I've known her with her powers for less than a year and by the time we both figured it out, she was gone. But Instead of letting him hurt me like that, I bit back. 

“Don’t start with me, Rogers,” I threatened. “You dated her for almost a year and had no idea” I spit, I noticed Pepper shifting uncomfortably on her feet. I knew this must’ve stung and I felt guilty for hurting her like this.“Might I also remind you that we had to lock her in a box to keep her from turning New York into a pile of ashes” I yelled. “We even had to call in your precious Peggy for help" I spit. 

Steve’s jaw tightened. If he could hit me he would've. I admired his self-control. That could never be me. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I said. It was quiet for a bit.

Natasha sighed and said: “So, what can you tell us about her powers?” emphasizing the word can.

I sighed. “Extremis isn’t like your typical super-soldier serum. This is nanotech meets bioengineering on steroids—literally. It’s a virus or in Ransom’s case, a gene that rewrites your DNA, pushing your body beyond its natural limits. Strength, speed, rapid healing, the whole nine yards. But it’s not a one-size-fits-all deal. It’s highly personalized, and that’s where things get tricky.” I started.

“How is it tricky? When it’s personalized, why does it go wrong?” Natasha asked.

“Because it’s playing with fire, Natasha. Extremis works by tapping into your body’s natural repair mechanisms and cranking them up to a level, that’s why when Ransom got attacked by Stane, she survived and that attack should’ve killed her.” I reminded everyone of the incident.  Pepper looked away. It’s the one thing she has guilt about and never got to apologize for. If Pepper hadn’t been there in that office that day, she would’ve died instead and his schemes would’ve never been uncovered. 

“Think of it as putting your body on overdrive, but permanently. The problem is, it has to perfectly sync with your DNA and your nervous system, or it starts burning you out from the inside.” I continued.

“Ransom told me that’s how it felt the first time she got her powers” Steve informed us. “But by the time she could regulate them, it felt like she had them forever. I mean you remember how she threw Loki off the building and flew after him? She did that all on her own” I felt like we were getting off course here. I turned away from him, hoping that Steve would stop bringing up all these memories.

Lucky for me Natasha noticed and changed the conversation.” So, how does that help us?” she asked.

“It does not. It’s just so you guys have a better understanding of what you're up against.” I said, scratching the back of my head.

Natasha sighed. “Tony,” she said, her voice deep and serious. “We need a fix” she sounded urgent. I nodded and sat down. Crunching my brain. The room went quiet again.

After a while, it clicked. “Nat. I’m gonna need a big favor” I said as I turned around in my chair.

“What do you need?” It was quiet. I was trying to find the right way to ask this favor. But there wasn’t a right way.

“Get me Vivian's last known location”

Ransom.

*3 months earlier, three weeks after Ransom came back to life*

I was walking around the city. This time it was the middle of the day and the city was busy with people going on with their lives. I grew up and lived most of my life in New York but nothing compares to this city. Geographically both cities were the same. But somehow they were different.

“You can come a few steps closer Hugh,” I said. “Can’t protect me from all the way there” I laughed. The metal of his armor clanked when he took big strides towards me.

“I’m sorry” he sighed. I shook my head.

“You’re not used to this are you?” Hugh shook his head. “Why?” I asked. I looked up at him, just seeing my younger self staring back at me. He shifted on his feet and stammered. I immediately felt sorry for asking. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. Hugh stopped in front of me, crossed his hands into each other, and rested against his stomach.

“How much do you know about Avelora’s history?” I looked at him with a frown on my face.

“You’re aware of who you're talking to, right?” I asked. “Up until-what?” I thought for a minute. “A month ago I didn’t know who my actual father was until I read a letter that Howard Stark wrote to me. I thought my father was some abusive bastard who never found the space to love me because I wasn’t a boy” I said. Hugh gave me a sorry look. “And I do not know anything about my mother.” I sighed. “Far all I know I might have killed her” I whispered that last part. Hugh frowned and shook his head furiously.

“Dear God no!” He grabbed my shoulders. The action caught me so off guard that I just froze. People around us stopped whatever they were doing and gave Hugh a judgemental look. From the little bit of protocol, I picked up on, I think it was forbidden for soldiers and other staff members to touch any people of the Royal family unless they were in danger and needed saving, and by the way, he did it so easily without thinking, which might be the reason why he never got any big jobs in the first place. However, I’m a sucker for a person with a tragic backstory so I let it slide when I unfroze and smiled at him.

“Easy now, soldier,” I said and he immediately noticed what he was doing and let go of my shoulders. His face turned as white as a ghost and I could see the fear in his eyes. “It’s okay, We’ll just tell the King that I tripped over something and you caught me” I tried to reassure him but he shook his head quickly.

“I’m going to get banned from the country” he squeaked. I raised my eyebrows in amusement but gave him a sympathetic look.

“Not if I have anything to do with it” Now it was my turn to place my hand on his shoulder. I stared at him for a minute until I noticed that the people around us still hadn’t moved since everything that happened and I rolled my eyes. I turned towards them and yelled: “You can all just move on about your day. Nothing to see here” I waved them all off and they scurried off as fast as possible.

I looked up at Hugh and smiled. “Now,” I said. “As I was saying” I resumed my train of thought. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so,” I reassured him again.

“Thank you, your Highness,” he said and sighed with relief. I truly disliked being called Your Highness. It reminded me of all the times men in my life made fun of me. 

“Now, what can you tell me about my family history?” I asked and Hugh smiled. I think I was about to finally get my answers. 

NEXT PART

[v-4-mpmistress]

Let's talk about Requests.

Still open-June 2025

1. It can be character x reader content (SFW or NSFW)(Headcanons or scenarios)

2. It can be canon or fanon couples content (SFW or NSFW)

3. It can be canon or fanon family fluff content

4. It can be a drawing, but i would take more time (any character, SFW (for the moment)).

5. It can be drabbles about the reader in a scenario with other characters or the characters alone but its not x anyone

Angst, fluff, smut, whatever you people want.

(If you don't see one of the couples or characters you want on the list, you can ask about them)

I can write about the next fandoms:

Arcane

Character x reader content:

Viktor

Jayce

Ekko

Vander

Fanon/canon couples:

TimeBomb

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Naruto:

character x reader content

Any character you want except Boruto characters.

(Yes, it can be Genma, Raido, Ibiki, etc. even if they are forgotten)

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Jiraiya/Tsunade

Neji/Tenten

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Ino/Kiba

Kiba/Kankuro

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Gaara/Rock Lee

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Anko Mitarashi

Ibiki Morino

Inuzuka family in general (Tsume, Hana, Kiba, etc.)

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character x reader content

Uzui Tengen (and Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru)

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

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Gyuu Tomioka

Haganezuka

Harry Potter

character x reader content

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lee Jordan

Marcus Flint

Fanon/canon couples:

Ron/Hermione

George/Angelina

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Weasley Family in general

The golden trio

The marauders

Malfoy family

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Marvel

character x reader content

Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Wong

Spiderman (any spiderman from any spiderverse, any peter parker, hobbie, pav, miles, etc.)

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Black widow reader

Asgardian reader (or goddess/god, it can be greek, aztec, etc.)

Deadpool/X-men reader

Miguel O'hara's daughter

Tony Stark's daughter

Tlalocan stuff

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DC comics

character x reader content

Roy Harper

Wally West

Beast Boy

Constantine

Aqualad

Fanon/canon couples:

Batcat

Beast boy/Raven

Starfire/Grayson

Oliver/Dinah

Zatanna/Constantine

Clark/Lois

Harley/Ivy

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Batfamily (any character or self insert)

Teen titans

Temiscira

Roy and Lian

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Others:

Sherlock Holmes x reader (any Sherlock)

Prince Caspian x reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Aizawa Shota x reader

Yuri plisetsky x reader

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Spike x reader (btvs)

Zuko x reader

Hunter Sylvester x reader

Rodrick Heffley x reader

King/Diane

Tecna/Timmy

Addams family stuff.

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If you want, you can give me info on your oc's, and i can try and write the scenario you want to be more specific.

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Commissions Are Open

Hello Marvel Fandom!!

So, I recently got royally screwed over by my last job and lost a lot of money I'd been saving in the hopes of seeing my mom in San Francisco when she comes over from our home country and am trying to find ways to earn a little cash on the side.

Given my gift, I'm hoping this reaches the right people and you guys can help out a bit.

Here is my masterlist if you wanna check out my other works

What I write:

Comfort Letter - $5 (500 words)

Written as a pick-me-up/comfort letter from the character of your choosing. Great for a bad day or gift for a friend who's having a tough time

Personalized Comfort Letter - $7 (500 words)

Comfort Letter written by the character of your choosing addressed to you covering any topic of your choosing

(here is an example I did for a friend)

Drabble (500 words) - $5

Short story (1000 words) - $10

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Long fic (2000/2500 words) - $20/$25

I also love rewriting scenes from movies and TV shows and adding in my own lines/lines for my characters to add, if you've ever wished you or your oc could have been present in a scene I will rewrite it and add your chosen dialogue. Price will depend on word count.

Characters:

Steve Rogers

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Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Will write:

SFW

NSFW

Hurt, comfort

Hurt, no Comfort

Fluff

x reader

Oc x character

Oc x Oc

Oc x reader

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Rape or rape fantasy

Hate speech - character cannot say anything racist, homophobic or transphobic.

Editing and proofreading (beta reader)

If you need help with editing or re-checking your fic, I'm your girl

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hii, welcome to apple's corner. my name is apple, and this is your insiders guide to the yays, nays, and rules of my little corner of the universe.

i write ONLY (for now) fluff, one shots / peices, drabbles, request you can ask me anything on there ASLONG AS IT'S NOT INAPPROPRIATE OR INVASIVE ♡. ).

{ i don't write tons smut or lots of sexual post because I miss reading about men yearning, mutual pinning, desperate for touch, smell and taste of the women they're in love with . so i wanna bring that back. and i know there are tons of girls who want as well, i see ya'll}

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- pronouns : she/her/hers

- afro - latina, american

- fav music : pop, rap, country, country pop, contemporary r&b, dance hall, hyper pop, dance pop & edm

- fav music artist : gracie abrams, erkyah badu, taylor swift, beyonce, cleo sol, HER, daniel ceaser, tate mcrae, britney spears and ariana grande

- quote living by right now : "move your body like you love it (i love to dance)

- i have a chiweenie mix her name's belle and she's two years old

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here in my libary, you will read about the various fandoms that i love and write for

• batman & / batman family (jason todd, dick grayson & tim drake )

• marvel : any male characters

• avengers- bucky, steve rodgers, tony stark, bruce banner, clint , thor, loki, quicksilver, etc....

• ALL x-men (male only !)

• harry potter

• oc's sometimes

• will add future fandoms

for female characters, I write only about female friendships, platonic love & scenarios. I am not homophoic. I just prefer not to write about these things.

as for y/n OR (insert character x reader ). Y/N will be typically female, she is black, tall, curvy, smart and has tons of intrest. there are not enough black female Y/N's for me nor young women like me. She has no set personality or type, she truly is a barbie you fill with your own life.

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WIP THURSDAY

Hi hi! I've never done one of these before, but I'm trying to be back in my writer bag so I wanted to just let everyone know what I have in the queue. Full disclosure, I did have a death in the family last week so I haven't written at all lately, BUT I do have a couple almost finished fics that I wanted to let ya'll know to be on the lookout for and I can know what you're most excited for.

Plus, I owe y'all a sneak peek too right? :)

Untitled - Tony Stark x Past Black!OC (Melanie Houghton), Tony x Black!Daughter (Nia)

Tony's daughter gets in trouble at school. Fluff piece mostly. warnings: microagressions/racism in school

Seduce - Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Just a smutty drabble based on the Russ song of the same name. warnings: choking kink

Fall Slowly - Kane Hamilton x Black!Reader

Kane and Reader in a toxic ass relationship. Drabble based on the Joyner Lucas song of the same name. warnings: domestic violence

What's it Gonna Be? - Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size Reader (nicknamed 'Cookie')

AU-Season 3, A tale as old as time. Girl likes boy. Other girl also likes boy. Boy likes one girl more than the other. Which girl is which? warnings: fatphobia, childhood bullying, canon violence (none of these are featured in the sneak peek)

Below the break is the aforementioned sneak peek. Thanks as always for the support. xo

Franklin just watched as you tried blowing the piece of hair out of your eyesight. He traced your forehead, down your nose, your juicy lips, and chin with his eyes. He could stare at you all day.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You squinted at him, trying to gauge where he was coming from. “Don’t play with me, Frankie.”

“I’m not playing. You do know that, right?”

His eyes stayed on you and you tried maintaining eye contact as well but you soon felt overwhelmed so you looked away at the people skating.

Franklin wouldn’t let you hide so he gripped your chin to bring your attention back to him. “Right?”

You bit your lip before replying, “Of course I know that. Why are you saying it?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ve ever told you, and it needed to be said.” He answered, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

To him, it was.

Once again, he left you speechless. Your head tilted to the side as you studied him suspiciously “Well thanks, I think.”

“You think?” His eyebrow rose. Now he was the one confused by what you said.

You pursed your lips for a second before broaching the subject. “How’s Mel?”

“She’s aight I guess.” He shrugged, breaking eye contact with you and looking off to the side. His body language completely changed. “She’s leaving soon.”

“Hm. Pity.” You deadpanned, smacking his hand down so he wasn’t touching your face anymore.

“Cookie-” Franklin began but you cut him off.

“Save it.” You stood up to walk away when you were stopped by a warm hand on your stomach.

“Wait a second…” Franklin insisted, standing up the same moment you did. His fingers flexed on your stomach to keep you in place.

You both stood there quietly for a moment before your eyes went from his hand to his face. Your heads were close together with an inch of space between them. You wanted to kiss him. Declare your love for him. But all you could do was stare.

“Franklin?” A voice called out and you looked over his shoulder to see Mel standing there with skates in her hands. “I’m on my break.”

You smirked at Franklin and nodded your head towards Mel. “There go yo lil friend.” You raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

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Hooked On A Feeling

Little Marvel drabble cause I felt like it ig. And who doesn't love a large dish of angst every now and then?

TW: Infinity War Trauma, depression, OC x Canon, Self neglect, mentions of violence, blood and impalement, mentions of Thanos (that purple dickhead is a warning himself, ok?), suicidal thoughts if you squint, plot twist 👀, whole lotta angst

Takes place right after Infinity War and before Endgame.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: Personal Marvel AU, called Stargazing. Basically in this Stargazing!AU, Peter Quill wasn't the only kid the Ravagers had abducted that night many years ago...

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On the Milano, Somewhere in Space..

How did it all come down to this?

Aaron was laying in her and Peter's bed, curled up on her side.

One of Peter's spare Ravager jackets was pulled over her body, a weak attempt to fight the chill that was creeping up on her.

Peter's Walkman sat on the bedside table, the headphones neatly resting on top of it. They had been the only thing that had keeping her entertained.

That is until the batteries had died.

Now the only thing Aaron could do, was lay in bed, inhaling what was left of Peter's scent, too weak to do anything else.

But it wouldn't be too long before that faded away as well.

Just like Quill had himself.

That had been about two weeks ago.

Ten days ago, what was left of the Guardians of the Galaxy, had met Ironman, Spiderman and a wizard named Dr. Strange.

Ten days ago, Aaron, along with Peter Quill, Drax, Mantis, Nebula, Tony, Peter Parker and Dr. Strange had attempted to make a stand against Thanos on Titan.

Ten days ago, Thanos had impaled Aaron with the blade he had snapped off of Tony's suit.

Ten days ago, Peter Quill had crumbled into ashes before her eyes.

And now Aaron, along with Tony and Nebula, were stuck on the Milano, stranded in space. With the fuel cells cracked, and the supplies running low, things looked grim.

She shifted in the bed with a pained hiss, the wound in her abdomen sending a searing pain through her.

Sliding a hand down to her midsection, Aaron lightly traced the bloodstained bandages that were wrapped there.

She knew that she would need more than that. The deep wound had been sealed with a foam sealant from Tony's suit.

But that didn't stop the infection from setting in.

Tony had been trying to take care of her the best he could, with what limited supplies they had. But fever-reducing pills and pain-killers could only do so much.

And they were nothing against an impalement wound.

So Aaron just laid in bed, brown eyes staring at nothing.

Almost as if she was waiting.

Waiting for what? Death? A miracle? She didn't know.

Her hand slid up from her midsection, to a chain around her neck, clasping the silver jewelry in her hand, trying to focus on anything besides the dull aching throb in her torso.

She heard the sounds of Nebula and Tony conversing in the Milano's common room, sounding as if they were playing a game of some sort.

In normal circumstances, Aaron would be out there with them, probably betting on who she thought was gonna win.

But it wasn't normal circumstances.

It had stopped being normal awhile ago.

Besides, she didn't want to interact with her dad anyway.

Aaron inhaled and let out a sigh, briefly squeezing her eyes shut when it sent a shock of pain through her.

She lifted the silver pendant from the necklace, pressing the cold metal against her lips and closing her eyes.

The cool metal felt nice against her flushed skin.

It was stupid, the grudge she held against Tony.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't his fault that Aaron, only ten years old at the time, had been snatched off of the roof of Stark tower by Ravagers.

Tony had always told her not to go up on the roof alone.

But Aaron was a Stark.

And since when did Starks do what they were told?

Ten year old Aaron Stark had been hopeful and naive, thinking that nothing would stop her dad from getting his little girl back.

Until she learned the hard way that even a father's love has its limits.

It took her about 5 years to realize that.

And now, here she was, years later: Aaron Maria Stark, aka Starstrider, all grown up, having been a Ravager, a Guardian of the Galaxy, girlfriend to Peter Quill, holding a dumb resentment against her own father.

Hearing footsteps headed towards her room, Aaron pulled the Ravager jacket more snugly against her, looking away from the door, still holding the pendant against her lips.

She knew who it was before he even knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door opened, and Tony peeked inside the room.

His expression fell upon seeing his daughter curled up on the bed, looking like a abandoned puppy.

And in a way, she was.

He had failed to find her after she had went missing, unaware of her being swept away into space.

And then with Loki attacking New York, and the whole ordeal with Ultron, he had just kinda.. put her situation on the back burner.

With an expression of concern and guilt, Tony silently approached the bed.

He knew Aaron was mad at him. She had made that clear with her outburst towards him on Titan.

But it didn't stop him from wanting to make things right.

How?

He wasn't sure.

Tony wandered over to the side of the bed, carefully sitting down on the mattress with an exhale, careful not to jostle Aaron.

She didn't even look at him, still curled up on her side on the bed, continuing to stare at the wall, the silver pendant still held against her lips.

It was hard to see her like this. His little girl, once so full of energy and fire, now dulled down to a flickering ember.

He let his gaze travel around the room briefly, spotting the Walkman on the bedside table, some polaroid photos pinned to the wall, a few pieces of clothing scattered around the room.

After a brief moment, Tony finally spoke up. "Hey kiddo... how you feeling?"

Aaron blinked, briefly glancing at him, before pulling Quill's jacket more snugly against her, and staring at the wall once more.

"Cold." Was all she said, her voice hoarse.

Tony frowned, the look of concern on his face growing.

He leaned over, hesitantly reaching out  to brush her dark hair away from her face, revealing her flushed cheeks.

"You're burning up.." He muttered, feeling her forehead.

"Mmh." She hummed in acknowledgement, still not even bothering to look at him.

"We need to get your fever down.." Tony said outloud to both her and himself. But he wasn't sure how.

They had used up the fever medicine, with it hardly doing anything. A damp wash cloth might help, but they had barely any water, so that was a no-go as well.

She didn't respond to those words, continuing to roll the silver pendant (at least, Tony thought it was a pendent, he couldn't tell with her hand covering it) against her lips, staring into nothing.

The man sighed, gently combing his fingers through his daughter's hair, in somewhat of an attempt to comfort her as he studied her face.

"When was the last time you ate something?" He asked, noticing how pale and guant she looked.

"Don't know..." She muttered, attempting to shift slightly, but winced with a small grunt.

Tony sighed, his expression pained as he saw Aaron wince in pain at even the slightest movement.

"You need to eat something.." he said softly, his hand still gently stroking her hair. "I think there's a few granola bars left.."

"Not hungry.." Aaron muttered, closing her eyes at his touch, letting go of the pendant, her hand falling back onto the bed. "Hurts to get up.."

He sighed, gently placing his hand on top of hers, his thumb rubbing her knuckles gently.

"I know it hurts, but you gotta try to eat something. Even just a little bit." He pressed on.

"Mmh." She hummed in acknowledgement once more, eyes still closed.

"You need to try to eat something. I know it hurts right now, but you'll just get worse if you keep starving yourself.. you can't just lay here and let yourself fade away." He said a bit more firmly, still gently brushing the back of her hand with his thumb.

Aaron didn't respond, the only sign she was still alive was her ragged breathing.

"Come on, kiddo. You can't keep doing this. You have to eat, you have to get up, you have to take care of yourself. You can't just give up like this.. Just try.. for me."

"I don't have to do anything for you.." Aaron muttered, pulling her hand out of his grip, tucking it under Quill's jacket once more.

He felt a pang of hurt at her words, but he tried to bury it, knowing that she was hurting and angry.

He bit back the urge to snap at her, instead taking a deep breath and speaking softly."I know.. I just.. I just want to take care of you, sweetheart.. I hate seeing you like this.."

Tony said, pulling his hand back, resting his elbows on his knees.

Aaron stayed silent once more.

Tony huffed, shaking his head. "Your boyfriend wouldn't want to see you like this either-.."

Aaron merely scowled at that comment, her hand going up to her pendant again, clutching it so hard, her hand shook.

"Don't.." She said, her voice low.

"I can't just sit here and watch you fade away" Tony said, getting slightly frustrated. "I can't lose you.. not again.."

That didn't get a response either.

Aaron merely pulled the jacket up, burying her face in it.

He felt a pang of helplessness as he watched his daughter tuck her head under the jacket, shutting him out. He knew that he couldn't force her to do anything. He couldn't force her to eat, he couldn't force her to get better.

With a sigh, Tony rubbed his face in his hands, feeling a mix of frustration, worry, uncertainty, helplessness and guilt.

Knowing he wasn't gonna get anywhere with her, he slowly stood up, running a hand through his hair.

He cast one glance back at Aaron, seeing her curled up form on the bed, the sight alone send another pang of guilt through him.

Then he wandered towards the door.

But as he made it to the doorway, Aaron spoke up again, in hoarse voice.

"Quill wasn't just my boyfriend."

Hearing her speak up from the bed make Tony stop and look back, brows furrowed.

After a few moments of silence, Tony spoke up again.

"Then what was he?" He asked carefully.

There was a slight movement from he bed, Aaron lifting her hand, letting the silver pendant dangle from the chain that held it, letting Tony see what she had been holding in her palm.

Focusing his attention on it, Tony's expression fell upon realizing what it was.

On the necklace, was a diamond ring.

"He was my fiance.."

~°•☆•°~ ~°•☆•°~ ~°•☆•°~ ~°•☆•°~ ~°•☆•°~

Hello! Thank you for reading my story!

I was feeling a little angsty and came up with this scenario between my OC and her dad.

Feel free to ask questions and voice your thoughts! <3

[random-writerings]

❄️ Happy holidays! Here's a masterlist of drabbles/edits I did for the Twelve Prompts of Christmas event run by @marvel-oc-hub ❄️

🎄 Decorating the tree at Avengers Tower - Mitch x Wanda

🎄 “You're going on Santa’s naughty list” - Zoya x Daisy

🎄 Kiss under the mistletoe - Kris x Deke

🎄 Tony Stark’s annual Christmas party - Mitch x Wanda // Zoya x Daisy // Connie x Bucky

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, October 4

BUFFY: Nothing's ever simple anymore. I'm constantly trying to work it out. Who to love or hate. Who to trust. It's just, like, the more I know, the more confused I get. GILES: I believe that's called growing up. BUFFY: I'd like to stop then, okay? GILES: I know the feeling.

~~BtVS 2x07 “Lie To Me”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Someone New (Lily, Buffy, PG) by badly_knitted

some sort of norman rockwell fantasy (Buffy/Faith, G) by secretlyasummers

Hate Sex (Angel/Spike, E) by Greensword101

Homemaking (Cordelia/Wesley, Angel/Cordelia, G) by Kassia (TurnSpitDog)

Men Like Them (Wesley, G) by NAOA

98 + Fuffy (Buffy/Faith, not rated) by coraniaid

A Free Man (Ethan Rayne, not rated) by naoa-ao3

The Burden of Fathers and Sons (Angel, Wesley, not rated) by naoa-ao3

Dancing With Dimensions (Willow/Tara, T) by Laragh-WT-Wayhaught

Behind Blue Eyes (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Sky's Gonna Open, Chapter 4 (Lindsey/OC, T) by lindseymcdonaldseyelashes

Power In Your Eyes, Chapter 4 Complete! (Buffy, Giles, Constantine xover, G) by TheSovereigntyofReality

Millennial: Kelvin, Chapter 3 (Buffy, Dawn, Star Trek xover, T) by BrennaLynn

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 60 (Cordelia/Doyle, T) by myheadsgonenumb

Anything to Save You, Chapter 2 (Fred/Spike, Willow/Tara, not rated) by Kittenwritings

If We Could Freeze Time, Chapters 4-5/50 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Texts From the Hellmouth, Chapter 4 (Buffy, Dawn, Dawn/Sam, Supernatural xover, T) by dwinchester

Days of Future Past, Chapter 23 (Buffy/OC, Angel/OC, Buffy/Angel, M) by a2zmom

[French language] En l'an 2023, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Faith, T) by FridayQueen

Slayer Begins 3: Iron Heart, Chapter 10 (Faith/Tony Stark, Iron Man xover, T) by BrennaLynn

Supporting Natasha Romanoff (and Iron Man too), Chapter 80 (Willow/Natasha Romanoff, Marvel xover, T) by SomeMeaninglessName

Post-Grave, Chapter 3/9 (Buffy/Giles, unrated) by Skylark62

Spidey Does Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Chapter 10 (multiship, Spiderman xover, E) by megamatt09

Kinktober 2023, Chapter 4/31 (Buffy/Giles, E) by Skyson

Spike visits his Children/grandchildren, Chapter 9 (Spike, multiple xovers, T) by Hopetess

We Don't Know What's Around the Corner, Chapter 4 (Angel/Spike, M) by the_widow_twankey

Twelve Steps, Chapter 1 (Castiel/Dean, Faith/Buffy, Supernatural xover, T) by dwinchester

Return of the Soulless Vampire: BTVS S9 Rewrite, Chapter 38 (Ensemble, M) by Hoomanbeans

Next Time Won't You Sing With Me, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Willow-98

Her Old Fashioned Boy, Chapter 4 (Giles/Jenny, K+) by Bobbie23

A Marriage of Inconvenience, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, R) by all_choseny

New Normal, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by holetoledo

Destiny or Choices Made?, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by charmed4lifekaren

Fate Plans and We Laugh, Chapter 17 (Batman xover, FR15) by Hermionetobe

The Eyes, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dusty

Blood and Black Lace, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, R) by SlayrGrl

A Place in the Sun, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: Buffy Summers from Once More, With Feeling in a 1940’s AU (worksafe) by sunshineraccoon

Artwork: Spike x Fred moodboard for aufredpratt (worksafe) by fretsboards

Artwork: FAITH! For all us Buffy fans. (worksafe) by nightheartcomics

Artwork: The Basket - Inspired by S4’s episode “Fear Itself” (Buffy, worksafe) by dirtyaimfanstuff-blog

Artwork: “can’t we just skip it?” (Willow/Tara, worksafe) by thirstghosting

Artwork: sweet boyyyyy (Spike, worksafe) by tubesock86

Gifset: lgbtqcreators battleships bingo: typography - Buffy Summers (worksafe) by lopeirce

Vid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Theme Cover ft. Pertox & Gonz (worksafe) by Stu Ureta

[Reviews & Recaps]

Band Candy is a fun episode, and I don’t really have much to say about it beyond that. by coraniaid

**I CAN'T WATCH!!** Buffy the Vampire Slayer S5 Ep 8 "Shadow" Reaction: FIRST TIME WATCHING by Nick Reacts

Buffy the Vampire Slayer S02E04 First Time Watching || "Inca Mummy Girl" by JabberwockyReacts

WHYYYYYYYY Buffy The Vampire Slayer | 2x17 'Passion' | Blind Reaction by Vic

PODCAST: Episode 39: Lovers Walk (W/ Rayne) by Gym Was Cancelled

[In Search Of]

Halloween Costume ideas requested by Fawlty_Fleece

[Community Announcements]

[Revamped IWRY Fic Marathon] On November 4, we will be hosting an ‘I Will Remember You’ watch party on our discord!! by iwillrememberyoumarathon [on tumblr]

Sunnydale After Dark has new categories for Meta-analysis! Find and post them under Essay (Spuffy) or Essay (BtVS) by SAD Admins

[Fandom Discussions]

I very much suspect that the people who have a problem with Angel reversing Time In IWRI hated him long before that by angelustheimmortal

Age Talk: if you use a WIDE range, Faith could be 15 - 20 years old when she gets to Sunnydale by juanabaloo

There’s a string of episodes, 5x04-5x07, where Spike realizes he has feelings for Buffy, but there’s a moment in 5x06 that I find particularly interesting by marilyn-not-monroe

In Band Candy, all the adults of Sunnydale regress to their younger selves, suddenly having the same childish attitudes and immature tastes they did when they were teenagers by coraniaid

What pisses me off about season 5 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They want us to feel sorry for Riley by thavron

Buffy will be like “is anybody going to shackle this sexy vampire to the wall?” and then by aphony-cree

i truly don’t get when people say kennedy is not willow’s type because she’s loud, by missjessefantastico

Mini buffy rant by lifeis-strangemercy

Are you a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan? If so, take a trip down memory lane as we rank the seven seasons of the show! by thegameofnerds

[ask] Do you think the group were justified in their reaction to Wes after Holtz stole Connor? answered by buffy-targaryen

the more i think about it the more i want tara and kendra to be a thing, everybody hear me out by missjessefantastico

It’s completely wild to me that, even by Hollywood standards, Buffy the character ages 15 years over the course of the show by doublydeadgirl

The scene where Buffy realizes that Spike got his soul back is one of the absolute best scenes in the show by hermyohkneegranger

I think Oz’s throwaway comment in Band Candy that his parents “ate a ton” of the titular cursed candy might be the only indication we ever get that Oz even has parents at all by coraniaid

Reacting to Reactions! - BtVS Season 6 [alley box reaction to Gone] continued by multiple posters

Who was the most loyal to Angel? by The Whirlwind, multiple posters

Who was the most loyal to Buffy? by The Whirlwind, multiple posters

How old is Dawn supposed to be in season 5? by Tuxedo_Mark

does Buffy have a weakness? by not_firewood_yet

Appreciation post for our Irish king Doyle. by Sweet-Siren

Joyce's steps of denial resonate with my experience by Archonate_of_Archona

What are your top 3 fav Spuffy episodes? by GraxelDeBaudre

Plot hole with BTVS and ATS by WhatName230

How exactly do Vampires age in the Buffyverse? by Lysander1999

What is your favorite music in Buffy by BluFaerie

Most attractive character in both Buffy and Angel by JellyfishDry9464

Spike was physically and verbally abusive to Harmony. What's your opinion? by aeryn1227

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

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[jasterwrites]

Smutty Commission Info (Updated)

Updated commission guidelines are on my fancy new (in-progress) Neocities site! Reposting here for the masses (all 7 of you):

So you want to commission some smut! Read on to make this a reality:

I charge the exorbitant (read: standard professional rate) of $0.08 a word. This means a 100-word drabble will cost you $8.00.

To commission, just email me at aster.j.writes@gmail.com with your idea. I'll work pretty closely with you to produce what you're looking for.

I require 50% payment up front, 50% after the product is delivered.

Unsure of whether your request fits? Just ask! Give me your alien biology, fantasy creatures, mythical beings, sentient plants! OCs welcome! Queerness encouraged! You could say something like, "J., I really want to read about my centaur OC and alien OC with fifty tentacles making sweet love." Okay, can do! "J., I can't get the idea out of my head that I fall down a rabbit hole and get bred by a giant rabbit furry." Say less. Regarding existing characters: those in the public domain are fine. Sadly I can't write that Tony Stark x Lan Wangji fic you've been dreaming of. That's between you and AO3.

Things I don't write:

scat

hard gore

hard noncon

pedophilia

straight bestiality (aliens/monsters/etc ok!)

probably some other stuff; I'll know it when I see it

I reserve the right to decline any commission request with no explanation. Sometimes it just doesn't vibe. ¯_ (ツ)_/¯

[crystaline-heart]

Hello.

My name is Kirkland Denver, and I am a member of the Crypt System ( @into-the-crypt ). This is my Tumblr page. This page may vary between discussions of my lives*, my affliction*, and my thoughts on the current state of this universe. Other drabbles may vary depending on how much alcohol I've consumed x how little sleep I have had.

I use He/Him pronouns exclusively.

I am most definitely too old for you.

I do not mince my words. I'm autistic and I value honesty over other's inability to accept the truth.

I like aliens and science.

*I say lives (plural) because I am an OC fictive with 2 differing sources. I hail from both the Marvel Universe and the DC Universe, and consider myself a bridge between the two. I am a combination of two slightly different variations of my character.

*My affliction, as I call it, is from an incident I experienced in source, which means I now have an alien crystal that has entirely replaced my heart. (Hardy har, I hear the Tony Stark comparisons from a fucking mile away) This powers my body, and while it provided me with certain abilities, it also severely disabled me. I will be discussing this as it is a significant part of my life.

[bigfatbimbo]

Welcome to the blog

My name is Ellie! I’m currently in college but in my downtime I like to write stupid little fics for my latest obsession - feel free to leave a request, after reading the rules.

if you know me from before, also here’s my masterlist

RULES —

Do’s : I will write fluff, angst, nsfw, headcanons, drabbles, full fics, gender-neutral & fem!reader, as well as afab & amab

Don’ts : oc x reader(depends), dom!male characters, male!reader, any nsfw that I deem too freaky

QUICK REMINDERS I have the right to not interact with any ask I don’t want too, and add rules when I see fit.

I’ll do most nsfw prompts, so if you have an idea you think is really kinky, i’d say still take the chance, just know that I might not respond if I don’t fuck with it [anything with barf or scat is too far.]

And I will NOT write dom!male character, I will write dom!female character.

If you don’t specify the readers gender, it will just be neutral. This gets trickier with nsfw, I don’t have male parts, so the default will be afab.

Also, if the request isn’t specifically asking for a fic/drabble/headcanons, i’ll just ramble my thoughts in short. Sometimes this doesn’t apply if the idea is really to my liking.

WHO I WRITE FOR —

Current fixation is gravity falls! This means i’ll be loving these requests for the next few months.

GRAVITY FALLS Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Bill Cipher, Fiddleford Mcgucket [young]

ADVENTURE TIME Simon Petrikov, Betty Grof, Bubblegum, Marceline, Marceline’s fuckass dad

UMBRELLA ACADEMY Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves, and Lilah

INSIDE JOB Brett Hand, Reagan Ridley, Gigi, Andre, probably JR ngl

MISCELLANEOUS Benson from Regular Show, Deadpool, Tony Stark, Sidney Prescott

REQUESTS — OPEN

[eviesaurusrex]

ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

"ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ."

It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along. [request]

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

| ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ |

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ

| ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ |

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

| ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ |

Headers by the amazing @spiderhollnds and @ijustliketoedit

[multi-fandom-oneshots]

Heart Hacked (Tony Stark x OC)

A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I thought it was fluffy and cute and worth posting. It’s a Tony Stark fic but takes place when he’s in Grad School and I’ll just let you read the rest. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

I walked into the school library for the third time that week. I knew he would be on duty, he worked from 3-5 every afternoon. Tony Stark, the cute little nerdy graduate student who most would deem too young for me. From what I had heard he was a certified genius, and I believed it as soon as I had met him. When I had first met Tony I genuinely did have a computer virus. Of course, me being a computer science major, could have fixed it myself but I had been feeling particularly lazy that day.

We had enjoyed pleasant conversation, discussing everything from rock music to the Kardashians. I really enjoyed spending time with Tony but I didn’t want to bug him. So I did what any semi-awkward computer nerd would do, bugged my own computer as an excuse to see him.

I sauntered over to the IT desk, diseased laptop in hand. It was getting difficult to program viruses challenging enough to actually puzzle Tony, but I considered it as practice for future uses. Not that I planned on bugging peoples computers but it was nice to know I could, in a hundred different ways.

I walked up to Tony’s desk and cleared my throat, thrusting my computer in his face. Tony rolled his eyes in a joking manner when he looked up from his screen and saw me.

“Ahh Olivia, I’d say what a surprise but honestly I’m not surprised at all. What did you do this time?”

“I don’t really know Tony. I was just browsing the web and something just happened. Blue screen of death an a bunch of other weird stuff.”

“Are you sure you’re a CompSci major?” he asked incredulously as he took the laptop out of my hands.

I took a seat beside him not leaving much space between us, I was getting bold wasn’t I? He was typing a simple code, trying to search for any of the common stuff, trojans and what not. That made me smile, I knew it wouldn’t work. He squinted when he realized the problem wouldn’t be that easy to fix.

“So, whats wrong with it?” I asked in a pseudo confused voice.

“I don’t really know. Honestly how do you get so many viruses? This is like the third time this week you’ve been here.”

“So, you’ve been counting?” I asked, messing with him. It worked. His typing faltered for a second and he was starting to blush.

“No. No I haven’t. Nope.” he replied too hastily to be convincing.

He got back to work. Muttering to himself, typing in another algorithm that I knew would lead him to another dead end. He let out a frustrated sigh when he realized he had been wrong again.

The more I visited Tony, the bolder I had become. This little game was enjoyable but I was beginning to question Tony’s genius status because it didn’t seem like he had realized that this was my weird way of flirting. I chalked up to the fact that he probably hadn’t been given the time of day by college girls since he was kind of a pariah to the underclassman. Being a genius and skipping multiple grades would do that to a person’s social status. Or he could just not be into me, that could be a possibility as well.

I bent over him, resting my chin on his shoulder, to be able to see the screen of course. The close proximity to Tony had nothing to do with it. I saw his eyes flick over to me briefly, the blush on his face deepening slightly.

“So, what exactly were you doing to get this terrible virus?” Tony asked as he typed.

“I was trying to hack this Night Elf Jerk’s BattleNet account and steal all his gold. But it isn’t my fault, he wouldn't stop following me around. ”

Technically that was kind of true. The weird online stalker had been bugging you, and you had been stealing all his gold when you decided it was time to get to work on another virus, to bug you’re favorite IT Guy.

Tony laughed, an amazing sound you had been accustomed to for the past couple weeks. “So the Night Elf bested you huh?”

I sighed, “Yes unfortunately. I hate the Alliance.”

Tony laughed again, the sound warmed my insides. “I agree, the Horde is much better.”  

We became silent, Tony because he was engrossed in his coding, and me because I was studying him as he typed. He would always get this adorable crease between his eyebrows when he was concentrating hard. He would mutter to himself as he worked and cursed under his breath when he would hit a dead in. I smiled and sat back watching the man work.

                                        —————————

Tony Stark did not get distracted easily. He prided himself on his intense ability to focus on any task. But there was one thing—rather one person—who could make his brain become a jumble of mush, Olivia Nelson, or Olive as he annoyingly liked to call her.

At first he had thought nothing of it when she had come to see him the first couple of times. He knew viruses were pretty common and that was the only purpose for her visits. But then she began to show up more frequently, computer in hand. He found it odd, that a girl who was supposedly a Computer Science major would have so many computer issues but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He enjoyed spending time with her, however brief that time was.

During their little meetings he had learned many things about her, some she had told him, some he had deduced. From their discussions he had learned that she was a junior, that she didn’t care for reality tv, she was a big nerd; a huge fan of both Star Wars and Star Trek. He had also learned the hard way that she got severely pissed when people tried to compare the two or say one was better than the other.

He would never forget that day where they had been asked to quite down by library staff as she ranted about how ‘Star Wars and Star Trek were completely different, one about exploration, the other about galactic war. And how could anyone ever compare the two?!’. He was crying he was laughing so hard, seeing her glare at him through his watery eyes was only icing on the metaphorical cake.

He also knew some things that she hadn’t told him. That from the state of her worn out converse and recycled wardrobe that she was probably here on scholarship. That she was probably ambidextrous based on the way she would use his mouse with either hand with no difficulty. That she had trouble keeping her hands still, based on how she would chip off her nail polish as he worked, but always had a fresh coat the next day. Most of the time she wore a shade of hot rod red that secretly drove him crazy; he had always loved red but he had begun to love it more because it was permanently painted on her fingers.  

The most important thing Tony knew was that he had a huge crush on Olivia. One that would never be reciprocated. No one wanted to date the weird kid genius, and despite how nice she was, he was sure that she would never think of him as more than the friendly IT guy that she chatted with.

Tony sighed and blinked rapidly, trying to clear his thoughts. Thinking about the girl sitting beside him was not going to help him solve this virus problem.

“So Olive,” he smiled as he saw her roll her eyes at his nickname. He loved pushing her buttons. “You ever thought about maybe investing in a virus protection program? They do exist you know.”

He frowned when he saw the sad frown on her face.

“Am I bothering you Tony? I can leave, come back after your shift, get someone else to fix it.”

“What? No. I love seeing you, you’re the highlight of my day.” he said hurriedly, trying to undo the damage he had caused.

She laughed at him. “Wow you are so easy to troll, it’s not even that fun.”

Tony rolled his eyes at her and turned back to the computer in front of him.

“And why would I buy Virus Protection Tony? That’s what you’re for.”

Tony tried not to show her how that statement had made his heart soar. He tried to hide his grin by bending down over the laptop screen.

“So Tony, I don’t think you’re as smart as you think you are.” she said, rolling her chair close enough to his that she could place her feet in his lap. He tried to ignore the fact that there was a new hole in her shoes that hadn’t been there last week. He had been trying to figure out how he could give her a pair of new shoes without offending her when he reregistered what she had just said to him.

“Excuse me? I’m Anthony Edward Stark, and I know everything.” he quipped back, getting that little smirk that he always had when bragging about himself.

“Mhmm sure you do genius boy, but there is one thing you haven’t figured out yet.”

“If you’re talking about the virus Olive, I’m pretty sure I’ve almost figured it out, process of elimination.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about you narcissist.” she replied jokingly. “I’m talking about the fact that I clearly have a thing for you and you’re oblivious to it.”

Tony’s fingers stopped typing as soon as the words left her mouth. She was messing with him again, playing some prank. There was no way an amazing girl like Olivia liked him. No way he’d get that lucky.

Tony guessed that she had seen the look on his face because she removed her feet from his lap and put a hand on his shoulder. But apparently she took it as rejection rather than disbelief.

“If you don’t feel the same then that’s totally okay. We can still be friends if you want. I’d like that. But honestly I’m just getting tired of bugging my own computer just to come see you. I figured it’d just be easier on both of us if i finally told you.”

He swiveled to look at her now, a smile lighting up his face.

“Okay, now you’re smiling at me all crazy and I’m kinda confused on where you stand on this whole ‘me being into you’ thing.” she said puzzled.

“You like me,” Tony teased, “You wanna date me, and make out with me, and cuddle me, and have cute rom-com moments with me.”

Olivia rolled her eyes at him, something she felt like she would be doing quite often. “Oh quit teasing me you ass. Like you don’t like me too. You would have told me to stop coming when you work forever ago if you didn’t like me.” she said smiling.

“Huh, true.” Tony replied as he shut her laptop. “So I think we should move this to a different, more fitting local.”

“What?” she asked.

“This is no longer a ‘Tony fix my computer visit’. Tony concluded. “This is a ‘Tony fix my computer date. And since it’s a date there should be food, maybe some booze.” He said the last sentence with a wink.

“Tony you’re not even 21.”

“Yes, but you’re 26. And what are girlfriends for if to not buy their 20 year old boyfriends booze?”

Olivia laughed at his antics. No one could make her smile like he could. “Yeah Tony not gonna happen, and who said I was your girlfriend, hmm?”

He stood and dragged her with him as he walked towards the library’s exit. “Oh whatever honey, it’s way too late to play that game now. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“God help me.” She said but she gripped Tony’s hand in hers and leaned into him as they walked through campus.

“You’re gonna be the death of me aren't you?” she asked jokingly.

“I totally am. But I promise you, you’re gonna love every minute of it.” he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She laughed again, a sound Tony would never get tired of hearing. Tony had no idea what was going to happen now, but he knew one thing, he had gotten lucky having a girl like her be into him. And that he was definitely buying her a new pair of shoes.

[transduin-is-cringe]

Coffee Break (Tony x OC)

This is a short drabble fic based off a prompt that got slightly out of hand.

Prompt: handing the other one a hot cup of tea coffee, their hands touching for a moment Rating: Fluff (All ages) Pairing: Tony x OC (Buzz, they/them) Word count: 1157 Summary: Buzz brings some coffee for the insomniac engineer, only to find the lab empty- until they find Tony taking a snooze.

Tony didn’t sleep very often. It wasn’t a mystery to anyone in the tower that he still struggled with nightmares and tremors after New York and the Mandarin. He could put on a brave face most days, but he was only brave because he was avoiding the one thing he needed- sleep.

Buzz knew there was no convincing him to go to bed. Tony’s bad habit, however, did allow Buzz to bond a bit more with Tony versus the other residents of Stark Tower. The Gods and Heroes of the Avengers frequently come and go as a revolving door. Pepper still had a business to maintain, and otherwise kept a steady schedule when she was back at the tower.

Tony in his lab was a constant- which made it all the more surprising when Buzz slid open the door and found the lab empty. Lights started up as the door opened, meaning it had been unoccupied for a while now. Perhaps Tony finally gave up the ghost and went to bed. There was a pang of disappointment as Buzz slid the cardboard carrier holding two hot lattes onto an empty counter space. They had looked forward to spending time with Tony- silent bonding as they each fulfilled their own tasks, tinkered with their own programs, basking in each other’s company. There was relief, though, that Tony was finally getting a bit of rest. 

“Good morning, JARVIS,” Buzz called out. The program whirred to life.

“Good morning, Buzz,” the electronic voice responded. “It is currently 2:14 AM.” 

So Tony had gone to bed, and at a time where most normal people would be in bed. Buzz wasn’t sure if they should be concerned or proud.

“Still technically morning,” Buzz countered. “Can you show me the Moth Suit program? Got some debugging to do.”

“Of course,” JARVIS replied, opening a diagram of a suit, similar in style to the famous Iron Man suit, in a hologram on Buzz’s own work table. “I would like to remind you that I am capable of running debugging diagnostics passively- you do not have to debug manually.”

“Call me old fashioned,” Buzz said sarcastically. They liked getting into the nitty gritty, fine tuning everything within a millimeter of perfection. What they could do, actually entering the program through their mutation, felt even more personal than plugging away lines of code on the computer. They were the program. 

“Of course, sir. Shall I start up your Tinker Time playlist?”

Buzz rounded their table, looking at the display of their suit- and came to a stop when he saw a figure at the corner of their gaze. Tony had gone to bed, but done so on a lightly padded bench. Buzz wouldn’t say he looked elegant in his sleep- not in this moment. Tony was laying on his back, his head propped up by a rolled up towel. His chin was buried in his chest with a permanent scowl on his face. His arms crossed over the glowing reactor in his chest, both hands tucked into his underarms. Buzz couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh at the sight.

“Hold off on that, JARVIS,” Buzz replied off handedly. Tony had kept a few blankets in the lab in the event of a power nap, but evidently decided against them this time around. Buzz touched the back of their hand to Tony’s bare arm and felt how cold it was. The pang in their chest returned, but a pang of adoration rather than one of regret. Tony flinched at the contact, but otherwise did not stir.

Buzz grabbed a throw blanket from a built-in shelving unit, shook and unfurled it, and laid it carefully over Tony. As Buzz leaned over the sleeping man to tuck him in, there was a groan. 

“Just resting my eyes,” Tony stirred, moving to sit up. Buzz stood back as the man awoke, stretching and shivering and wiping the sleep away from his eyes. “Five minute micro-nap-- just resting my eyes.” 

Buzz couldn’t help but smile. “Just five minutes? When was that?”

“Doesn’t matter, I guess,” Tony was now sitting straight up and was mostly awake, if his diversion was anything to go by. He hated being proven wrong, even for the smallest things. “JARVIS, put on my Work playlist.” Tony stood and walked around Buzz’s station, trailing his hand over Buzz’s back as he passed them. 

“Of course, sir.” As JARVIS’s voice faded, the distinctive guitars of AC/DC started playing. 

Buzz followed after Tony, placing their own hand on Tony’s back. “Why don’t you go to bed, Tony. You’re clearly tired.” 

Tony shook his head, unsure if he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t tired or shaking the sleep off. “Not tired, not anymore. Jarv, open up Mark 78- I have some ideas for improvements.” 

Buzz knew better than to argue with Tony when it came to sleep. They didn’t have much of a leg to stand on, either. Their mutation came with free insomnia- with so much electricity coursing through their veins constantly, they could never turn their brain off. Tony and Buzz would frequently find themselves timing their streaks- Buzz got up to 43 hours before Bruce had to actually carry them to bed. So no, Buzz was no better than Tony when it came to sleep, which is why they settled for the next best thing. Buzz slid their hand off of Tony’s back and walked to the table where they had set the carrier down. 

“I got you a coffee,” Buzz offered, bringing the two cups over to Tony’s station, sliding along the table beside him. Tony looked at the cup with a brief suspicion before grabbing it from Buzz’s hand. His fingers hovered over the other’s for a fraction of a second, a feather light brush. Buzz could feel the callouses that had formed over years of working with his hands. 

“Thanks, Sparky,” Tony replied before taking a large swig. It had cooled down enough since Buzz had ordered it, it seemed. 

“So, how long have you been going this time,” Buzz asked, not moving from their spot, surely in Tony’s way.

“Lost track,” Tony replied quickly, but softly. It was clear he was still tired. 

Buzz just watched him, adoration and sympathy made them ache. Tony eventually met their gaze, taking in a deep breath as they both watched each other. Buzz broke the contact first. 

“Don’t work too hard,” Buzz finally said after a few moments of silence between the two. They shifted out of Tony’s way, resting their free hand over Tony’s shoulder, grazing fingers over his shoulder blades as they made their way to their projection. 

And the two worked in silence. Tony’s classic rock playlist continued so it wasn’t a strained silence. It was always comfortable. Two engineers engaging with their craft together, the two of them knowing better than to fight the other’s bad habits.

[ladyeliot]

I’ll fix it

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger Female Reader.

Summary: Everything changed the day Tony Stark felt your body fall apart in his hands, from then on a struggle to try to bring you back to him began.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death. Time travel.

Word count: 6283

A/N: Avengers Endgame. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader’s abilities: Master Martial Artist,  experienced in espionage, talented Hacker.

There was a turning point in Tony Stark’s life, that moment when everything changed, when like ashes you scattered through space, when your body disappeared leaving motes of your essence in his hands.

The battle to save humanity was lost the moment the time stone, protected by Doctor Strange, found its way into Thanos’ Gauntlet, leaving only a single chance to deal with a successful end to the final battle. All of you present had led the fight with acuity, but there was little you could do, you knew that as you fell one by one. Your bodies lay in the ruins of the once superpowered planet, waiting for someone with the will to continue fighting death, Tony was the last one standing until Thanos managed to strip him of his own Iron Man suit, stabbing him in the side with the sword Tony had created with his nanonites. Something snapped inside you, causing the relentless pain in your joints to fade and you managed to get up, before the wizard offered him the last stone and Quill unsuccessfully tried to stop him before Thanos vanished.

“Tony,” you whispered awkwardly reaching out to him, wrapping your arms around his body.

The exhaustion was such that you both let yourselves fall and ended up sitting in the ashes of that place. You brought your faces close together, facing each other, letting them rest, feeling your connection again. The bruises showed what you had suffered, open wounds that allowed blood to spread freely over every part of your face. You had just lost too much, it was a break between before and after, but the one thing you couldn’t bear to lose was him. Tony covered his cut with the last of his remaining nanonites, expressing an inward groan of relief, allowing himself to think again about what had happened.

“Why would you do that?” he muttered pleadingly, looking at Strange, who stood a few feet away from you.

“We are in the endgame now.”

That had a meaning, only Vision’s name came to mind, he was the only one who could stop that, the one who possessed the last stone, the mind stone.

Little by little, the reunion of those present was the only thing that eased the pain, you were all there, none of you had suffered worse consequences. The silence of the planet made your skin crawl, warning that this could happen to the earth if the snapping were to happen. You and Tony stumbled to your feet, watching as Peter came to you.

“Something’s happening,” your gaze connected with Mantis who had just said those words.

You had never felt so much fear inside you, until you saw how his body seemed to extrapolate and turn into ashes that disappeared moments later. The mental and bodily blockade came over everyone present, the terror professing itself through their features. Tony’s fingers clung to your right arm, barely moving from where Mantis was before he vanished.

You all looked around anxiously, hoping to find some answer to the event that had just occurred, but you only saw Drax turning to ashes, joint by joint disappearing.

“Quill?” Drax looked at him as little by little his friend’s body parts dissolved.

“Steady, Quill,” with those words Tony increased the pressure of his fingers on your arm, showing his own insecurity.

“Aw, man,” Quill whispered before melting into the wind.

It had happened, no one could have stopped him, Thanos had gotten the five infinity stones and had done the snap. No one present had any idea how it had happened, but it was clear, your worst fears had been realised.

“Tony,” Strange muttered, causing the few of you present to focus your gaze on him. “There was no other way.”

And so it was that another one turned to ashes. But it wasn’t over yet.

“Mr. Stark?” Tony and you noticed that Peter was starting to wobble, your gazes were horrified at him. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You are all right,” Tony’s words sounded confident, but hid the fear he felt inside.

“I don’t know what’s – I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t–” Peter managed to reach you, falling into Tony’s arms, who wrapped his arms around him and pinned him to the ground. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go…” his voice was broken with sobs. “I’m sorry.”

You walked away from the scene, holding your hands to your face as you watched your partner’s body disappear, leaving a void in its place. So, in that moment you realised that your terror was based on the loss of your loved ones, of your family that they had become, you were not afraid of disappearing, you were afraid of them disappearing. You staggered a few steps away, unable to come to terms with what you were witnessing at that very moment, although you didn’t have time either, as a faint tingling sensation appeared in your lower extremities.

“Tony…” a faint tone came from within you, but his reaction was immediate.

“No,” he said, standing up.

You’d never seen him look at you like that before, it broke you to contemplate his watery eyes and fully dilated pupils, expressing desperation, being unable to do anything about it to stop it.

“I…” your voice trailed off.

“I got you, I got you,” his voice was broken, but rigid. “I- I promise I’ll fix this, I’ll fix this.”

You could feel his arms around your body with intensity, the warmth of his body reaching yours, but it was only an instant before you stopped feeling everything and disintegrated into ashes in his hands.

The secular emptiness came a few seconds later to Tony, it was the moment when he understood what had happened and what it meant. He belonged to that 50% of the population that had a second chance, but you were that 50% that had turned to dust from one instant to the next. A feeling indescribable to his mind invaded every inch of his body, he was lost, looking around him, hoping that it was all a nightmare from which he could wake up, but it was clear that he was living in real life, because you were not the only one who disappeared. Completely shattered, he walked through the ruins looking for an answer, some sign to hold on to, to tell him what to do, but it never came.

Time became his enemy, what happened made him realise that every step without you is a moment of his life lost. First it was days, then weeks, then months, then years, he spent a long period of time working against the clock, looking for a way to solve what happened, to come back to you. Thousands of ideas were discarded without coming to a definitive conclusion that could counteract the effects of the snap. Tony knew that if he gave up it would mean losing you forever, the life you had imagined so many times, which you never got to because of the countless missions and obstacles along the way. You were almost on the verge of touching it with your fingers once, after all that happened in Sokovia and the signing of agreements you opted to embrace the simple life, but Thanos and the stones came along and shattered your lives.

Tony had converted the cabin he built for you and didn’t have time to show you, into his own lair. He spent the hours locked away, barely sleeping, at least for the first four years, then he declined, until one day, the light seemed to brighten and his old companions appeared, offering him one last chance to get what he was looking for.

“Now, we know what it sounds like…” Scott was leaning against the wooden porch.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve looked at him with concern, Tony’s appearance had deteriorated over the years. He looked exhausted and full of unresolved doubts.

“I must say I sometimes miss this foolish optimism,” he grimaced, a grimace resembling a smile. “Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?” his tone rose. “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.” he paused. “What do you think I’ve been doing for these five years? Do you think I haven’t thought about it already?”

“I came back,” Scott interjected.

“No, you accidentally survived,” Tony cut him off. “It’s a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a…. What do you call it?”

“A time heist?” said Scott smiling nonchalantly.

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course,” Tony frowned putting his index finger to his lips. “Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it’s laughable? Because it’s a pipedream?”

“When did you give up?” cut Steve off with rudeness in his tone of voice. “When did you give up? When did you give her up?”

Those were the words that made Tony rise from his seat, tilt his face to one side and force his facial expression.

“You have no idea,” she approached him, pointing her index finger at him. “Where have you been for these five years? Creating an armada of joint therapy groups? Has that helped?”

“Tony…” Natasha interjected, but he barely paid attention.

“While you were out here with your army of crybabies I was out here, day after night trying to find a solution to undo this mess we’ve created,” Tony paused, clenched his jaw and sighed deeply. “So don’t come to me now and say I’ve given it all up for lost.”

It was clear that Steve knew how to set Tony’s mind in motion, he knew where it hurt and how he could reignite their old friendship, it only took him naming you for him when the group left to pick up on every loose end he had created over those last few years.

It was hours of thought processes, of proposing to himself the quantum possibilities that could work, but more importantly the consequences, what could happen and what number of percentages existed to bring you all back. It didn’t take him long to come up with a way out, completely illogical to anyone except those who were as crazy as he was. So it was that after all this time he arrived at the New Avengers facility.

“Why the long face?” the car stopped in front of Steve. “Let me guess, it turned him into a baby.”

“Among other things,” Steve shoved his hands into his trousers pockets and looked straight ahead. “What are you doing here?”

“Not giving her up,” Tony shrugged and got out of the car, introducing himself to Steve, who smiled. “Mind you, I don’t plan to participate in any of your open tears.”

That opened a process of slow reconstruction of the events of the past years. It opened wounds, showed the aftermath, but also reunited all the Avengers who had managed to survive Thanos’ snap. The important thing is that there were enough Pym particles for a round trip for everyone present. But the important thing was to find out where the stones were located depending on the time.

They were fortunate, or rather lucky, that three of the stones met at one point in their own history in New York City, precisely during the Chitauri invasion. That was bound to cause a bitter memory for Tony, but it suddenly changed when he found out what it meant, he would go back there, he would do that mission, and you would be there. You were there when in 2012 the Avengers faced the invasion in New York, it was your first mission, when you were all recruited, when you met for the first time.

“Okay, we have a plan,” Steve reported after he had organised the teams. All eyes were focused on a screen showing the stones and their location. “Six stones, three teams, one shot.”

It was clear that what they were about to face was something completely new, none of them had had time to perhaps acquire the necessary skills to tackle this new job, new mission. It was back to the past, at least they had the advantage of knowing what the future held, of knowing what would be in store for them if they failed to succeed in their tasks.

“Five years ago, we lost.” Steve began a speech to his colleagues positioned in circles on the starting platform. “All of us. We lost friends… We lost family… We lost a part of ourselves,” Steve and Tony’s eyes met. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back.” he paused slightly. “You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win,” silence filled the room.“Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

After those words, which were encouraging for all the events that were to follow, a space loop embraced each of them, transporting them through time and space, rendering their matter insignificant. Their bodies separated between space cavities transporting them to the right time.

Tony, along with Bruce, Steve and Scott, appeared in an alleyway in New York City in 2012. The smell of dust and molten iron wafted into their nasal cavities. Everything around him was in ruins, the great skyscrapers looked like they were part of a film of the earth’s extinction, it reminded him of some of his worst fears, but it didn’t distract him because he knew how it was going to end.

“We all have our tasks,” Steve informed them, looking around at an overturned car. “Two stones on the outskirts, one in the centre. Keep a low profile,” he shifted his gaze to Tony, who nodded, raising his hands. “Keep an eye on the time.”

Given the orders the group made a point of dispersing, but Steve held Tony’s arm for a second, focusing his gaze on him.

“Are you going to be all right?” His blue eyes showed concern, including his voice as well.

“Of course,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve been through this once, I can do it again.”

With that said, Tony attached the Iron Man suit to his body and disappeared from the scene. Although his statement exuded self-assurance, he seemed to crumble a little when he reached the top of the Chrysler Building, finding himself in front of Stark Tower. His android vision allowed him to take in the scene taking place on the top floor of his old Tower. There stood the group of Avengers, surrounding Loki, holding him back, he knew that moment as if he had lived it only yesterday, but what almost made his heart stop was to find your figure there. The thrusters of his suit brought him closer to the Tower, accessing the interior through one of the open windows and keeping himself hidden behind some sculptures.

The suit disappeared from his body, becoming Tony Stark again, it was almost unheard of for him, there you were, as if time had never passed. His steps were slow, but he seemed to be completely lost, watching your every move, as if he had no job to do, and his only mission was to watch you. He could not escape the hundreds of memories that came back to him, he even felt guilty about numerous things he had said, done, or not said and done.

“Alright, who gets the wand?” you said holding up Loki’s sceptre.

Your words at that moment came to 2023 Tony with a wide smile, to hear your voice so close to him again and not through any electronic device made a lump form in his throat.

“Are you all right, dude?” Scott cut the moment short.

Tony realised at that very moment that Scott had been on his right shoulder the entire time, a fact that brought all his senses back into focus on the scene he was reliving. The lift opened, ushering in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who were actually Hydra, but none of you knew it at the time.

“All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone,” Tony whispered to Scott.

“All right,” Scott took up position on his partner’s shoulder. “Flick me.”

There Scott’s mission began, and he made his way to the Tony of the past to join him. The scene on the top floor of Stark Tower continued as if nothing strange was going on.

“You got it?” you asked the past Tony, watching as he put the tesseract into the briefcase.

“Yep,” he replied, closing the case and looking at you with a half smile.

“By the way, how about that drink afterwards Miss Y/L/N?”

“Interesting that you can think of a drink Mr. Stark,” you said crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, when I buy someone a drink I’m not just thinking about drinking,” he winked at you to which you narrowed your eyes and headed towards the lift with the other companions. “Is that a yes?”

“Well I try,” muttered the Tony of the present to himself, who inevitably couldn’t hold back a smile as he saw with his own eyes that moment and your way of rejecting it, for it was the beginning of too many things. So, as you all disappeared down the lift he too made his way to his new assigned position.

“ Okay, Cap, I got our scepter in the elevator just passing the 80th floor,” he informed Steve over the intercom. “I’ll head down the hall.”

Steve had his mission, to get the sceptre by pretending to be a Hydra agent in front of those who really were and were now guarding the briefcase. Meanwhile, Tony took over one of the security uniforms of the Shield agents, to impersonate one of them and get the briefcase that had the tesseract inside that was now in the possession of the former Tony.

The avengers arrived at the lobby, Scott in thumb size’, that’s what Tony liked to call him, had to get inside the reactor of his victim to produce a small shock, and so everyone would focus their gaze on the old Tony, while the one from 2023 got hold of the briefcase, but things didn’t go as planned.

“I’m looking forward to going to Shawarma Palace,” Tony was standing next to you, “We could take it as our first date, what do you think?”

“Interesting,” you said, barely looking at him but with a slight smile on your face, “It’ll be great to say that genius billionaire Tony Stark asked me out for shawarma on our first date.”

“You forgot about philanthropist and Playboy,” he added, raising an eyebrow.“So that’s… Oh, Mr. Secretary!”

The conversation with Shield’s superior began, it was the ideal time where Scott had the opportunity to carry out his mission, for the tesseract was disappearing at that moment, and it would be tricky to access it again.

“All right, move it, Stuart Little. Things are getting dicey up here. Let’s go,” Tony informed Scott over the intercom.

It looked like everything was going down the drain, as Scott was in trouble for giving him a cardiac arrhythmia, however, everyone was stunned when at that moment Tony’s body stopped, and then began to convulse and fall to the ground. Your expression suddenly changed, as did the others.

“Tony?” you asked, dropping down beside Tony, worried about what was happening to him.

“Medics!” exclaimed the Tony Stark of 2023, taking in the scene. “You guys, some help!”

“Talk to me,” you said grabbing his face, which was completely flushed since he couldn’t breathe.

“Aw, she’s worried,” the present Tony muttered to himself.

“Is that the machine in your chest?” Thor, who was standing next to him, asked.

Meanwhile Scott, who had emerged from the reactor in the chest of the Tony of the past, pushed hard on the briefcase so that the Tony of the future could take it in his hands and go in search of a way out, but in that instant the Hulk suddenly appeared knocking Tony down, opening the briefcase, making the tesseract fly out and land at the feet of Loki who took it in his hands and disappeared.

“Come on Tony breathe,” you said looking at Thor hoping he would do something about it.

“I’ll try something, but I don’t know if it will work,” Thor brought his hammer to Tony’s chest, specifically the reactor and offered him a small shock, bringing the air back into his lungs. “Yes!”

“Whew, that worked a treat,” he said between gasps, looking at both of us. “Dude, that was crazy,” he thought. “The case.”

“Uhh, the case is…” Thor looked around.

“Where is the case?” you asked getting up trying to intercept him with your gaze.

“Where is Loki?” exclaimed Thor. “Loki!”

Meanwhile, ten meters away from the scene, the Tony from the future was completely knocked to the ground, after the Hulk knocked him down.

“Oh, we blew it,” Tony said without barely getting up, listening to all the conversation you had a few feet away.

The Tony of the future got up and opted to walk through the door leading to the stairs before anyone noticed him, for due to the Hulk’s untimely and shocking appearance, there were hardly any people left in the hall, apart from the Avengers and the Shield agents, of which he was undercover. However, as he was walking down a long corridor on the third floor, something stopped him.

“Excuse me agent,” your voice appeared as if it were an apparition behind him, causing him to stop his steps. “I must ask you to stay in the hall, we need to question everyone present in case we find evidence of what just happened.”

This was completely new, Tony hadn’t experienced it, he didn’t know what was going to happen or how he would best act on this occasion, but he knew that if he turned around you would most likely recognise him, as the black helmet and goggles barely covered his face, leaving the lower part of his face uncovered. At the same time, you kept a SIG Sauer P226 in your hand just at hip level, waiting at all times to watch the reactions of the man in front of you.

“Of course,” said Tony, changing his tone of voice slightly, making it deeper than usual, but still he just kept his position, his back to you.

“Could you turn around and come with me?” you asked with a frown, brushing your fingers over the gun and feeling a bad feeling inside you, for there was something that didn’t sit right with you.

Tony took a deep breath and lowered his face, there were a thousand ideas running through his mind right now, he didn’t know which one was worse than the last, so he connected several pieces and took one that would produce some personal gain, for worse than they were already, perhaps, things couldn’t get any worse.

“Are you sure?”

Slowly Tony’s body turned 180 degrees to face you. His features were obvious, his brown eyes accompanied by honey-coloured flecks, his beard so neatly trimmed, and those full lips, all 100% Tony Stark. But it was obvious to you that this was a trap, Loki had disappeared and you were aware of his every ability to deceive, after all he was the master of mischief. You didn’t stop for a moment to take the gun in your hands and point it firmly in his face, you had a clean shot.

“Loki…” you whispered frowning and squinting one eye to improve your aim.

“Not exactly,” Tony held up his hands retreating back a step, but showing no nervousness at all at the situation. “God, how I resent you mistaking me for him.”

It was at that precise moment, when he had you two metres away pointing a gun to his head, that he realised how long those five years had been, five years without being able to look at your face, without hearing your voice, without your caresses, without your kisses… for which he would die in those moments of your gunshot. He found himself with his hands raised, his body totally paralysed and his lips half-open, in love with you. You were not really the woman he had left behind, it was 2012 and many of your features were changed, but it was you.

“Where is the tesseract?” you asked, bringing him back to his senses. “What have you done with it?”

“That’s what I want to know,” he replied casually and slowly lowered his hands, knowing that bullet wasn’t going to be fired at him.

Tony’s mind worked fast, he was quick in his thoughts and in his actions, although sometimes that could get him into serious trouble because of the consequences of his actions, so he had no idea what he was doing at that moment, because his whole body was begging him to have a meeting with you and so he did. Now it was time to figure out where to go with the situation, but Tony was not a great planner, he flowed with time.

“By the way, did you get rid of that damn FBI agent yet? What was his name?” Tony knew how to test you to make you realise he wasn’t Loki. “Ah yes, Agent Chatter, god, how I hated him. I would have loved to see you spill champagne all over his scalp.”

“How do you… How do you know that?” your voice sounded gruff, but quizzical at the same time, even though you had no intention of conversing with him you were curious as to how the hell he had found out that information, as Tony was the only one who called Matthew ‘Agent Chatter’.

“You told me,” he said taking a step towards you, closing the distance, causing you to back away. “I told you, I’m not Loki.”

“I’ve never told anyone what happened with Matthew,” your breath hitched as you realised you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Well, you haven’t really told me yet,” he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side.

You remained thoughtful for a couple of seconds. “I know exactly what you’re doing,” you tightened your grip on the gun, your hands beginning to sweat. “Your mind games aren’t going to work on me.

The moment was complex to explain, Tony had hundreds of possibilities to offer you in that moment and for you to discover that it wasn’t Loki in front of you, he knew how he could deal with the situation, but he wanted you to be the one to figure it out for yourself. He was playing with fire, he knew better than anyone how space-time worked, but he had an ace up his sleeve, an ace that Steve was carrying at that moment and he would use it later.

Tony slowly brought his hands to his face, causing you to fix your aim again with his moments, you feared what he might do next, for anything was to be expected with Loki, but Tony merely removed his helmet and goggles, dropping them to the ground exposing his full face to you.

A strange feeling came over your body, it was obviously a familiar face, you had spent numerous hours with Tony Stark in the previous weeks, but it wasn’t really your Tony standing before you. The features looked aged, more wrinkles were in the key parts of his face, grey hair was showing through his hair and also in his beard. Concentrating on analysing each of his features made you soften your grip on the gun.

"It’s me,” he murmured, making another attempt to move towards you, and succeeded, bringing the barrel of the gun down on his chest, clattering against his reactor. He gingerly reached out his arm, reaching up to your face and brushing aside a lock of your hair. “I can’t explain too much, but…”

“Tony?” a new voice joined your encounter, snapping you out of your abstraction. “What are you doing?”

Again you put distance between you and Tony, wary of what had just happened and rather guilty for letting yourself be bamboozled by Loki. You looked at the Captain who was coming from the far end of that long hallway and was just now standing metres away from you.

“It’s not Tony, Captain, it’s one of Loki’s tricks,” you explained without looking away from Tony who was looking at Steve a little guilty about the situation that had been created. “Captain, warn the others, inform them that we have Loki on the third floor of the west wing.”

“I. Am. Not. Loki,” Tony qualified each of his words somewhat irritated that you still believed it was Loki. “Can you tell her Cap?”

“Tony, what the hell are you doing?” Steve used a gruff tone, now the one who sounded irritated was him, as he was unaware of where Tony’s plans were headed.

“Shit,” Tony whispered turning his gaze towards him.“When they put that serum in your veins they offered you the gift of inopportunity, didn’t they?”

For you everything was much more confusing, your quick analysis of the situation and the two figures that stood before you had many gaps of information. You knew those guys, you had spent more hours of your life with them than with your family, you had studied them, you had analysed them and really that Steve and Tony that were before you were not the same guys, and there was only one Loki, both could not be Loki, at least within your logic, although with Loki anything goes. But what you realised was that the captain was holding the sceptre, why was the captain holding the sceptre right now?

“I’m sorry Tony, but we have to go,” he repeated firmly, which brought you back to reality.

“I don’t think either of you are going anywhere,” you quickly pulled a new pistol from the back of your suit, two guns for two people standing in front of you.

That elicited a sigh of disgust from Steve, who raised his hands, raising the sceptre in one hand and the shield in the other, halting his stride in his tracks.

“What was your bright idea Tony?” he asked seriously.

“I don’t know Cap, you know I like to improvise,” he shrugged his shoulders without taking his eyes off you, raising his hands and giving you a wide and warm smile, which didn’t affect you at all.

“Great, so improvise if you don’t want me to,” Steve sentenced him without moving from his position.

“She’s mine,” Tony slowly brought his hand to his chest, where he offered himself a couple of taps and the armour ran over every millimetre of him, covering his limbs.

Was Loki really capable of that? Confusion engulfed you, it had all your senses alert, your mind asking a hundred questions you couldn’t answer. But if it’s not any of them Loki who are they?

Tony looked at Steve’s sceptre, that was the only key way out he could think of, but since he had laid all his cards on the table, he wasn’t going to leave without doing one thing first, so he started to close the gap with you.

“If you take one more step…” you began to say, backing down the long corridor of Stark Tower.

“Honey, surely my 2012 self would punch me if he knew his 2023 self was going to do what I’m about to do,” he started to approach you which made you stand on guard, “since I’d take all the credit away from him, because he won’t do it for another two years or so, but…” between the words and his approach you blocked and pulled the trigger of the gun pointed at him, causing the bullet to hit and fall to the ground. “Hey! That hurt, well, not physically, but you just hurt my feelings.”

“Don’t come any closer…” you muttered, aiming both pistols at Iron Man’s armour.

Your gesture was profoundly in vain, as your footsteps stopped and Tony was close enough to grab the pistols tightly and wrestle them out of your hands, throwing them into the distance, unable for you to avoid. At that exact moment, Iron Man’s suit disappeared, allowing you to look at him again, much closer than the first time. You didn’t know if it was a mind game, but you could almost feel a strange connection between your gazes, the way he looked at you as if he wanted to tell you something, as if he was hiding a long way in them.

“God, I’d almost forgotten what your face…” Tony’s words were inconclusive, but he voiced a smile at the end of them.

What? you wanted to ask out loud, it was so strange, so incomprehensible to you that you were almost terrified at that moment. His eyes looked at you as if they had known you all your life, as if you had lived too many moments together to remember them all, and you just wanted to ask him about it, but you did not. Tony’s arm was around your waist before you could even react and he pulled you close to him, his lips firmly against yours. For Tony it was one of the best sensations of his life, every limb seemed to fill with energy, his skin bristled, he placed his other hand on your back preventing you from fleeing if you had any intention of doing so. He felt your body scent envelop him again after so many years away from you and it brought a lump to his throat. He didn’t want to separate from you, he couldn’t separate from you, he was terrified inside, he could hardly move his lips, for he feared you would run away if he did.

On your part it was something completely unexpected that you didn’t know how to carry out, it seemed that your common sense was lost somewhere, as if it had extrapolated from your body and didn’t act. Your eyes remained open for the first few seconds, observing the nothingness, but when you felt his second hand on your back to bring you closer to him, they closed very slowly, as if you expected to receive an answer from this act to your numerous doubts. You held still, with no intention of separating yourself from him. You wouldn’t deny that you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to kiss Tony Stark, but that wasn’t the Tony Stark you knew.

It was time that decided when to end it, Tony’s face was the one that put distance, but his minus was still glued to your back. He leaned his forehead against yours, exposing his ragged breath against your face.

“Who are you?” you whispered against his lips without opening your eyes yet.

Tony pulled back a few inches, opened his eyes and brought his hands to your face analysing every facial feature before him, running his thumb over your cheeks and lips.

“I promise I’ll fix it,” he whispered feeling himself. “It’ll be all right.”

“What…  What will be alright?” your hesitation felt present in your words, it was incomprehensible what he was saying.

“I…” began Tony.

As if the breath stopped in your lungs, you took one last exhale before everything went dark and you hips surrendered in Tony’s arms. The tip of the sceptre had grazed your body causing you to enter a deep sleep from which when you awoke you would possibly think that everything you had experienced was a dream, or that it was really Loki who was playing with you.

“It would have been rather more gentlemanly of you to let me do it,” Tony looked at Steve spitefully as he held your body in his hands.

A fearful sigh escaped Tony’s lips as he carefully laid your body on the floor and ran his palm over his face, facing a voice that told him he couldn’t leave.

“Tony, we can’t leave any loose ends,” Steve whispered as he watched Tony continue to hold you in his arms. “I know how much you want to get back to her. So the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you’ll be reunited,” Steve rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “By the way, where do you have the tesseract?”

“Interesting question…”

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