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Happy Birthday, Miles!

I almost forgot arguably the most important birthday in the MPU. Thank goodness I remembered! Anyway, March 22, 2016 will be Miles’s sixteenth birthday. And because my MPU headcanon is now and always shall be that the high school years are tough on Miles, well, this story reflects that. Meaning: feels. Many feels. Arguably all the feels? We’ll see.

With all that in mind: happy birthday, Miles!

On his sixteenth birthday, Miles wakes up and stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, exactly the same as every other morning.  Even when he stretches, his body sort of reassembling after being balled up under the covers, he feels unremarkable.  Same height, same speed, same brain full of the same crap (assignments, projects, his stupid text conversation with the girl he sort of likes).  Sixteen feels like fifteen and fourteen, and he drags himself into the bathroom before Amy and her eight thousand hair ribbons claim it.

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Presumptions, Chapter 11: "A Message from the Universe"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

A Marvel fanfiction set in the Motion Practice universe
Chapter 11:  “A Message from the Universe”
Tony Stark/Bruce Banner, Teddy Altman, Miles Morales, Amy Jimenez, Tess Hansen, Dot Barnes, James Rhodes, Maya Hansen, Jessica Jones, Jessica Drew
Rated M for language and adult content; 7,826 words 

In this chapter, Tony and Bruce confront Miles’s secrecy head-on. Except Miles’s secrecy is just a symptom of the greater problem–and it’s pretty clear that that pot is about to boil over.

Happy birthday, Amy!

Yesterday, September 7, was Amy’s birthday. Here is a little story about several of her birthdays–and about her mama.

When Amy turns five, she and Mama live in a house that smells kind of like the bathroom and like cleaning chemicals at the same time. There’s lots of people in the house, people Mama calls Amy’s tias and tios even though they’re not related. Mama’s new boyfriend, a big man who always says bad words when he talks, lives there too. He scares Amy a little, but Mama smiles when she sees him. She’s happy, and her job’s good, and on Amy’s birthday, she surprises Amy with a cake and churros and the stuffed kangaroo Amy saw at the zoo on her field trip.

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anonymous asked:

MPU: Bruce helping Amy with her lines and/or costume for a school play.

“My name is Mercury, small and fast,” Amy recites—and then, she freezes.

The first grade program—for teachers, parents, and “others,” a label that’d caused Tony to sneer and roll his eyes—is in three days, and every time they rehearse, Amy panics. She’s standing in the middle of the home office right now, her eyes wide and spooked as she searches for the words. Bruce stops hot-gluing the Styrofoam ball that will be a tiny Mercury to her headband and smiles. “You know this,” he says encouragingly.

Amy’s throat bobs. “My name is Mercury,” she starts over, her voice shakier than before, “small and fast. I’m—” She frowns, her whole face crumpling. “I’m—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bruce says, and he abandons the arts-and-crafts part of the outfit your child for the play requirement to come over and kneel in front of Amy. Her lower lip’s starting to quiver, so he brushes hair out of her face. She pulls in a damp, brave breath, and he smiles at her. “You’ve practiced these lines a hundred times. With me, with Miles, with Tony—”

Amy wrinkles her nose. “Tony reads the sun’s lines in a dumb voice.”

Bruce grins. “Some people might just call that his voice,” he teases, and she giggles. He smoothes his thumb along her hairline. “You know this,” he says one last time. “And you’ll be the best Mercury in your class.”

“I’m the only Mercury,” she reminds him.

“I know,” he says, and leans in to kiss her forehead.

At the play on Monday, Amy steps up in front of the boy playing the sun and proudly announces: “My name is Mercury, small and fast. I’m in first, and Pluto’s last.”

And after the play, Bruce discovers that Tony changed the dialogue from Neptune (the final actual planet in the solar system, Tony) to Pluto.

everstriving  asked:

#16 - Miles & Teddy & Amy

“It could be worse?”

Miles glances at Teddy, his face almost Pepper-level skeptical, and Teddy sighs.  The kitchen, once pristine and recently cleaned (thanks to Tony sucking up to Bruce yesterday), now reminds him of the fallout from Dunkin’ Doughnuts, Tim Hortons, and Mrs. Fields going to war.

Amy brushes flour-dusted hair out of her face.  “I wanted to make them breakfast for Father’s Day,” she justifies.  “I found a recipe online and everything.”

“You found a recipe,” Teddy repeats.

She nods.  “With the iPad.  The password is Bruce’s birthday with a zero in front.”

Miles snorts a laugh, but Teddy scrubs a hand over his face.  Illicit iPad use, illicit kitchen use, egg on the ceiling (at least, he hopes it’s egg), and all before nine in the morning.  “They’re going to kill us,” he decides.

Miles smirks.  “What happened to it could be worse?” he asks.  Teddy points to the egg (or whatever) on the ceiling, and his foster brother cringes. “Okay, point.”

Teddy revels in the victory for literally one second.

Because then, the smoke detector goes off.

cureyourtemper  asked:

Prompt weekends are the BEST weekends ever! Okay so I always want more MPU Tony/Bruce with the kids and this prompt is no different! I'm starting my first post-undergrad job on Monday (!!!) so I would love a drabble with one of the kids' first jobs. Miles, Teddy, or Amy, I don't care! Thanks for taking prompts from your adoring fans again!

This fill is not precisely on point but I could not resist writing it:

“Your entrepreneurial spirit is fantastic and everything, honey, but maybe today is the wrong day for a lemonade stand.”

Amy glares at Tony like her life depends on it, and Tony raises his hand. Only one, because the other is holding his umbrella in an attempt to stay gloriously dry. It’s raining cats and dogs outside, a torrential June downpour that threatens to wash the whole city downstream, but Amy is huddled under the car tarp in her rain boots, hawking lemonade.

When Tony figures out which brother rigged the tarp into a makeshift lemonade tent, he is reprogramming their ringtones to One Direction songs.

“I’m earning money,” Amy informs him stubbornly, her arms crossed over her chest. “I sold three cups.”

“To who?”

She pauses. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Lemme guess: curly hair, about this tall—” Tony holds a hand up to about his own height. “—answers to the name of Bruce?”

Amy scowls at him. “I still sold them.”

“To one of the four people who love you enough to come out and buy rainy lemonade, yes.”

She sinks down in her plastic chair (stolen, like the plastic table and all the plastic dishware, from the garage), and Tony sighs as he crouches down to her level. His sneakers are soggy, and he hates it. “I’ll make you a deal,” he says while she side-eyes him. “If you will come inside out of the rain right now, no arguments, I will buy all your remaining lemonade for four times the asking price.”

She purses her lips. “Really?”

“Really,” he says, and crosses his heart for good measure.

Later, he discovers that Amy’s entrepreneurial spirit apparently includes selling lemonade for a dollar a glass, which is freaking highway robbery.

On the plus side, his shoes aren’t soggy anymore, so it’s maybe worth it.

anonymous asked:

MPU Bruce and Natasha with the Banner-Stark children (because Tony and Pepper are off doing work things)

“I didn’t take you for a ‘Disney on Ice’ kind of guy,” Natasha says with a smirk, and Bruce rolls his eyes.

Tony’s away at oral arguments in the capital for the next three days, and as usual, Pepper’s at his side to manage his argument-induced mania. Single-parenting one teenage boy is easy enough, but two teenage boys and a seven-year-old? That’s a whole different story. Which is why Bruce’d originally bought the Harlem Globetrotters tickets, as a distraction from the whole “down one parent for most of the week” blues.

But as it turned out, the arena (which also houses the local minor league hockey league) double-booked the Globetrotters with Disney on Ice, and, well—

“Can we get snow cones?” Amy asks. She’s dragging Teddy from vendor to vendor, her face glowing with an enormous grin.

“Yeah, can we?” Natasha echoes, and she grins when Bruce glares at her.

Miles is at Ganke’s for the day (a deal he’d brokered after realizing it was that or multiple hours of Disney music), but Amy and Teddy are primed and ready for the show, both of them in Disney t-shirts and already full of popcorn. Bruce hands Teddy a twenty and sends them on their merry way, which leaves him and Natasha with the remnants of their half-eaten popcorn.

“At intermission, we should get commemorative cups,” Natasha suggests.

Bruce shoots her a look. “Why are you a Disney on Ice person, exactly?” he asks.

She shrugs. “Because watching you be dad of the year beats counting down the hours until Pepper comes home,” she replies, and tips the popcorn in his direction.
Harmless Error, Chapter 1: "Three Minutes (December 30)"

“Harmless Error”
Marvel fanfiction set in the Motion Practice universe
Chapter 1: “Three Minutes (December 30)”
Maria Hill, Amy Jimenez
Rated M for language and adult content; 2,324 words

October: the tenth month in the year, retaining its name from the Latin for “eight.” Also, a month when Jasper Sitwell risks some small part of himself (not that he’ll admit it) and Maria Hill acts on an impulse she’s usually better at controlling.

January: the first month of the year, taking its name from Janus, the god of doorways. Also, a month when literally everything changes.

But then again, Janus is also the god of beginnings.

At the end of December, Maria waits three minutes to discover something important—and terrifying.

Pro-tip: debuting a new story the day before you apply for a new job is like a master class in making yourself mildly ill from anxiety. Just in case you were interested in that. 

Regardless: welcome to Harmless Error, and enjoy your stay.

saranoh prompt: Adult Dot and Amy

“Are you actually blind?”

Dot sort of half-shouts it, which she knows drives Amy totally up the wall. At twenty-six, Dot’s a little like Uncle Bucky—quick to emphatic gestures and a lot of voice, even when she’s just joking around—and sometimes, it’s like nails on the chalkboard. Worse, she throws Amy’s sparkly blue flowered scarf back at her, which is just—

“You asked me for help,” Amy reminds her. “Yeah, for help accessorizing, not for making me look like an old Russian lady from Fiddler on the Roof.” She grabs another scarf from the hooks on the back of Amy’s closet door and wraps it over her hair. “Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a—”

“They were Jewish,” Amy interrupts.

“Yeah, and I am pretty sure they lived in Russia,” Dot shoots back. She loops the new scarf (which is sort of sheer and green) around her neck and strikes a pose in the mirror. “Maybe this one’s okay,” she decides.

Amy falls back on her bed. “You’ve thrown three scarves at me, but this one’s okay?” she asks. “I swear, it’s like you’re having dinner with somebody new, not the same guy you’ve dated forever and are practically—”

“It’s different,” Dot says suddenly, and all the fight drops out of her tone. When Amy twists around to look at her—her best friend since first-grade, her fairy god sister—she’s the little five-year-old with the big eyes all over again. She’s the Dot only their family is allowed to see, soft and hopeful instead of steel-plated and bubbling over with fire.

Amy scoots over, and Dot collapses next to her, scarf and all. “It’s different,” she says again, her head almost on Amy’s shoulder. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because last year sucked or because Tim got engaged. Hell, maybe I’m just crazy—”

“Always,” Amy mutters. Dot elbows her. “It just feels different. Like it’s not a normal dinner.” She rubs her hands over her face. “Or work’s eating my mind and we’re literally just going out for pizza like every other weekend.”

Amy snorts. “But with you in my favorite scarf and heels.”

“Not my fault we have the same dainty feet,” Dot retorts, and Amy snorts. She waits for her friend to roll off the bed and return to raiding her closet before she unearths her phone from under her pillow.

you owe me, she types.

The response buzzes through immediately. You can’t be my best friend, Dot’s soon-to-be fiancé replies (not that Dot knows that), but I can arrange third-place billing.
Chain of Custody, Chapter 13: "One by One"

“Chain of Custody”
Marvel fanfiction set in the Motion Practice universe
Chapter 13: “One by One”
Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Amy Jimenez, Miles Morales, Jessica Jones, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Billy Kaplan, Eli Bradley, America Chavez, David Alleyne, Thor Odinson, Sif Rowan, Mike Peterson, Teddy Altman, Dot Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Rated M for language and adult content; 9,557 words

The concept of causation is an easy one: you track events back until you find the one pebble that started the ripple, the event that set off the chain reaction. Bruce can track his life back and back, from Detective Munroe’s appearance in their home, to Jessica Jones’s meddling, to a fire a few miles away, to his settled family life with Tony and Miles.

He’s not sure how the links fit together, or whether the chain might unravel.

But that’s never stopped him and Tony before, now has it?

In this chapter, Bruce and Tony appear in court as spectators as a complicated criminal case stretches out before them. What’s worse, the special prosecutor has his own ideas about Bruce and Tony—and about how to handle the case.

We return to the courtroom for this chapter! Yeah, you thought you’d seen the last of Judge Ilsa Smithe, didn’t you? Because you’d be wrong.

Special shout-out to my betas, Jen and Sara, whose notes on the first scene helped me figure out how to revamp it. They’re pretty swell, those gals.

kayquimi  asked:

Wooooo, prompt time! Softball to start: MPU, Amy and Dot, 35.

“Do you have any sisters or brothers?” Dot asks, and Amy blinks at her.

Dot’s the funniest girl in the world, because she asks questions without really thinking about them first. They pop like bubbles, or like popcorn in the microwave, and when Amy frowns, she tilts her head. “Miles doesn’t have any sisters or brothers,” she says, because she always talks through all the quiet. “He had another daddy and mommy, though, but now he just has Uncle Bruce and Uncle Tony.”

“I just had Mama,” Amy answers. She shrugs and tucks her hands under her legs. Miss Jones says it’s a nervous tick, but ticks are bugs, so she’s not sure why Miss Jones calls it that. “She said one time that she wanted lots of babies, but I’m the only one.”

“Oh.” Dot twists up her face like she’s thinking really hard. When she reaches out, she tugs Amy’s arm until she pulls her hand out, then tangles their fingers together. “It’s good that you have a fairy godsister now,” she decides.

Amy smiles. “I like godsisters,” she agrees, and Dot rests her head on Amy’s shoulder.

barton-no  asked:

Kate, if guinea pig one is Gus, then guinea pig two should be Jaq, like in Cinderella, I'm sure Amy would appreciate that. And i don't have any sort of a Disney obsession at all... nope not me.

That is the BEST IDEA EVER. I am fully behind this. GUS AND JAQ. And she will call the one Gus-Gus, because obviously. (Amy is a little girl whose best friend is Dot. She loves Disney movies in a way you wouldn’t believe. Well, okay, you probably would. Because, again, she is a little girl with Dot Barnes as a bestie.)

Sunday six.

Sua Sponte is my mortal enemy this weekend, but other words are not. For example:

MPU One-Shot:  “ [ no working title ] ”

Amy sighs, her breath fogging up the glass.  “Is it going to snow all day?” she asks.

Bruce shrugs. “Probably.”

She wrinkles her nose for a moment before peering up at him.  “Can we make pancakes with powdered sugar on top?  Like snow pancakes.”

He chuckles and reaches down to ruffle her curls.  “Sure.”

The snow lasts all day and stretches through most of the night.

And in the morning, they venture outside.

180 Days and Counting, Year 2:  “ [ no working title ] ”

“Go ahead and say whatever you want, but I don’t have time to write an original musical for a program that’s scheduled for the end of the month.”  Skye wrinkled her nose, and Trip grabbed the next book out of his bag.  “Here, what about this one?  Charlie Brown and Snoopy solve the mystery of Linus’s missing pencil.”

Jemma’s shoulders fell. “Oh, Trip.  Are you really that desperate?”

He glanced over at Skye, who raised her hands.  “I’m with Jemma on this one,” she agreed.

He sighed.  “Guess we’re back to Oscar the turtle’s underwater adventure.”

My word count for the month is presently at 22,461, but I’m not sure whether I can count words that I’ve deleted. Or may yet delete. I hate this feeling so much.

shrewreadings  asked:

Number 20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? Preferably for second generation MPU (Dot, Miles, Kate, Teddy, Amy, Fury's Furies) but up to you!

Oh, man, I mean, how many things can I ramble about on this topic? Answer: so very many.

The Fury children have a superpower called “they all catch everything at the same damn time.” Most kids toss a cold or the flu back and forth between the group, but not the Fury kids: no, no, those children all somehow manage to explode in vomit or snot at the same damn time. About once a year, their home becomes a verified Plague House of Doom and Nick and Melinda draw straws because oh look, three children with strep throat, who wants it?

Alex Fury has asthma. It’s not super severe, but it’s a thing in his life. He is the less sporty twin because of it.

Kate has super awful seasonal allergies in the spring. I guess this is not a childhood illness. This is lifelong misery, just shoot her up with benedryl and be absolutely done with it. As, she’s had her tonsils out.

As a baby, Amy had pretty bad acid reflux, and it’s contributed to her being a lot smaller than kids her own age–enough that I think she’s been taged with “failure to thrive” at some point in her life. That said, however, I think some of the failure to thrive issues were external to her and based on her living conditions–which we will learn about in the future, I am sure. Also, she has some other issues we will see in the future.

Dot had a really scary blush with flu as like a three-and-a-half-year-old. I will be shocked if her marching band days do not turn a cold into pneunomia at some point because, “DADS, it was not THAT awful out and I was FINE until I couldn’t stop coughing so LEAVE ME ALONE, okay?”

Teddy is about the heartiest child on the planet, but I think he’s also the one who has broken the most bones. He was kind of a rough kiddo. It happens.

Miles had tubes in his ears as a baby. As a teenager, he will still get the occasional freak ear infection. It happens.

Sunday six.

Not my most productive week, if I’m honest, but:

Chain of Custody, Chapter 7: “ [ no working title ] ”

“Miles is kind of like you,” Tony continues, glancing briefly at Amy as he drives. “He didn’t have anybody to stay with. His parents, they weren’t around anymore, and the uncle who took him in, he sort of headed for the hills, too. And that’s when we picked him.”

Amy tilts her head slightly, the frown slowly slipping away. She shifts her weight briefly, feet dangling from her booster seat. “Picked him how?” she finally asks.

“Okay, maybe not picked,” Tony corrects. He shrugs slightly and leans back against the headrest. “We more found him. Or found each other, I guess you could say, because I already had Bruce. It’s just that then we found Miles, and he found us.”

180 Days and Counting: “Fresh Starts”

“Actually, that sort of brings me to my next question,” Sitwell continued, leaning back in his chair. “Can you tell me about a bad mistake—or a few—that you’ve made while teaching?”

Peter rolled his lips together, watching as Drew stopped writing to send Sitwell a confused glance.

“Or a time that you’ve had your share of sand kicked in your face but came through? A time you’ve faced a challenge before the whole human race but not—”

“Are you quoting a Queen song?” Drew cut in.

Sunday Six.

You’ve all already read the glory that is this week’s What I Did on my Summer Break, so let’s just cut to the good stuff. (It was hard to pick an excerpt for you since this story is now full of spoilers.)

Chain of Custody, Chapter 16: “ [ no working title ] ”

“Jarvis is my kitty,” Amy explains.

Teddy frowns at her. “You mean he’s Miles’s kitty.”

“No, he likes me better so he’s mine now,” Amy corrects him, and he rolls his eyes even as he huffs a laugh.

She preens at that, puffing her chest out like Tony after a particularly groan-worthy joke, and Teddy ruffles her curls before he helps himself to another cookie. Amy holds her hand out, and he sighs at her before handing her one, as well.

And now, I need to find myself some snacks and also clothing for I leave in about 90 minutes to go see The Judge.