Tony Starks

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Series

A/N: HEY GUYS! I literally forgot that I made this a month ago but never posted it haha! :D I’ve always been a sucker for a/b/o fics and I wanted to shake things up a bit. (: pls excuse any misspellings as I get too excited when I wrote this lol. ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Delta: Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.

Warnings: minor character death. Soon to be smut!!

Your life consisted of abnormal circumstances.

Your parents were both very well respected alphas in your small town. They courted each other for a couple years before having your older brother, who of course, turned out to be an alpha as well. So naturally, when your mother became pregnant with you everyone assumed you would be as well. In fact, at the baby shower they refused to receive any traditional beta or omega feeding supplies.

But whenever your mother went into labor one January night instead of the usual summer morning like alphas were, it threw everyone off guard.They didn’t stress it, though. Maybe it was just nothing more than a false alarm. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong.

After fifteen long hours of labor, you were born, but were weren’t an alpha or a beta. Not even an omega.

Somehow, you were a delta.

There weren’t many left in the United States, looking on Google there had to be at least 2,000 in the entire country. And that was for a rather scary reason.

Deltas were the rare flower of the alpha/beta/omega cycle. They were a bit different than the others. The heats were on a whole other spectrum of complication. For starters, you would exactly experience a heat. It was your body’s natural way of finding a suitable partner. Meaning, until you came across an exceptional alpha, your body would put itself on hold. The downside was that when it would happen someday, if not taken care of correctly, you could die. It was extreme, yes, but you always figured that Mother Nature just had it out for you.

The next thing was mating and bonding. If you were to want to settle down, not only would your significant other have to be an alpha, they’d have to be very experienced. Mating was one thing, but it took a special someone to actually bond. You couldn’t just settle for a beta like some others did, which sucked.

But you highly doubted that would ever happen.

You lived a highly sheltered life growing up. Instead of going out and experiencing adolescence, you were kept inside for your own safety. That was, until your parents passed away in a car crash shortly after your eighteenth birthday. Fortunately, you and your brother inherited a fair share of money and you parted ways.

Which is how you ended up in New York City.

You had enough funds to find you a nice, small apartment in a well lit area and just enough for college. You even found a doctor that specializes with delta’s and got yourself some suppressants. You were officially passing yourself off as an omega, which gave you an excellent sense of security.

Life was going great.

Until one day it wasn’t.


You were leaving class one afternoon, carrying the many blueprints in your arms as you carefully placed each foot in front of the other. You hated the steps outside NYU, as they got super slippery during the rainy seasons. You carefully placed each step with precaution, until suddenly your foot slipped from the step, sending you flying onto your face in the middle of the crowded students. Per usual.

With a cry, you hastily gathered up the many tangled blueprints that scattered across the ground. You spent three sleepless nights on these! There was no way you’d let people walk all over them. But before you could reach the last one, you were stopped by a pair of black heels blocking your way. The mysterious woman bent down and picked up one of your papers and smoothed it out on her skirt. You watched as she held the blueprint up, blocking your view of her face. Great! Now you’d be a victim of plagiarism.

“Excuse me,” you say harshly, reaching upwards for the blueprint. “That’s mine!”

“I kind of guessed that, kid.” She replied with a small laugh. Wait, you could’ve swore you’ve heard that voice before. But for the life of god, you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Did you come up with these on your own?” she asks, turning the page over.

“Well…yeah.” you scoff, standing to your feet. You reached forward to grab the paper again, only to be met with a very impressed redheaded woman, one you’ve pretty much seen your entire life. Your mouth practically hit the floor. The rest of the blueprints in your hand slipped from your grasp and pooled around your feet.

“P-Pepper Potts!”

Pepper smiled down at you, cocking her head to the side. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt so self conscious under her gaze. Pepper was an unusually dominant beta, as you could tell by the way she carried herself. Somehow, it also gave off the motherly vibe.

“That’s my name. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you say. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You watched as she leaned in and inhaled deeply, her eyes dilating slightly. You felt yourself growing nervous. There’s no way she could’ve known you were a delta. Dr. Strange made sure you had the highest dosage on the market. Surely a random beta wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Well, Y/N,” she says, pulling out a tablet and tapping on it rapidly. You try to sneak a peek at it, only to have her hold it back further from you. You only felt yourself growing more nervous. Before you could open your mouth to ask what in the world was going on, Pepper beat you to it.

“How do you feel about working for Tony Stark?”

-FIN ❤

(Part 2 will be here soon as heck you guys!)

  • Bucky: Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and then kidnap Stark? Sorry. The voices.
  • Avengers: [stares]
  • Bucky: Ahaha, I'm kidding! Jeez! That's not what they really said.

Tony: We’ll tell our friends about our engagement when I want and how I want. Now, ask me nicely.

Bucky: Ask you nicely what?

Tony: Ask me nicely to marry you… Bucky.

Bucky: What does that mean?

Tony: You heard me. On your knee.

Bucky: [he kneels] Fine. Does this work for you?

Tony: Oh, I like this. Yeah.

Bucky: Here you go. Will you marry me?

Tony: No. Say it like you mean it.

Bucky: Tony.

Tony: Yes, James.

Bucky: Sweet Anthony.

Tony: I’m listening.

Bucky: Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?

Tony: Ok. I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.

Can I Have This Dance?

summary: Tony and Steve met in high school and from school sweethearts, become husbands, parents, always dancing through their lives.

A/N: I wrote this story for a creative writing course in college, and I decided to turn it into a Stony fic. I tried to challenge myself by deviating a bit from Steve and Tony’s usual characteristics. I made Tony the shy one this time just to switch things up. This is not a tickle fic, but rather an AU fic that shows the progression of their relationship and it is told from Steve’s perspective. Lots of fluff in this one! Hope you like it :)

thank you!! it was very sweet and soothing, and just the thing I needed. guys, if you are in a mood for something serene and calm, this is your fic!


Can I Have This Dance? by @pleasantlyjovialfun

He had liked him for a while now.

Tony had only been at his school for three months, but Steve had noticed him right away. He had noticed the gorgeous smile and tanned skin, and he had especially noticed his intense brown eyes that seemed to light up the room when he walked in. He was a bit shy and mostly kept to himself, but he had managed to bring forth a few smiles here and there. Steve would wave to Tony in the hallway or make eye contact with him in class, and Tony would either give a small wave or smile back at him. Steve loved that smile. He wished he could see it all day. Even though Tony was shyer than he was, Steve could tell that he didn’t mind the attention that he was giving him. He had always been told that he was a good- looking guy. With his blonde hair, blue eyes and medium build, he had always had luck with those he pursued.

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It’s interesting how in Avengers Assemble, Tony is kind of the pretty boy of the team. His handsomeness is commented on, off the top of my head, by the Impossible Man (Avengers Impossible), Hawkeye (Super Adaptoid), and of course Tony himself (in Valhalla Can Wait he even says to Megan McClaren: “You can call me Irresistible Iron Man.” lol). I can’t remember anyone else’s looks being commented on (except for Thor’s hair getting some positive buzz in The Arsenal). 

It’s an in-canon fact that in addition to being rich and brilliant, Tony is also a babe, and possibly the best-looking Avenger. 

I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 21/?) (Rogers/Stark x reader)

Part 20

You, Steve, and Tony all sat together quietly, your chairs facing each other but avoiding each other’s eyes with a fierce determination to keep the distance present between you.  It was the last place that you wanted to be, but with Bucky and Natasha sitting on the other side of the door and likely armed, none of you felt that arguing with them was in your best interests.  The duo had all but forced the three of you into the quinjet for this trip to London to meet with Steve’s therapist, and even though he hadn’t worked with groups such as this before, he couldn’t turn it down when Bucky explained everything that had happened to bring you guys to this point. He knew of Steve’s PTSD but he had no idea that it was such a prevalent problem for all of you.

“Steve, would you like to start?” he asked gently, nodding eagerly to encourage him to begin.



“Not particularly.”

“Okay,” he sighed, turning to his last hope of compliance, where it was least likely to be found, “Tony? Is there anything that you’d like to say to get us going?”

“I don’t believe in therapy.”

“Great,” he clapped his hands almost joyfully, “now there’s something that I can work with.”  

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