#young tony

[starker-sorbet]

1950s au with boyfriends Tony and Tony's car to go and have a picnic

[muse-of-gods]

When Peter wakes up in the morning, someone else is there in bed with him - a young version of Tony. He is lying right where his Tony fell asleep last night, looking as confused as Peter is. And so they spend the next days together trying to find out what happened and how to get the old Tony back. Although Peter has to admit that young Tony is just as irresistible as the older version.

For @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2023: De-Aged Tony

[loversrocktvgirl2]

OH MY GOD THIS KILLED ME 😭😭

IT’S AMAZING

I AM DYING LAUGHING OVER HERE

13/10 would recommend people read this because oh my god i’m lmfao

need your thoughts/headcanons abt tony and PDA 😳👉👈 Please

I wanna do young!Tony too!!!

PDA HCs

Warnings: like two sexual references | no pronouns used for reader

young!Tony

💠 Believe it or not, he doesn’t tend to be handsy in public, nor does he tend to wanna do too much lovey-dovey stuff 😔

💠 On a date at that cute cafe and start playing footsie with him under the table? He’s usually busier giving you the side eye rather than playing back… and not in a good way 😒 but when he places a hand on your calf in an attempt to stop you or blushes and whines for you to stop, he doesn’t realize it really only makes you wanna do it more 😉🤭

💠 He probably just doesn’t wanna look horny in public 😘 He does kind enjoy it, but he definitely doesn’t look amused 😅

💠 Of course, he won’t mind holding hands while walking to his class or along the street to a date spot 🥰🥰 in fact, he loves it! If you slip your hand into his first, he’ll get all giddy inside and smile, buuut unfortunately his smile is naturally all cocky and smug 🤧 so don’t take it the wrong way! He’s having a great time!! He feels loved!! Especially if you’re leasing him somewhere!

💠 Well maybe he is a little smug 😏 He’s proud to be loved!

💠 He also initiates it, obviously! But when he does it, it’s a little different. He wants to feel close to you 🥺 he wants to touch you 🥺 and let’s be honest, he likes to feel like the big and strong one in this relationship! Even if he is, in fact, neither of those things (yet) 😅

💠 If it’s crowded, he doesn’t want you to get lost or feel unsafe 🥺🥺🥺 he wants to feel like he’s kinda protecting you okay 🥺🥺🥺 practically cuddle into his side as you’re walking tbh 🥺🥺 he’ll probably be blushy but he’ll feel great 🥹

💠 Behind closed doors, Tony is a very eager…kisser 😏 but he’s a little more shy in public spaces! He’ll very obviously wanna kiss you out on that patio of the Italian place, but instead he has puppy eyes and (finally) a dorky smile while getting really close 🥴 he’ll probably just settle for wrapping his arm around yours or if he’s really brave today, a hand on your leg 😌

💠 You know, honestly, this might be more of a turn on anyway 🤔

💠 Now, this confidence definitely takes a 180° when the general public is now other rich assholes… and when he’s had a few glasses of wine 😅

💠 Galas, parties, Expos— you’re gonna be invited to a lot of rich people things! With a lot of other brilliant minds! And rich people! Attractive people! Maybe it’s the jealousy or maybe it’s the fact that these people know a lot more about Tony and are kinda watching him (or maybe he’s actually more comfortable in this environment???), but now his arm is around your waist all night, instead of just holding your hand he’s rubbing his hand up and down your arm a few times

💠 He also gets a lot more mischievous! You’ll probably be shocked when he not-so-subtly touches your butt 🤧 but because he didn’t usually do that he’s still a little red in the cheeks and smirking like he’s holding back a laugh 🤭

💠 He still loves it if you wanna lean into his shoulder, but this time he’ll kiss your forehead when you do 🥺🥺

💠 Tbh he still saves any of the real kissing for behind closed doors, but…. he never specified which closed doors 😏

💠 After a few drinks he definitely gets a little bold 😘 play footsie with him under his table now and he might play back! Don’t let him catch you elsewhere talking with a group because he’ll hug you from behind and probably be not so, er, subtle 😳

💠 Honestly though, you get the best of both worlds! He’s more cute and subtle out-and-about, but when you get to play dress up on those special events and occasions, he’ll turn up the hear a little 😘

Tony

💠 Tony has definitely gotten to the point where he doesn’t give a damn 😅 well, mostly. Like- don’t worry, he’ll take you to a lockable bathroom to fuck in 😏🥴

💠 But he’s older, routinely goes through the ✨horrors✨, maybe a little wiser but that’s sometimes that’s debatable…

💠 And while he’s certainly not touch-starved with how much attention and pampering he gets when he’s home, he does like having a point of contact with you when you’re out of the house 🥰

💠 And when he’s feeling the love??? He’s gonna show it!!! He’s not afraid to stop and give you a quick kiss!

💠 If it’s crowded, he doesn’t want to get separated and generally feels unsafe and anxious :( so he really likes holding hands pretty much everywhere! Like sure, he won’t have any problems with letting go while you’re looking in a shop or sat down in a restaurant, but when you’re out walking he definitely wants to hold hands!

💠 Tbh he feels very special if you initiate it even though by this point you’re probably literally married 🤧🥺 hold his hand and push yourself into his side as you walk and he’ll smile just a little 🥰🥰🥰🥰

💠 Naturally, if you’re both standing in a crowded area, maybe you’re in line for something, he’ll definitely have a grip on your waist and instinctually scanning the room… squeeze his hand and kiss his cheek and you’ll have his attention again 🥰 and you’ll probably get a real kiss too 😘 even if it is tame and short

💠 At a restaurant, absolutely play footsie with him under the table! He’ll, granted discreetly, smile like he’s having genuine fun!

💠 He’ll also probably end up bumping his knee against yours all the time and keeping it there, or man spreading so his leg can be pressed against yours. He just likes having constant contact and reassurance!

💠 And considering he nearly dies like every day, he certainly doesn’t mind giving and receiving kisses whenever and wherever! Watching my fireworks in the middle of the park? Kiss him!!! Everyone and the tv is watching him about to leave for god knows what or maybe he’s getting back??? Kiss him!!!!

💠 You could literally be in a museum and he’ll randomly lean into you for a quick kiss on your cheek or head 🥰 and some cheesy like about how you’re the best work of art here before quickly kissing your lips 😘😏

💠 Now he’s still a classy guy, okay 🤨🤨🤨🤨 don’t try any tongue action with him yet 🤨🤨🤨🤨 not here 😤😤😤

💠 But that’s not to say he doesn’t mind in— you guessed it— more intimate settings like parties, galas, Expos— whatever the hell he’s getting an invite to this time! Or throwing!

💠 He’ll even come up behind you and kiss your neck a few times 🥴 while you’re talking to someone 😅 with his hands on your arms or hips and drifting up and down 🥴

💠 Sure he’s obviously still proud to be loved, but he definitely likes to show off 😏 not necessarily just you but literally he just want to show off how his love is the best kind of love 😌

[ashoss]

so many red characters yet so little space…

[oxygenisachoice]

My one piece animatic is done! It’s fully colored and about 50 drawings long— it would mean I lot of you would like to check it out!

Short preview:

Full thing:

[librababe99]

Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.

❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.

❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.

❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE

Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)

Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation

Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink

Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting

Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink

Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)

Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus

Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex

Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring

Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption

Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage

Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play

Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication

Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking

Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism

Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie

Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey

[mirroredmemoriez]

Line em up!

Bonus Amanda under cut….

I'd assume her long haired mugshot here is the one that actually would be in the line up? Due to the fact this happened BEFORE Jigsaw meaning before her big ol hair chop. But truly this one is way harder to find in the grand scheme.

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Falling Asleep Headcanons (Tony, Steve, Peter)

masterlist

Tony

When you fall asleep near Tony, it’s cuddled up in a blanket on a chair, watching him in his workshop, in his element. It takes about fifteen minutes for him to realize you fell asleep, and the second he does, he feels bad. 

You’re gonna get a neck cramp in the morning if you sleep on this damn chair all night, and y’know what? He’s not gonna have that. 

Keeping you in your little blanket wrap, he picks you up and he carries you upstairs to go to bed. 

Normally, Tony can spend hours upon hours upon HOURS down in the workshop, fine tuning and inventing and building. It’s been a bit of a problem for everyone who knows him—his lack of sleep can make him insufferable in Stark Industry meetings, and it’s not good for him to be alone for so long with his thoughts just to keep them all to himself—but you’ve been the exception in the sense that, instead of insisting on dragging him up to bed night after night, you just come downstairs and stay there. If he’s gonna be your problem, then you’re gonna be his. 

He likes that you come and keep him company now, but sometimes he gets so caught up in his work that he forgets you’re there, and when he remembers, he always feels guilty. 

So tonight, he carries you up to bed and instead of sneaking back downstairs, he decides to stay with you.

You make yourself comfortable with him so easily that his heart sort of melts a bit, and he holds you closer to him, gently tracing soft circles on your back, breathing in rhythm with you. The cold night air comes in through the cracked-open window, and he finds himself relaxing enough to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, something he’s struggled with for a long time. 

When you wake up in the morning and find yourself here, you smile, because you know that he loves you. 

Steve

When you fall asleep on Steve, it’s after the two of you went on a date. You’d gone to a nice restaurant and then out dancing, and you’d had a wonderful time with him. You liked that he was a little bit old fashioned. It was a nice change of pace from all the more modern men you’d been on dates with. You felt like he treated you with more respect than they did, too. 

You rode back to the Avengers tower on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped around his toned chest, feeling the cool air against your skin and his warmth against you. 

You felt comfortable and safe. Motorcycles normally scared you a bit, especially when there was a great deal of traffic. But riding on Steve’s motorcycle on a back country road in the cool night, hugging onto him, you felt safe and happy. You were tired, your feet hurt from dancing in high heels, but you were content to be there. You leaned your head against his back and closed your eyes, relaxed. 

You weren’t quite asleep by the time he’d gotten you both home, but you’d almost drifted off a bit. “Sorry,” you said casually. 

“No, it’s okay,” Steve assured with a smile. “I like that you trust me enough.” You smiled back and him, and he helped you off of the motorcycle. Carrying your shoes, he walked you up the stairs to your bedroom.

While you got unready from your date and ready for bed, he did the same, sliding off his shoes and jacket and switching out his dress pants for pajama pants, leaving his white t-shirt on. When you came back into your bedroom, he was already lying under the covers. You climbed into bed and he brought your into his arms, and you drifted off to sleep. 

Peter

When you fall asleep on Peter, it’s in the middle of your movie night together. You’re relaxed on the couch with his arm around you, watching a bad comedy movie from twenty years ago, and you’re pretty tired. 

You like the movie, it’s not that—but you’re so comfortable this close to him, the blanket wrapped around you, back against the couch and head on his shoulder, that you find yourself drifting off to sleep. 

When Peter realizes that you’ve fallen asleep, he gets a little bit stressed out. 

What does he do? Does he just stay still? Does he carry you to bed? Does he fall asleep too? He’s panicking. 

Tony passes by the room and chuckles when he sees you peacefully sleeping and Peter stressing out over it. “Hey, kid, it’s okay, just stay still,” Tony says quietly, amusement clear in his tone. Peter nods in understanding and just freezes. Tony laughs a little, keeping his voice down so that he doesn’t wake you. “Don’t freeze, just…stay there. Finish your movie.”

Peter nods again. “Okay,” he whispers. He tries his best to remain calm and relax back into the couch. 

Within thirty minutes, he’s fallen asleep with you.

Thor passes by to grab a midnight snack and he sees the two of you passed out on the couch together, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Ah. Young love,” he remarks quietly to himself and walks away, letting the two of you sleep. 

In the morning, you both wake up, still on the couch. Natasha’s sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper casually. “Morning, lovebirds. Don’t worry. Everybody already saw you cuddling.”

Peter blushes and you laugh. You turn to him. “I’m hungry, you wanna get breakfast with me?” He nods and you grin, and he follows you into the kitchen.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Young!Tony getting home all happy to see his mom and his girl, then Jarvis is like "uhhhh maybe not? why don't we go outside, Master Stark, have a drink, play some cards, C'MON! 😁" and Tony's like VERY SUSPICIOUS. But then, when Jarvis goes inside to grab them some snacks, Tony SNEAKS INSIDE THE HOUSE! And there are his mom and his girl discussing their love and sex lives over drinks, both very tipsy and oversharing. And now Tony's MORTIFIED, he runs outside screaming, poor boi is TRAUMATIZED. And poor old Jarvis is just like "well, I did tell to stay outside. You brought that upon yourself"

“You Weren’t Supposed to Hear That, Tony”

A/N: This was sitting in my inbox for far too long!!

Pairing: young! Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ fluff.

Tony Stark Masterlist

It was the kind of day that felt like the whole world conspired to be perfect just for him. Young Tony Stark—bright-eyed, sharp-smiled, fresh off presenting his first solo prototype at a symposium in Geneva—was glowing. The applause was still echoing in his ears, the champagne buzz hadn’t worn off, and he only wanted one thing now:

Home.

More specifically, home where his two favorite women were: his mother, Maria Stark, and you—the brilliant, witty, way-too-good-for-him girl he’d been dating for a few very fast, very intense months. Maria was, alarmingly, already in love with you. It was a little terrifying.

He pulled into the long driveway of the Stark estate, sunglasses pushed up into his tousled hair, energy bouncing off him like static. The house was unusually quiet as he entered through the side door, humming a Bowie song under his breath.

That was when he saw Jarvis—the original, human one, looking slightly nervous and oddly… obstructive.

“Master Tony,” Jarvis greeted, far too formally. “How was Geneva? You must be exhausted.”

“I am exhausted. And starving. And extremely ready for praise and affection from two of the greatest women to ever walk the earth. Where are they?”

Jarvis cleared his throat. “Ah! Yes. About that. I was thinking we might enjoy the last of the sunshine on the patio? I could deal you in for a quick hand of cards, perhaps a drink—”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “…You’re deflecting.”

“Deflecting?” Jarvis let out a high-pitched chuckle. “Certainly not.”

“You only offer me cards when something’s on fire or someone’s having a breakdown.”

“Well, technically—”

Tony didn’t wait. Suspicion lit his face and before Jarvis could stop him, he darted for the living room entrance like a bloodhound on a mission. Jarvis sighed and muttered a low, “Oh dear,” before shuffling off to retrieve snacks he had no intention of serving anymore.

Meanwhile…

Tony crept up the hallway. Voices. Laughter. Clinking glasses.

He peeked around the doorframe.

There you were. Sitting on the couch, wine glass in hand, cheeks flushed from alcohol and affection, next to Maria Stark who was exactly one and a half drinks past graceful sophistication. Your legs were tucked up, hers stretched out, both of you looking far too relaxed for the earth-shattering words spilling from your mouths.

“He glows after, Maria,” you were saying with a dreamy sigh. “Like. Genuinely radiant. I’m like—is that genius or just post-orgasm science juice?”

Maria cackled. “Oh sweetheart, if he gets that from his father, then good luck. I had to buy blackout curtains. Man was a menace.”

Tony’s soul near about left his body.

“I can’t believe I ever thought Howard was boring,” Maria went on, sipping deeply. “He was—well. Let’s just say, we once broke the kitchen table.”

Tony let out a sound like a strangled banshee.

You gasped. “Tony eats breakfast there!!”

“Not for a week after that, he didn’t.”

Tony STUMBLED BACKWARDS, bumped into the wall, hit a decorative vase (which he somehow caught mid-fall because Stark reflexes), and fled the scene like it was on fire.

He burst back out onto the patio, looking like he’d seen Satan flossing in a tutu.

Jarvis, standing there with a bowl of olives and crackers, glanced up mildly. “Oh. I see you went inside.”

Tony collapsed into the nearest lounge chair. “They were talking about sex, JARVIS. Mine. Theirs. THE KITCHEN TABLE.”

“Well, I did suggest we remain outdoors.”

“I’M NEVER EATING ANYTHING OFF A FLAT SURFACE AGAIN.”

Jarvis calmly placed a drink in his hand.

“It’s gin. Neat. I anticipated a stronger trauma.”

Tony downed it in one go, shuddered, and pointed a trembling finger. “You—you knew. You knew and you let me walk into that Buzzfeed Top 10 list of my personal hells.”

Jarvis merely smiled. “Welcome home, Master Stark.”

.

Inside, after Tony’s not-so-stealthy retreat, you and Maria exchanged looks.

You squinted toward the hallway. “Did you… hear something?”

Maria grinned into her glass. “Sounded like a strangled dolphin. That would be my son.”

Your eyes widened. “No.”

“Oh yes.” She sipped again, wicked glint in her eyes. “Think he caught the bit about the table.”

You groaned, hiding your face in a cushion. “He’s never going to look me in the eye again.”

Maria patted your shoulder sweetly. “Better get used to it, sweetheart. You’re one of us now.”

Meanwhile, outside, Tony sat slack-jawed and muttering to himself.

“Blackout curtains… the kitchen table… I need therapy. I need bleach. I need to move.”

Jarvis slid another drink toward him with a knowing sigh.

“You need to learn to listen when someone says don’t go in there.”

.

Tony sat between you and Maria, fork poised like a weapon, suspicion already simmering.

“So…” Maria began, slicing into her roast with too much glee. “Remember that trip we were planning, sweetheart? I was thinking Tuscany.”

You sipped your wine innocently. “Mmm, yes. Good food. Great views. Tables strong enough to hold—”

Clink. Tony dropped his fork. “Okay. Okay.” He pointed between the two of you. “This is a trap. This entire dinner is a psychological warfare operation.”

Maria turned to you, all sweetness. “Should we tell him about the vintage wine?”

You nodded sagely. “Ah yes. The one that unlocked so many secrets.”

Tony stood up with a chair-scraping screech. “I’m done. I’m moving to the guesthouse. JARVIS, initiate witness protection protocol.”

“Right away, sir,” Jarvis replied smoothly, barely concealing his amusement.

As Tony stormed off muttering about therapy, trauma, and the betrayal of all maternal figures, you and Maria toasted your wine glasses with a synchronized clink.

“Cheers to poor decisions and even worse timing.”

“Cheers to never letting him live it down.”

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Fury: While company is here, I expect you all to be on your best behavior.

Tony: … Why are you looking at me?

Fury: Was I?

Tony: Yes, and you still are.

[oneofstarkskids]

you never lost me

kate bishop x stark!reader

genre: angsty fluff

notes: she/her pronouns are used! WLW

summary: moving on is hard. it's even harder when you have to take up the mantle your father left behind. it's a decision you didn't want to make, but kate bishop is nothing if not relentless.

you were minding your own business, walking through the parking garage of your apartment when you heard a strange clatter.

on edge, you searched for the origin of the noise.

you found nothing, but as you turned back around to keep going, you were met with those familiar blue eyes and jet black hair.

you paused for a moment, shocked and mildly annoyed. "i already told you, i don't want to join your super secret boy band."

"young avengers," kate corrected.

you crossed your arms defensively and glared at her.

"and i think if you would just hear me out-" she started.

"no, kate. you hear me out. i lost... everything. i lost my dad. and the only people i ever considered family are dead or god knows where," you tried to swallow your pain. push it down so that she couldn't see it.

she shook her head, "you didn't lose everything." she tried to take your hand in hers but you tugged it away before clearing your throat and blinking back tears.

you stared at the ground to avoid the pathetically disappointed look in her eyes.

"i'm not a hero, kate," you say barely loud enough for her to hear. "and i'm definitely not iron man."

kate doesn't know what to say. she watches as you brush past her and make your way to the elevator. she sighs, knowing she's going to have to group up with the others and give them the bad news.

"you said she'd listen to you!" kamala protests.

"well, i was wrong, okay." kate replays the conversation in the back of her mind.

america takes another slice of pizza, nearly devouring it whole. "and there's nobody else?" she asks, mouth full.

"nobody like her," kate answers.

cassie finally speaks up, "well, maybe someone else should try. maybe there's just too much...history...between you two."

kate glares at her, but billy backs cassie up, "just wait a minute, she might be right. i mean, if you two dated-"

"we never dated," kate shot back.

billy didn't believe her, "well whatever you want to call it. maybe she just doesn't want to talk to you about it."

kate scoffed, "wow guys. why am even trying to explain this to you. you're literally children."

"i'm eighteen," cassie says.

kate makes a face, "that's like the same thing. you still have "teen" in your age."

"no it's not!" cassie says in defense, leading the whole table into another pointless argument.

but in the midst of their bickering, kate's phone buzzed against the table.

"who is it?" billy asked.

kamala chimed in, "is it her?"

"pick it up!" cassie said.

kate shushed them all, reaching for her phone. sure enough your name, and the cutest photo of you that she never had the courage to change, lit up on the screen.

she froze, the pain of her past leaving a stabbing pain in her chest.

kamala impatiently swiped the phone from her shaking hand and answered, "hello?"

"hey!" kate whispered in annoyance.

"who is this?" you asked on the other end, knowing kate's voice like the back of your hand. paranoia ran through you like a cold chill.

"well, my superhero name is ms. marvel, but you can call me kamala. i'm kind of like the leader of the young avengers," she spoke confidently.

billy scrunched his face up in confusion.

"uh, actually-" kate tried to intervene.

"leader? you sound twelve," you responded.

"well that's just rude. i'm sixteen, not twelve. and did your parents teach you any manners?," she shot back.

you spoke again without thinking, "my parents are dead."

kamala went silent for a moment.

the rest of the table was giving her urgent looks, trying to figure out what was happening on the other end of the phone.

"well, you'll fit right in! billy's pretty sure both his parents are dead. kate's dad is dead, and peter's entire family is dead," she tried to reassure you.

kate facepalmed, already envisioning the look on your face.

"you're going to join, right?" kamala asked enthusiastically.

you took a deep breath in, "can i speak to kate?"

kamala's hope deflated a bit, but she passed the phone anyway.

kate looked down at the phone nervously before bringing it up to her ear, "hello?"

"kamala's a character," you joked lightly.

kate let out something that was partially a scoff and partially a laugh, "they all are. you have no idea."

"i wanna be on the team," you said quietly.

she almost wondered if she heard you right, "you do?"

"i talked to peter for the first time since...the funeral," you said, voice cracking a bit.

you tried to hold back the wave of emotions that threatened to drown you, "he's right. i've been running away from things. kate, i even ran away from you. and i'm so sorry," you tried to stifle your sniffling, but she could tell you were crying anyway.

you hated this. this was not the kind of conversation you had on the phone, but here you were nonetheless.

kate stood up from the table, walking away to get some privacy. the team understood.

"it's okay, i messed up too," she tried to take blame, but you wouldn't let her.

you shook your head, not that she could see, "no. it's my fault. i ruined what we had. because i'm so afraid."

"i was so afraid of losing you. and i pushed you away. and it happened anyway," you said through your tears.

kate's own eyes glistened as she spoke, clutching the phone to her face like it was your hand there instead, "you never lost me."

[starker-sorbet]

⚘ White Lily ⚘ - symbolizes innocence, virginity, purity and modesty

Peter offering up his virginity to his boyfriend Tony

[1ns1deyourm1nd]

[avengerscompound]

Jessica Jones, Tony Stark, & Steve Rogers The Young Avengers Debut | Today in Marvel History

[lesiasmadness]

Nobody move I'm dressing the kids up all pretty

[gabbins]

this AEW 2024 recap brought a tear to my eye what a beautiful roster we have