he is one of the avengers team

Big, Blonde Idiot

*Request*

Anon asked:

‘Hey 👋🏼, can I have a request for Thor where he has crush on the reader and is always trying to impress her with his strength but one day he embarrasses himself in front of her and team’

Pairings: Thor x Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! My first Thor fic! So, I had to go a little AU for this fluffy little number, so for all you canon sticklers I apologize ahead of time. I hope this is what you were looking for Anon!

She grunted as she shimmied through the open door of the compound, various sharp edges and hard surfaces banging against her already bruised hip bones as the plastic bags that lined her forearms swung with her movements. The feeling in her fingertips had long since faded into the buzz of pins and needles, and finally into nothing as she lost sensation all together.

It was worth it.

She would not, would not, go back for a second trip. She hadn’t ever since she left home for college, and she wasn’t about to start now. Valedictorian of her graduating class at M.I.T, executive technical assistant to Tony Stark himself, and operations manager to Earth’s mightiest heroes, she could handle a few grocery bags.

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tony lost a bet & now he has to go ahead of me into every room and announce that ‘winter is coming’ before i enter
Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker would include:

Author’s Note: I really love these headcannon lists so I decided to try them out, hope you enjoy <3

Warning(s): swearing and Deadpool tbh


Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker would include:

• LMAO LORDY HERE WE GO


•meeting him by chance at Starbucks.
-they’d call out ‘Stark’ to come pick up your drink and Peter would freak out.



•he’d try and talk to you about the ‘stark internship’ and you’d be like 'tf are you?’
-“Hi I’m P-Parker Pete, I mean Peter Parker”
-“okay do you want like an autograph or something???”


•he’d be like stumbling over his words and you’d think he was cute so you’d sign his arm with your number and he’d freak out.


•he wouldn’t know whether or not to call you or how to talk to you so he just wouldn’t.
-Ned yelling at him bc Peter is stupid.


•and you’d be upset that this Parker Pete dude didn’t call you back and Tony would try to cheer you up.


•you’d be a huge Spider-Man fan


•like high-key Spidey fan


•and for some reason Tony forgot to tell you that he knew Spiderman.


•so you’d flip shit when Tony would come into the compound with an unmasked Spiderman.
-“you?? Know?? SPIDEY?? And you??? Didn’t??? Tell me???”
-“(Y/N) please, I’m old and highly susceptible to heart attacks”


•then you’d flip shit on Peter for not calling you.
-“and you Parker Pete! You didn’t call me??”


•completely ignoring the fact that Peter is spiderman.


•dropping by during training sessions.


•distracting Peter.


•getting sent out bc you’re too distracting.


•convincing Tony to let you go public school so you can 'monitor’ Peter’s progress.


•Peter showing off your friendship to everyone.


•picking up Ned and Peter in one of Tony’s flashy cars just to prove Flash wrong.


•sticking up for Peter 99.9% of the time.


•Peter being grateful for having you as a friend.


friend :’)


•you end up crushing on Peter haaaard
-it being painfully obvious to everyone but Peter
-Ned teasing you for it until the end of time.


•he asks you out at one of Liz’s parties during 7 minutes of heaven.
-“so- *kiss*-I was thinking- *kiss*-maybe later we could- *kiss*
-“yes Peter I’ll go out with you”


•keeping it a secret from Tony bc he thinks dating will interfere with Peter being Spiderman.


•dating for like a year behind Tony’s back.


•the avengers finding out bc Wanda accidentally reads your thoughts one day :)
-“you made out with Peter?”
-“WHo toLd yOu ThAt?”


•overprotective mother!Steve Rogers.

•dates swinging above the New York skyline.

•cute nicknames

•angel

•baby

•dARLInG


•Peter sneaking into your room when he gets hurt.


•making up crazy excuses when Tony almost barges into your room.
-“IM ON MY PERIOD! BLOOD! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!”
-“I’m too old for this”


•Tony inviting Peter to team dinners.
-holding hands under the table.
-blowing kisses when Tony isn’t looking.


•makeout sessions on the roofs of sky scrapers.


•attempting to do the Spider-Man kiss.
-“Peter I think we’re doing this wrong”
-“No I got this” *web snaps* “AHhH”


“Y/N NO”
“Y/N YES”

•Ned being disturbed by your PDA.


•kisses by the lockers.


•flash flirting with you


•jealous!Peter

•he’d like clench his jaw and glare and you’d find that really hot tbh.

•but then flash would say some dumb shit like “how’d penis Parker get a hot babe like you?”

•you almost breaking Flash’s arm

•Peter cheering you on.

Slapping Peter’s ass at school when no ones looking


•Peter blushing all the time bc it happens on a daily basis


•Getting angry at your dad when he takes away Peter’s suit.
-“Y/N talk to me”
-“Not until you give Peter back his suit”
-“he doesn’t deserve it”
-“he deserves everything in the world and so much more than you. He tried to help you, but you didn’t listen!”

•Tony being hurt bc you’ve never fought with him before.

•him wondering why you’re defending Peter.

•it finally clicking that you’re dating Peter.

•Tony being mad at you for keeping it a secret.

•Peter not wanting to come between you and your dad’s close relationship

•coming to Peter’s defence when Tony tries to 'kill’ him.
-“dad no! I love him”
-“you love me?”

-“ew this is so sweet I can feel the diabetes already”



•PDA around the avengers tower after that
-“The 'making out’ is disturbing me”

-“Same, Thor, same”



•cuddles
-“you’re really soft”
-*you booping peters nose* “yeah well you’re really cute”

•dad jokes.

-“Peter! Peter! What time did the man go to the dentist?!’’

-”(Y/N) go away"

-“Tooth hurt-y! get it?”


•study dates
-turning into makeout sessions
-resulting in you guys being supervised by vision


•you trying on the suit
-almost suffocating
-accidentally swinging out into the streets of New York
-you going to hospital
-lectures from Tony.


•getting the talk from Wade
-crying afterwards bc Wade is weird.
-Tony trying to kill Wade

“PETER NO”
“PETER YES”


•passing notes in class


•staring at each other in class

•detentions together
-resulting in you making out in the back.
-resulting in you guys getting kicked out of detention
-never getting detention from other teachers bc they are disturbed by teen romance

•girl talks with Michelle and Liz
-Ned and Peter trying to spy on you guys
-Ned and Peter treating it like a secret mission and having code names.
-“Nedstar 101, I have visual on the birds”
-“copy that Peterpiper”
-“you know we can see you guys right”
-“abort mission! abort mission! We’ve been compromised!”

•getting mad when Peter doesn’t ask you to homecoming.
-him being really confused bc he thought he didn’t have to ask since you guys were dating.


•Peter getting the silent treatment.
-“BaBbBeeee”
-“PlEASe talk to mEee”

•Asking Ned for help
-failing miserably and making you even more mad.

•going to Tony for help
-also failing miserably.
-“she’s your daughter??? How did this go so wrong???”
-“I don’t know!? I’m a failure!?”

•Peter sitting outside your bedroom door for like 2 hours.
-forgiving him when you come home to find him sleeping there.

•tickle fights
-Peter accidentally kicking you in the face.
-going to the hospital again.
-getting lectures from Tony and Steve.

•cooking with Aunt May

•May loves you

•girl talks with May
-Peter trying to spy on these.

•going to Thai restaurants with May and Peter
-sometimes Tony would come
-things would get weird
-Thai food puns

•May and Peter coming to spend family holidays with you and the avengers.
-Tony being weird with Aunt May
-reJectIoOoN

•forehead kisses

•Peter bringing you lunch bc you always forget to eat.

•Peter crying over the titanic
-“Pete are you crying?”
-“No this is liquid pride”

•Movie nights with the Avengers
-Tony and Peter crying and laughing over the same scenes
-you and the avengers being weirded out.

•Peter braiding your hair

•Playing with Peter’s hair
-it helps him fall asleep or calm down from stress.

•falling asleep on one another
-the avengers taking photos of you guys
-someone knocking something over effectively waking you up.
-proceed to you screaming at the avengers for like 5 minutes.


•naps together


•you being the big spoon
-Peter never admiting that to anyone.
-you telling everyone.

•late night calls
-effectively running up Tony’s phone bill.
-“Y/N WHY IS YOUR CELL PHONE BILL OVER ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!?!”
-“I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS A PROBLEM I MEAN WE’RE BILLIONAIRES”


•Tony showing off you and Peter’s relationship
-cos he’s a proud dad
-uncle!Tony loves his spiderling.


•You making Peter the happiest he’s ever been and vice Versa.


“I love you”
“Meh you’re alright Pete”


The Avengers frequently lose Bucky after he officially joins the team. He goes away for hours at a time and everyone just assumes it’s best not to bother him. 

The thing is, the facility has a big kitchen and Bucky’s taken to hanging out in the facility’s huge, walk-in freezer. Weirdly, cold storage is his safe space. And because Bucky’s dealt with full-on cryo, the freezer is more like a spa than a fridge. It barely feels cold, and he can hang out for quite a while before it gets hard to breathe.

No one knows where he goes until one day Sam is getting a snack. And there’s Bucky, playing solitaire and eating ice cream sandwiches next to a bulk supply of frozen vegetables. 

There’s an intensely awkward minute of silent confusion as they size each other up.

Sam goes to get Steve. 

Steve steps into the fridge and takes in the sight of his best friend, slightly frosted, casually playing cards by himself. “What are you doing in here, Buck?” he asks.

Bucky plays another card and shrugs. “Just chillin’.”

Being a superhero and dating Peter Parker would include...

- him finding out about you by overhearing the television while out to dinner with may

- at the classic thai restaurant on 54th ofc

- he’d be so focused on watching the screen that may would have to snap him out of it since he almost spilled his soup for the third time 

- “she’s so cool’

- basically drooling over you

- spotting you around the city a couple of times

- turns out you’ve been curious about him too

- being a mystery to one another

- peter taking upwards of a million years to gather the courage to talk to you

- you two meeting because you both showed up at the same place to catch some criminals

- “so you’re spider-man?” “asdfghjkl you’re (insert cool superhero name here)”

- peter becoming an actual fanboy

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I want a fic where, for whatever reason, the Avengers are about to get into a Serious Car Chase, and there’s one car they have to do their Daring Escape in. They all look at each other for a few seconds, trying to decide who will be the best driver- all except Tony. He’s already pushing past them and getting in the driver’s seat, looking at them all and then glancing at his watch with a raised eyebrow.

Of course, everyone is all like ‘uhh wtf Tony like no offence but im pretty sure someone else would be more suited’, and Tony is just rolling his eyes whilst Natasha grins and hops into shotgun, because she was there in Monaco, she Knows™ . 

And then the rest of them don’t have time to argue bc the Big Bad Villains are on their way, so they can do nothing more than hop in the car whilst shooting Tony angry stares because they are convinced he’s just doing it thanks to his cockiness and ego.

And then, of course, he starts driving.

And Natasha swears to God, when he makes that 180 turn and gives Clint the perfect angle to shoot their pursuers, she can hear the collective intakes of breath from them all because son of a bitch Tony Stark can fucking drive. Like, seriously drive. He makes turns that should be physically impossible and cuts through the traffic like they’re not even there. The poor bad guys don’t even stand a chance. 

Everyone is caught between trying to shoot at the enemy and staring at Tony’s concentrating face like he’s just grown a second head.
(Steve spends rather a lot of time with his eyes on Tony’s hands as they slide over the wheel and curl around the edges, but that’s another matter entirely.)

Once they’re in the clear, Tony cuts the engine and spins them to an effortlessly  executed stop, and then finally turns around to face them all, one single raised eyebrow being the only emotion on his face. “You kids have fun?” He asks, as Natasha raises her hand for a high five.


As you can imagine, the team don’t underestimate Tony again.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed actor named Chris is playing an American named Steve, who’s fighting in a world war. Along the way, he meets a scary foreign brunette woman and takes an unlikely band of friends of different nationalities through an event, and goes up against a couple of Germans, one large and deranged, one smaller and a scientist. Steve, at some point, hijacks a plane and destroys it (and a weapon) for the greater good. Someone is looking back at it from the future, and will eventually team up with a millionaire with daddy issues and cool toys. There’s also a shield involved.


Am I talking about Captain America: The First Avenger, or Wonder Woman?

anonymous asked:

Opinion on Parker?

the bitsy spider is like… a mildly terrifying combo of steve and tony. he has all of steve’s moral uprightness and willingness to do what he believes is right, regardless of consequences, and all of tony’s i-will-do-science-and-thereby-solve-my-problems method of dealing with life. he’s good people though, despite an unfortunate tendency to eat pizza while sitting on the ceiling and drip hot cheese into my hair. not cool, peterbird.

what makes him kinda terrifying is that he physically looks like steve did pre-superjuice, plus a few inches and a few pounds, but he’s crazy strong. the only avengers who can beat him in sheer strength are hulk and thor. and neither of them really have a calculable upper limit on their strength, so.

but being able to kick both stevie and i across the room doesnt stop him from looking like he needs to be bundled in blankets and tucked in a corner where nobody can bully him. lemmie tell you, it plays merry hell on my nerves when somebody throws a bus at him and he catches it and throws it back

Twenty-One Questions - Peter Parker

Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)

Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;

Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker


The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.

A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.

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Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    Kissing, Interrupted.

    Originally posted by perfectfeelings

    Peter Parker x Reader

    Request: Yes

    Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

    Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

    Word Count: 1,479

    A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


    Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

    For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

    Hey, it happens… right?

    Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

    Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

    And don’t even get started on boys.

    Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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    Tony Stark: *is an asshole*

    Them: Disgusting. Irredeemable. Fucking selfish piece of shi,t. Hope he dies.

    Tony Stark: *immediately shuts down biggest division of his company and risks everything he spent years building bc principals* *creates a suit with his own two hands and goes out and saves people in it despite the fact he has no training and Does Not Need To* *draws himself as the one who needs to be saved by the kid who asked him 2 sign her drawing* *is pretty much only avenger on team that actively shows remorse/guilt/ character growth at a l l* “everyone else’s fears: personal shit. Tony’s fear: his team dying* *makes drinks for his team/houses his team/funds his team/ loves his team even tho they don’t really give much of a shit for him* *treats Jarvis and his bots like his kiddies.* *treats any lonely science kiddie he meets as His Personal Science Kiddies* *will throw himself into line of fire in order to protect everyone else* *is the literal embodiment of a human shield. Will not hesitate to put everyone else’s life above his own*

    Them:

    Them: Disgusting. Irredeemable. Fucking selfish piece of shi,t. hope he dies.

    Little Spiderman: Homecoming things <3
    • Hawkeye covered by Toomes’s thumb
    • 8 Years Later aka 2020
    • Happy’s unmatched socks
    • Ned’s bug shirts
    • The changing Decathlon posters (October 13-17/September 14)
    • Bruce Banner’s photo on the wall of scientists
    • The chubby girl highlighting on the floor during decathlon rehearsal is not seen again
    • Merv the cat
    • The face plant in the first montage as Spiderman
    • Peter has Avengers action figures on a shelf in his room
    • “Pretty sure this guy is a war criminal now…”
    • Why was Liz in the same class as all the sophomores????
    • “I’m just gonna be myself.” “Dude no one wants that.”
    • The Sub-Ultron arm
    • PETER’S INCREASINGLY CRACKED PHONE
    • “Ow my butt.”
    • TONY TAKING A SIP OF THE ALCOHOL BEING LIKE NAH AND THEN HIDING IT AEROUFJWARF
    • But why does Tony need wifi?
    • The decathlon poster appears in Peter’s room when it wasn’t there before (and this is after he quit the team)
    • Peter’s room being inexplicably different now than it was in Civil War
    • “You jumped off the sign and landed on your face.”
    • Karen??? Spongebob reference???? Like… dude.
    • The Ultron head
    • “Told you we didn’t need Parker” “Flash you didn’t answer a single question”
    • The nod towards Peter/Mary-Jane’s kiss in the very first Spiderman (2002)
    • Flash screaming down the elevator shaft “Are you really friends with Peter Parker?”
    • The Spiderman graphic on the school news thing. Written in Comic Sans.
    • Basically the whole school news station.
    • Tony why did you make Enhanced Interrogation Mode?
    • “Trying to break the circle of shame” oh Tony
    • The nod towards Spiderman 2 (2004), holding the ferry together visually resembles Peter trying to stop the train.
    • “Yeah Spiderman/Iron Man” guy :’)
    • “If you even cared you’d actually be here.” Tony steps out of suit with his bitch plz face and is not having any of his shit. Also, like, fuck Tony haters? I feel like this scene was directed at their idiocy.
    • “The adult is talking” FUCKING DAD TONY
    • Peter trying not to cry when he’s telling May he lost the internship. Actually looks like he’s trying not to cry, not Trying Not To Cry Acting™
    • Peter’s face when he smells the cologne
    • Shoving the corsage at Liz when he’s panicking
    • Also, can the picture her mom takes before the dance PLEASE be released?
    • WE FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGE RECOGNIZING VOICES IN SUPERHERO FILMS!! FINALLY?
    • Why did he say the Stark internship got “boring?” Of every word in the world, Peter. 
    • “So cute” “Aw”
    • He should have said that he didn’t go up the Washington Monument because he’s scared of heights.
    • The nod towards The Amazing Spiderman (2012) with Flash talking about branzino
    • “I’m…. loooking at… porn.”
    • When Peter cries because he’s scared. Like, yes, good. Sadness isn’t the only reason people cry. 
    • The panicked breathing. Like, it was all so good
    • Tony, do you have that box of reactors because Steve destroyed yours and you don’t want to be without?
    • Peter referring to Liz as his girlfriend after asking her to a dance and then ditching her
    • Peter’s broken hand making it so he can’t hit the webshooters at first
    • When Peter says he can’t imagine what Liz is going through, even though his father figure (Uncle Ben) recently died
    • Michelle/MJ lowkey figured it out but won’t say anything
    • “Thought you didn’t have any friends. “I… didn’t.” *crying*
    • DUM-E WENT DOWN ON THE PLANE WHAT?
    • Tony “Did I Dad Okay I Think I Dadded Okay” Stark
    Star Spangled Man With A...

    Avengers team x reader.

    Warnings: swearing, violence, implied injury

    Word Count: 1,759

    First avengers fic please be nice


       “Y/n can you come here please?” Natasha called from somewhere on this floor.

    Where on this floor was a completely different matter.

       “Where is ‘here’, Nat?” I called back, standing from my bedroom floor.

       “My room,” she shouted. “I need your help with something,”

    I stepped out of my room into the dark hallway, and stealthily made my way to Natasha’s room. just casually using my shadow abilities to blend in with the darkness and travel through the shadows to get to Natasha’s room faster.

       “What do you need?” I leant on her door frame after stepping out of the shadows and watched as she awkwardly tried to assemble a step under her light. “What are you doing?”

       “I’m trying to change the light bulb but someone’s taken the ladder and I’m small,” she huffed as she stacked another book onto the pile of crap in the middle of her room.

    I felt someone walked behind me and saw Bucky and Steve headed down the hallway. I caught Steve by the arm, making him stop.

       “Y’know Nat,” I said, dragging Steve into the room. “I can’t help you change your light, but the Star Spangled Man With A Plan Sure Can,”

    I smiled like a goofus as they both stared at me and Bucky snorted before continuing down the hall giggling to himself.

       “You’re so proud of your shitty jokes aren’t you?” Natasha laughed finally.

       “Actually I’m just proud of getting that whole sentence out without fucking it up,” I grinned before skipping out of the room. and back into the darkness.

       “You guys swear so much,” I heard Steve mutter.


    The following night we’d all settled in the huge living room to hang out and watch a movie.

    I couldn’t remember the name of the movie but it had dragons which was cool.

       “Hey Tony,” I called across the room.

       “Yeah?” he said through a mouthful of popcorn.

       “Can you get a tanning bed for the tower?” I asked.

    Natasha laughed and Sam choked on his drink at the randomness of my question.

       “Y/n we go outside daily what the hell for?” Tony chuckled at me.

       “I wanna force Steve into it so I can called him The Star Spangle Man With A Tan,” I said plainly, succeeding in holding in my laughter.

    Clint clearly wasn’t trying as hard as me as he burst into a fit of giggles on the couch.

    Bucky laughed and muttered something that sounded like “eat it Steve” But I couldn’t be sure.

    Steve just shook his head turned the volume on the movie up.


    The next day we went on a mission was the best I’d ever been on because Steve just kept finding himself in positions where I could take the piss.

    The first was in the gym that morning we were working on an agility warm up game and Steve was explaining what he wanted us to do.

       “First you’re going to run the beam while dodging swinging punching bags,” He pointed to one end of the room where that course was set up. “Then you have to make it over the sponge pit via the money bars and avoid being hit with a dodge ball, and then you will climb over the A frame, rescue the ‘civilian’ and carry them back down to safety all the while being attacked by ‘Villains’” 

       “What’s the catch?” I crossed my arms as I looked at the very easy course.

       “You have to make it from here,” he gesture to the start of the track, and still keeping his first arm up he pointed to the end with the other. “To there in 30 seconds or less,”

    I noticed he still had his arms both out pointing at each end of the course.

    I nudged Natasha in the arm and chuckled.

       “Star Spangled Man With A Wide Arm Span” I stifled my laugh through one hand while pointing at Steve with the other.

       “Y/n your time limit is now 20 seconds,” Steve huffed before hitting the buzzer and Clint began running the course.


    The Second time was when we were first out on our mission and some bad guys were fuckin shit up down-town with alien weapons.

    A woman was cornered between some cars that had collided and a man with a very strange looking gun that blasted purple plasma rays.

    I sank down into the shadow cast by the building I stood behind and traveled to the shadow under the cars behind the the man with the plasma gun.

    Sliding out from under the car I kicked my leg out and brought him to the ground, elbowed him in the nose and took his gun.

    While he lay squirming in pain on the ground I took the womans hand and began running as fast as I could drag her away from the man. Tossing the gun up to one of Tony’s uninhabited suits.

       “Cap where are you?” I shouted into the coms.

       “Be by your side in a second,” his voice rang in my ear. “Don’t move,”

    I stopped running and withing second Steve landed on the hood of one of the bad guys cars right next to me and the woman, holding a couple more of the alien guns.

       “Give me the guns,” I said. “I’ll take them to the suits,”

    He tossed the guns to me and I squealed.

       “DON’T THROW A PLASMA RAY AT SOMEONE YOU DOLT!” I shouted.

    I secured my grip on the guns and turned to the woman.

       “Hi are you okay?” I asked her. “I’m Shadow what’s your name?”

       “I’m fine,” she said breathless, clearly ecstatic that she’d been saved by the avengers. “My name is Anne,”

       “Ugh YES” I was suddenly so very happy.

    The woman looked very confused.

        “Star Spangled Man, Look After Anne,” I shouted as I shoved the woman into Caps arms and dove into another shadow before he could retaliate.


    The last was when he was chasing a bad guy and was thrown back through the window of a bakery.

    I fly kicked the bad guy into the wall and he slumped to the ground out cold.

       “Cap you okay?” I called as I climbed through the shattered window frame to see a few customers helping him stand. 

    The owner of the bakery came around the counter with a pastry dish in her hands and gave it to me. 

    I mean we just smashed through the wall of her shop surely it’s not a thank you?

    Cap and I exited the bakery and were met by Hawkeye and Black Widow looking at us.

       “Whatcha got there?” Clint eyed the pastry dish in my hands.

    It was now that I realised what it was. Immediately I handed it to Steve.

       “The Star Spangled Man With A Fruit Flan,” I put my hands on my hips and grinned proudly so wide my eyes were squinted shut.

    My happy streak didn’t last very long because something impacted with the top of my head and I was suddenly very cold. 

    And sticky.

    I opened my eyes and wiped custard out of my eyes.

       “Did you just dump a perfectly good fruit flan on my head?” I turned and growled at Steve.

       “Dude we could’ve eaten that,” Clint whined.

    Steve just smiled with pride that could have mirrored my own.


    For the next week or so there was no joke I could have used at the right time so I just had to wait for the right opportunity.

    One finally came along.

    Cap and Black Widow were sent on a small mission and I was bored so I followed them in the shadows. 

    During a scuffle between Cap and one of the targets, Cap was thrown from a 2 story roof and smashed into the roof of a parked (and thankfully empty) minivan.

    I immediately pulled out my phone and snapped an unflattering photo of the scene and sank back into the shadows and portalled home.

    I sat waiting for their return in the living room ready to project my photo onto the largest screen in the room. As soon as the walked in I called all the other to join me.

       “Guys, guys,” I was shaking with excitement.

       “oh god what did you do?” Bucky sighed with a laugh as I hopped back and forth from one foot to the other.

       “I snapped a really awesome photo,” I half squealed.

    I clicked the button that projected what was on my phone to the tv screen and held my hands out in a presenting manner.

       “Ta-daaa!” I smiled and looked around the room at the confused faces of my team.

       “What exactly am I looking at?” Tony asked.

       “It’s The Star Spangled Man In A Minivan,” I yelled happily.

       “How did you even get that picture?” Steve looked astonished. “Did you follow us?”

       “No that would be creepy,” I giggled before sinking into the shadow in the floor and traveling into the hallway.

       “I don’t think anything will ever be as creepy as seeing a smiling chick sink into the floor,” I heard Clint shiver.


    I woke up a few days later to F.R.I.D.A.Y telling my that I’d overslept and breakfast was being made in the kitchen where the others had already gathered.

    I shot out of bed and ran out of my room, very annoyed at the well lit rooms and hallways that I could’t shadow travel through.

       “Please be Steve, please be Steve,” I chanted to myself as I sprinted down the hallway and jogged on the spot in the elevator to the recreation floor.

    I got a number of odd looks from the team who were all assembled around the breakfast table when I burst into the kitchen very short of breath.

    Much to my joy, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of Steve frying bacon and eggs on the electric stove.

    I failed to control my laboured breathing and huffed my way to the island bench, awkwardly posing on the edge of the counter with a smug grin.

       “Y/n please don-” Steve looked so done but I cut him off.

       “Star Spangled Man With A Pan,” I wheezed with a proud smile. 

       “Damnit!” Clint beat his fist down on the table, startling most of the team. “I’ve been trying to thinkof one for ages I can’t be;live I missed that,”

       “Get your own joke Katniss,” I giggled, siting on the bar stool and winking at Steve.

       “You’re not getting any bacon,” he grumbled and plated some for everyone but me.

    What needs to happen in Infinity War

    - Thor finds Avengers in Wakanda and asks where the Man of Iron is only to find out Tony is cleaning up the mess the Avengers left with no help at all.

    - Tony rebuilding and trying to get his life back under control after being betrayed by virtually every member of Team Cap.

    - Team Cap needs Tony’s help and they have to ask for his help.

    - Fury telling them to fuck off because Stark is still cleaning up their last mess don’t bring another one.

    - Tony telling Steve that if he wants his help he’d better get an apology, and be treated with respect, and not be alone with any member of Team Cap.

    - Sam finds out that Tony gave Steve multiple chances to get help and not create the mess that was left.

    - Sam finding Rhodes and making sure he’s okay and they bond over military experiences.

    - Rhodes telling Sam about how Tony knew where they were and kept Ross away from them, yelling at him about how Tony had to clean up their mess even after watching his parent’s murder walk free.

    - Sam being confused and asking what that means so Rhodes tells him about the tape and how Tony watched the Winter Soldier beat his father and strangle his mother. About how Cap KNEW but didn’t tell Tony, even lied to his face. About the 24 hours and how Steve said no because Tony ‘locker Wanda in her room’. About two Super Soldiers ganging up on Tony who shouldn’t have reacted violently but Sam you’re a councilor how would you have reacted to watching your parents murder with the murderer right next to you?

    - Sam confront Steve about the tape, the lying, the not telling Sam about the deal that could’ve helped, about how Tony was LEFT IN THE COLD ALONE WITH A DISABLED SUIT STEVE WHAT IN THE HELL YOU DO NOT LEAVE A MAN BEHIND.

    - Sam understanding that maybe Tony Stark isn’t what everyone describes.

    - Sam apologizing to Tony and telling him he didn’t know any of what he’d learned.

    - Tony not feeling guilty because he did the right fucking thing.

    - WANDA FINALLY BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR ULTRON BECAUSE SHE VIOLATED EVERY MEMBER OF THE TEAM AND HAS NOT DONE SHIT TO REDEEM HERSELF.

    - Captain America finally getting his ass chewed for what he did to Tony and how he’s treated him over the years, accusing him of holding back secrets and being a liability when Steve didn’t tell the team the whole story!!!

    - SOMEBODY EXPLAINING WHY CLINT CAME OUT OF FUCKING RETIREMENT AND NOT SEEING THE POINT OF THE ACCORDS AS A DAMN ASSASSIN.

    - Somebody seeing Tony trying to rewrite the Accords because they were going to happen with or without him but at least he was trying to get to a point to where he could alter them!

    - TONY STARK NOT BEING ATTACKED ON ALL SIDES FOR DOING WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT WHILE NO OTHER PERSON INVOLVED IS HELD ACCOUNTABLE.

    Being pregnant with Steve Rogers' baby:

    Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

    • Without any doubt, when you discover your pregnancy, you are already married to Steve.
       - Some people around him tend to forget it, but he has been raised in the Catholic values. It means, he still believes in God, and for him, starting a family means being committed and happily married.
    • Steve is speechless for a quick moment when you tell him about your pregnancy.
    • However, the shock of the news swallowed, he takes you in his arms, careful to not use his super-strength and he peppers kisses all over your face.
    • He chuckles, saying he is the happiest man on the planet and he gives you that smile. The same smile that made your knees go weak.
    • After a long moment, he releases you from his arms in panic because he thinks he’s hurting the baby.
    • Your husband immediately finds a safe house like Clint’s, but a Brooklyn inspired one. Nobody knows about your home location to protect your future family.
    • The team is overly happy that a mini-avenger is on their way! Natasha is the happiest of all and she can’t hide her tears.
    • Tony calls himself godfather or uncle… it depends on the days.
      - “No, Tony! My child isn’t going to wear a metal suit.”
      - “Steve, I’m obviously the uncle here, so this baby will have tons of gifts, including a suit.”
      - “I swear if you-”
      - “Y/N, your husband is threatening me.”
    • He hates the morning sicknesses as much as you because he feels helpless.
    • Steve spends his free days making your house safe for the baby.
    • You are annoyed that you can’t go on missions for a while and you get bored easily.
    • But your husband spoils you whenever he can. He just makes sure you are comfortable and happy all the time. He’s the sweetest of all.
    • Steve buys every book he finds and does all the research he needs because he wants to be ready to welcome the baby.
    • Sam and Bucky are always here to calm him down when he’s feeling stressed.
    • Gosh, he is so adorable when he is with you. He keeps saying you are his safe haven.
    • He overreacts every time he learns something new about the pregnancy.
    • Steve is worried your child will have the same issues he had before the serum, but you tell him this baby will be loved and cherished, anyway.
    • You cuddle all the time.
    • He’s so into you, though!
    • The first time you can really feel the baby kicks, you rush to his office and without a word, you place his hand on your stomach. This is a very emotional moment for both of you.
    • Since then, he always asks you before rubbing your belly and listening to your baby.
    • Steve confesses he is afraid of fatherhood because of his family’s story.
    • You tell him that he will learn just like you and if he protects the baby as much as you, then they will never catch a cold.
    • Never.
    • You try to convince your husband to go on missions because that’s his duty.
    • He promises you he will come back and he tries to call you every day to have some news whether they are important or unnecessary to share.
    • When you’re away, Steve asks Laura for help every time your hormones drive you mad.
    • - “You’re so beautiful in that dress. Let’s go for a walk in the park?”
      - “You disabled the Wi-Fi on my laptop once again, haven’t you?”
      - “Uh…?”
      - “Steve.”
      - “But it’s not healthy for anyone, doll!”
    • He says he doesn’t have a preference about the gender of your baby, but he secretly wants a girl. He thinks there are too many male members of the Avengers family.
    • During the last months of your pregnancy, Steve places his cup of coffee on your belly just to make you laugh.
    • You think of calling your baby either Sarah if it’s a girl or James if it’s a boy.

    Bonus:
    • Steve tries to be so prepared that he’s got a whole schedule made out for the day you would go into labor. He named it: Rogers family’s D-Day.
    • When you finally go to the hospital, he grips your hand harder than you are holding is.
    • Even though you are completely exhausted after giving birth to your baby, your husband thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
    • So many tears are shed when Steve holds and looks down at the baby for the first time. His whole life he thought he’d never have his own family and now that he does, he can’t even explain how happy he is.

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    I keep seeing annoying thinkpieces say that Cap was rejecting the very idea of external oversight of any kind, which— no he wasn’t?? Even remotely??

    He was basically saying that he wouldn’t be comfortable signing something unless there was a system of checks and balances in place that would prevent The Avengers from becoming “Winter Soldier Death Squad: USA Edition”. (Yes, I know he didn’t know about the deathsquad at that point. But he’s done his homework on US military policy. His concerns are not unfounded.)

    Remember what Bucky said about his former co-workers? “Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history, and that was before the serum. They speak 30 languages. Can hide in plain sight. Infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They can take a whole country down in one night, you’d never see them coming.” Steve is asking for assurances that whatever governing body gains control of the Avengers won’t decide to use THEM that way— and, in fact, won’t even THINK of them that way. I think that’s part of why he becomes so furious whenever people refer to Bucky, Wanda, Thor, and Bruce as “weapons” instead of people. When you talk about a person as BEING a weapon, you have taken the first step towards using them AS a weapon.

    In fact, in many ways, I feel like CACW was basically Watchmen: Redux, but the version Zack Snyder refused to make. The central question is the same: who watches the watchmen?

    In Watchmen (book more than movie), the answer is not “no one.” The answer is: different people/groups (and yes, sometimes no one) at different periods throughout history. But remember when the group watching the Watchmen was the US Government? Because when the US Government was in charge, after the Keene Act (cough Sokovian Accords cough), the Watchmen had the option of either retiring, or accepting orders to destabilize foreign governments and commit mass slaughter, all in the name of “keeping order”. AKA, literally what the Winter Soldier Deathsquad in CACW were built for. Remember, Hydra’s #1 goal is “order”, but an authoritarian order that they get to decide and enforce.

    In CACW, I don’t see Steve saying “The Avengers are perfect and no one can tell us what to doooooooo!” He knows perfectly well that they are not infallible (see A:AoU). But he also knows that on the ground and in the field, things go FUBAR and you have to restrategize and do the best with what you have at the time. One of Cap’s superpowers is his instinct for strategy in battle (clearly serum-based, since pre-serum Steve Rogers’ favorite strategy was “spend entire life running into brick walls both metaphorical and literal”). He is asking: will the Accords allow him to use that power? Would he be allowed to use his own judgment? Would the rest of his team? INCLUDING Tony? When Tony flew the nuclear bomb up into the sky-hole way back in The Avengers, he was essentially violating the will of the government agency that decided to nuke NYC, because he saw a way to stop the invasion without causing the deaths of millions. Would the policies of the Accords allow him to make that decision (or a parallel one) in the future, or would he be arrested and locked up for violating his “contract”?

    I mean, sure, in the midst of the initial discussion, Peggy dies, so Steve bails, and then all the Bucky stalking starts up and Steve is all “I WILL BURN DOWN THE WORLD FOR HIM, SEE IF I WON’T”, so the initial conflict gets ratcheted up about a million times, but the central question of “who gets to be in charge of these superpowered weirdos, and what does being in charge really mean” still runs through the whole plot. It runs parallel to the question of Bucky’s culpability. When you are turned into a weapon and used as a weapon, are you to blame for the destruction that follows?

    I keep seeing the conflict framed as this—

    TONY: We need to be held accountable!
    CAP: No we don’t!

    But I don’t see that at all in the actual movie. I see this—

    TONY: We need to be held accountable!
    CAP: Accountable to whom? And what does being held accountable mean?

    [feelings-based punching breaks out, no one ever answers Cap’s implied question, Tony himself finds out that being “held accountable” means being shoved into the nautical oubliette where you get de-powered and possibly beaten for the rest of your life, T’Challa proves that his government is the only one that should be trusted to be in charge of anything]

    What I want to see in Infinity War

    So, Civil War left the Avengers divided and with a lot of emotional baggage towards each other. And I get the feeling there will be a big scene where the Avengers vent their baggage against each other. And if that happens, you just know that Team Cap will be more than ready to use Tony’s PTSD, guilt and other personal baggage against him. And if that happens: who’s gonna stop Team Cap and make them see that Tony’s not all that bad?

    Rhodes? He’ll try, certainly, but they won’t listen to Tony’s best friend, will they? Vision. He’ll consider himself above the conversation. That or be to passive to get any argument in. No, I want Peter, the new kid of the group, the one Team Cap don’t expect much from to leap in and destroy every argument they could possibly come up with.

    I want to see Peter leap to his mentor/father figure’s defense cause you just know that Tony is far too guilt ridden to do it himself. I want to see Peter tell Team Cap that while they went rogue, Tony did everything he could to keep the Avengers intact while keeping the Accords intact as well. I want Peter to tell them that Tony flew to help Cap the second he realized he was wrong, while Steve threw Tony’s compromise out the window cause he put Wanda in house arrest. I want Peter to tell them that he thought the Avengers were better than this.

    I want to see Peter show Team Cap that maybe, just maybe, Tony was far more reasonable than they gave him credit for, that Tony was going through a lot of shit, and that they have no right to look down on him for trying to do the right thing.

    A Study in Hypocrisy #1

    Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


    WHY STEVE ISN’T FIT TO BE A LEADER

    While the Civil War dispute between Tony and Steve might have started because of the Accords, it very quickly turned personal for Steve. He put each and every one of his “teammates” in danger for the sake of one man (more about that later), and even though I love Bucky and everything (I really do!), Steve was extremely dumb about the entire situation. In fact, I don’t think he could have gone about it in the worst way. 

    He could have gone to “rescue” Bucky in disguise—God knows that, with his serum and brute force, he certainly could have done exactly what he ended up doing— but he went instead with the American flag all over himself. He didn’t stop to consider the implications, the possible consequences or bulldozing into a foreign country and engaging in a car chase in the middle of a populated city. He didn’t even stop to consider that there was no guarantee at all that Bucky was innocent. 

    He could have, you know, talked to Tony. Tony, who has the political experience and the material means and influence to get Bucky the best help there is. Tony, who’s been playing this game for so long, who knows how to get what he wants, who to go to, how to formulate things. Tony, who would have been his most precious ally. 

    And he was. Before he found out about his betrayal. Tony negotiated so hard to make sure no one would get hurt. After the Berlin disaster, he managed to get the UN (that’s 117 countries!) to agree to make the past 24 hours legal and to get Bucky to a facility where he would get the best help for his triggers, help that of course Tony himself would be paying for, because let’s be real, the Avengers are funded by Tony at this point, which is yet another thing that doesn’t sit well with me, but I’ll come back to it. 

    Back to why Steve isn’t fit to be a leader: the essence of a leader is that they are supposed to do just that. Lead. But to do that, they need to be fair and treat their men equally. They need to be able to put aside their personal feelings and look at situations objectively. Because their duty is to protect their men and have their back, just like they will have his. 

    A leader leads, sure. But they must know when to listen, too, and defer to somebody with greater expertise than themselves. In that case, Tony obviously knows better than he does, if only because he read the damn papers. That’s also something that doesn’t sit well with me regarding the rest of Team Cap. Not one of them paused to read the Accords. Hell, Scott had no clue what the hell was going on. He heard “jump,” and he did.

    Yet, here comes Steve, putting the lives of not two, not three, but five (six, if you count Sharon) people at risk, all for one man. He drags in Clint and Scott with no regards to their families and personal situations, and all the while keeps information to himself. Do you think Sam knows that he could have avoided prison and exile? Do you think any of them know about Tony’s deal? Do you think Scott actually knew what was going on? Hell no! Because Steve is calculating enough that he won’t lose manpower to such a pesky thing as compromise. 

    How about Steve’s constant habit of putting the blame on Tony’s shoulders? “You did that when you signed”? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re the one who keeps refusing to compromise! 

    Steve never treated Tony as an equal. In fact, none of them did. (Again, more on that later.) But the thing is that when it came to a life-altering secret that affected both his teammate and “friend,” and his childhood friend, Steve decided that it was his right to keep that information from both parties, which. 

    NO. Being “friends”—and I use the term loosely—with Howard doesn’t give Steve the right to such a decision. This is a traumatic event for Tony, something that affects personally and directly. He had a right to know. And as it has been demonstrated in previous movies that his capacity for forgiveness is immense, he would have had the time to process the information and the Siberia disaster never would have happened. 

    Furthermore and finally, Steve Rogers was never actually a captain. The title was just for show, a tool for propaganda when he was sent on a tour to sell war bills. All of his training comes from that short bootcamp for potential serum candidates, nothing more. He’s not actually part of the army, or a ranked officer. The only reason they let him keep the title was because he’d been lucky enough to bring back the 107th when he disobeyed orders, and then proved useful enough to both war efforts and morale. 

    Steve Rogers is not a leader. A leader treats everyone equally and gives respect before expecting it. A leader does not keep secrets from his men to serve his own agenda. A leader does not leave a man behind in a freezing, deserted landscape with no way of calling for help. 

    If anything, Tony’s the leader of the Avengers. Why? Ask yourselves the following questions: 

    • Who feeds the Avengers? 
    • Who houses the Avengers? 
    • Who clothes the Avengers?
    • Who arms the Avengers? 
    • Who handles their PR? 
    • Who pays for the destruction they leave behind?
    • On the battlefield, who has a global view of everything that’s going on? 
    • Who is so smart that they can predict and analyze battle scenarios, and adapt to the unexpected in a flash? 
    • Who’s considerate enough to leave their former teammate to his retirement because he’s just that, retired with his family?
    • Who cares about everyone equally and would give everything to protect them all? Who goes above and beyond to provide them with everything they need? 
    • Who has the political experience required to handle their supervisors and foreign policy?

    That’s right. Tony Stark. 

    Not Steve Rogers. 


    Masterpost

    Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor

    smile ✦ peter parker

    summary : as the adopted daughter of none other than tony stark, you have a myriad of responsibilities. babysitting peter parker probably wasn’t supposed to be one of them. not that you’re complaining.

    word count : 4.7k (also known as the longest thing I’ve ever written)

    author’s note : ur adopted b/c not everyone is white and i don’t want anyone to feel excluded from reading this due to the fact tony is white (and yes ik there are interracial couples i just want everyone to feel included i want to make sure whoever wants to read this can without feeling weird about it b/c i know it is something that bothers people in the fanfic community okay bye enjoy my loves.)

       Tony Stark was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was the billionaire, he was the genius, the philanthropist, and the notorious playboy in his younger years. Most notably, however, was that he was Iron Man. He was marveled at by the entire world, him and the group of heroes that stood beside him; the Avengers, as they called themselves. To you, however, he was your father. 

       A terribly overprotective one, at that. 

      Of course, this was only to be expected of a father, even a foster one, but the lengths the man went to in order to keep his only daughter out of whatever he deemed trouble were rather extensive. You rarely ever left the Avengers tower, and if you did you were accompanied by a team of people you could only describe as rip off Secret Service men. Sometimes, Natasha would replace them, or Steve, but that was a rare occurrence. You were homeschooled by the best tutors his money could pay for- this particular move was less about refining your education and more about keeping you away from any boy in the five boroughs. 

       You chose to spend majority of your time reading in your room and training, always wary of anyone who approached you about being a friend. Your surname meant everything to people, especially the girls that wandered around Manhattan desperate to become the bestie of the daughter of the richest man in New York. You loved your dad with all your heart, but the stigma that ran with the Stark name would never stop irritating you. 

       That, and the impromptu plans he threw at you on a regular basis. 

       “Miss Stark, your father is requesting access to your room. He knows you hate it when he barges in.” Vision drifted into your room without warning, making you jump. You yanked your earbuds out of your ears, giving him a look. 

       “I hate when anyone barges in, Vision. That includes you, too.” You pushed your chair away from your desk, placing your pen on the desk and shutting your notebook. “Tell him he can come in if he lets me become an Avenger.” You raised your voice at this, knowing he would hear you. 

       “He says that he’ll consider it if you let him in.” 

       You raised your eyebrows. “Touché.” You motioned for the door to open, and your father walked into the room, immediately taking his pristinely polished shoes off and lying down on your bed. You stared at him.“Dad, it’s not cool to wear sunglasses inside. You look lame.” 

       Tony Stark rolled his eyes at you. “It’s called a look, sweetheart.” You laughed, pretending to nod in agreement. He placed his hands behind his head as you spun your chair back around to your desk. “What are you working on?” 

       “Something for Bruce,” you muttered, pen cap between your teeth as you continued to jot down important points from his numerous lab reports. You were going to have to hand in a full analysis of his findings for your end of term science paper, and he was more than willing to aid you. “Science report.” 

       “My daughter, beautiful and intelligent, my flesh and blood,” Tony declared proudly. 

       “Dad, I love you to the death, but I’m still not your biological kid,” you smiled all the same, though, and he knew behind the tough exterior you were happy to hear his expressions of admiration. 

        “Who needs a biological kid when I’ve got this great, wonderful adopted one right in front of me.” 

       Not looking up from your notebook, you said, “You’re really laying it on thick today. I’m all of those things, obviously, but I know you want something. So, what is it?” You paused, then said, “Thank you, by the way.” 

       “You sure we’re not related?” He sat back up, clasping his hands together. “What do you say about Germany?” 

       “Nice enough place I guess, interesting history, why?” 

       “I kind of need you to go there for two weeks with me.” 

       With a groan, you dropped your pen and held your face in your hands. “Another surprise trip? Dad, I have school. I have homework! Do you see this?” You held up the thick stack of reports from Banner’s lab, waving them around. “This is gonna be, like, my life’s work.” 

       Tony shook his head. “Kids these days and their homework. Seriously. When I was at school I would have taken any opportunity to shirk my responsibilities.” 

      “You did do that.”

        He waved his hand. “Technicalities. Anyway, as you know the Avengers have been disassembled. Sokovia Accords and all that bullshit. I assume you’ve been keeping up?” 

       “Hard not to.” It was true. Anything in the news was about the great split of the infamous team, Captain America vs Iron Man. It was impossible to turn on the television without hearing about it. And, considering you lived underneath the same roof as half of them, it was quite literally not an option to be ignorant to what was going on. 

       “Good,” he grinned proudly again. If there was one emotion that the man felt whenever he was around, it was proud. Nearly everything you did made him beam with pride, and if you had been placed into an actual high school, there was no doubt in his mind that the person at the top of every single class would be you. You excelled no matter the circumstances. “So, to sum up, there’s gonna be a big showdown in Germany. Western style, naturally. Guns blazing and everything.” 

       Your eyes lit up and you nearly flew out of your chair, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, are you finally gonna let me fight? You’ve seen my training, right? I’m getting so good. I’m like, practically Natasha level good. She’s been showing me that move where I can snap people’s necks with my thighs and-” 

       “First of all, your thighs are not going around anyone’s neck, so jot that down,” he interrupted. Your enthusiasm visibly deflated. “I need you to kind of watch over this kid who’s coming with us. He’s from Queens. You love Queens.” 

       “You’re making me babysit?” You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “C’mon, dad, I’m sixteen. That’s practically an adult. I think I should be allowed to fight this time. I’m Avenger worthy.” 

       “Practically an adult is not the same as literally an adult, as in over eighteen.” You groaned again. “Don’t call it babysitting, anyway. He’s your age. Well, he’s a few months younger, but that doesn’t matter. Just call it… hanging out with a good kid that’s fighting for your dear old dad and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble in Germany or annoy Happy too much.” He patted your knee, standing up. “We leave in the morning, kiddo, so pack up.” 

       “How come he gets to fight if he’s younger than I am?” 

       “’Cause he’s not my daughter. Goodnight, light of my life.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, giving you another encouraging smile.

       “Goodnight, pain my ass,” you grumbled as he left. He popped back in, a stern expression on his face. “If I watch your new protégée can I become an Avenger?” Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. Teenage girls were exhausting. 

       “We’ll talk about it.”


       You’re sitting at your breakfast table with suitcases piled next to you when Peter Parker strolls into your life with happiness in his every footstep because he is just so, so glad to be there. You’re spooning cereal into your mouth when he sits down directly across from you, a video camera cupped in his soft looking hands and the little red button clicked on, meaning that he is recording you. You place your spoon back into the bowl of milk that is dusted with cinnamon sugar from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch you’ve been eating for the past ten minutes. 

       “Do you mind?” 

       “Mind what?” He asked, peeking up from behind his camera. You gestured toward it, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. 

       “The camera. I’m kind of still in the middle of eating breakfast in my pajamas,” you leaned forward, switching it off. “You must be the Spider-Boy.” The chestnut haired boy feels a blush creeping up his neck and settling along his cheekbones when you say that. 

       “Oh, did Mr. Stark tell you that?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Um, it’s Spider-Man, actually.” He mumbled the man part, knowing fully well that he didn’t look like much of a man in the eyes of anyone, his eyes casting down as he fidgeted with the strap on his camera. 

       “Oh good,” you nodded. You took another spoonful of cereal. “I like that better. Nicer ring to it.” You grabbed your box of sugary breakfast and pushed it toward him, an offering. 

       “Huh?” He was a bit dazed. He stared at the box in front of him and then realized he had been doing that for far too long of a time to be considered normal. “Oh, right, um, sure, thanks!” He opened the box and took a handful, shoving it in his mouth. You kept eating your cereal, silently staring at the bowl and willing yourself not to laugh at the boy in front of you. With all his nerves, he was still a bundle of energy and cheerfulness, and, well, let’s face it, he was sort of adorable. “So, you think my name’s cool?” He tried to sound suave, charming, as he said it, tried to smirk at you, but he stopped when he realized that he looked stupid.

       You gave him a half smile. “It’s pretty good.” His face positively lit up with happiness to be taken seriously, and you knew the feeling too well. You stuck out your hand. “Oh, forgot to introduce myself-” 

      “Y/N Stark, adopted daughter of Mr. Stark, probably the smartest girl in all of New York and, uh, correct if I’m wrong but… Black Widow’s best student as well as Bruce Banner’s apprentice.” 

       You gaped at him. The blush he had been sporting crept up to his ears and made his nose turn the shade of a strawberry. “Well, uh, yeah,” you said, flustered. “Should I creeped out or flattered?” 

       “Flattered, please.” The genuine worry in his eyes as he leaned forward made you laugh. He had an endearing personality. 

       “Flattered it is.” You watched the slow sigh of relief leave his mouth, his hands flying up the mess of hair atop his head and fixing it distractedly. Your dad walked into the room, and Peter practically fell out of his chair trying to stand up and seem presentable. Your slouch was indicative that you didn’t care much. He was just your dad. “Morning, pops,” you slid the box over his way.  

       He frowned at it.” Y/N, that stuff is crap. I don’t know why you eat it.” 

       “Wanda and I like it,” you said defensively, a slip of the tongue. You knew your dad was going to get annoyed at the mention of the Scarlet Witch, who had evaded and ignored his attempts at keeping her powers under control. “It’s good. High quality. Right, Peter?” You whipped your head toward him. 

       He felt his heart give a little tug. He grabbed the box out of your hand and shoved more cereal in his mouth, the cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. Best stuff ever,” he said through a mouthful of it. Tony gave them an amused glance, picking up your two heaviest suitcases and beckoning you both to the landing strip. Peter swallowed his food. 

       He didn’t even like Cinnamon Toast Crunch that much. He was just thrilled that you knew his real name.


       Everything about this kid was infuriatingly dorky in the cutest way possible. You came to this conclusion as you boarded the jet with ease, sitting in your usual spot by the window and greeting Happy with your typical friendly smile and idle chitchat. Peter stumbled onto it with awe written across his features as he stared around the place, touching nearly everything much to Happy’s dismay. 

       “Haven’t you been on a plane before?” The man asked, growing irritated with the way the kid was filming everything. You saw Peter zoom in on Happy’s face and grinned out your window. 

       “Nope, never!” Peter exclaimed, his video camera still in front of him as he captured every detail of his trip. 

       “Well, sit down so we can take off,” Happy said gruffly, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and forcefully placing him into a seat. 

      Peter sat still for a moment, then hopped over to the seat next to you. He placed his camera in front of him on the tray table. “Y/N, smile for the camera. I’m recording.” You looked at him, then turned to the camera and gave it a deadpan stare. You even threw in a slow blink. “Good enough,” he shrugged. He kept it recording as he shifted in his seat so that his entire body was facing you, his chin resting in his hand and his elbow on your armrest. His gaze was sort of nice. “So, Miss Stark, I have a few questions.” 

       “Um, okay, shoot,” you closed your book that you had open on your lap. “I’m not that interesting, just so you know.” 

      “I think you’re interesting,” he assured you. You heard Happy let out a choked laugh at Peter’s flirting attempt, but it was just another thing you found sort of lovely. It was a genuine compliment. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”

       You’d been expecting the typical what’s it like being Tony’s daughter spiel, and you were pleased to get an actual question about yourself for once. “I like everything, I guess. I kind of love school, but I don’t go to a conventional school, so. Training is cool, I like that a lot.” 

       “You train with Black Widow, I have to ask- can you show me some moves? I need to refine my technique before the fight,” he explained.  

        “Do you wanna learn how to crush people with your thighs?”

       “Wow! Do you think I could? Could you teach me? That’s so cool,” he beamed, turning to the camera for a split second with an overexcited look. 

       You pursed your lips, staring out your window for a minute. You were up in the air by now, and there was long flight ahead of you. “Maybe. If my dad is okay with it. I have to check.” Peter looked confused, 

       “Why wouldn’t he be?” 

       “He’s, you know, really overprotective.” You put your first against the cheek, leaning the same way that Peter was. You sighed. “I don’t have a lot of friends. Which is fine, but I can’t even attempt to go make any because I have a whole freaking SWAT team on my ass the minute I step out of the tower because he’s so worried about my safety.” You let your head hit the window, your eyes rolling skyward. “And that makes no sense because-” 

       “You’re really strong and stuff. You can protect yourself,” Peter finished. 

        “I think you know me a little too well, Peter,” you said, poking him lightly in the arm. “But… yeah, exactly. I don’t really get to do anything fun. I don’t have adventures. Sure, reading is fun and studying is fun for me and training is great and I love hanging out with everyone in the tower but I’m still a teenager. No fun for me, though. My life is pretty boring, sorry if that makes your little video diary suck.” You stuck your tongue out at his camera.  

       “No worries,” he said, taking it off the tray table and turning it toward you. “Tell me every boring detail, Miss Stark.” 

       “As long as you stop calling me Miss Stark.” 

       “You’ve got a deal.” 

       It was a seven hour trip, and you both passed out by the three hour mark after Peter had pried every excruciating detail from your life out of you. You hated sleeping on airplanes, but your head was slumped against his shoulder and his arm was knocking against your own and his sweatshirt was as soft as pillow. You remembered the shy glance he had given you just before you knocked out on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight. He had a sweet smile. 


        Peter filmed absolutely everything. He filmed himself getting off the plane and then filmed you getting off the plane and nearly shoved the camera in Happy’s face until he threatened to break it and Peter backed off. He radiated enthusiasm. “Look at this, and this, and this, oh shit wow that’s so cool look at this! Oh man this is good stuff!”

       “Peter this is literally just the airport how am I supposed to take you around the actual city?!”

       “OH WOW Y/N have you seen this!” 

        “Yes, Peter!” 

         He zoomed in on your face, your devoid of emotion look appearing again. “Are you ever gonna smile for the camera?” He gave you a pout, doe eyes and all. You turned away. 

       “No. I’m supposed to be babysitting you, please be behave.” You touched your fingers to the bridge of your nose, dragging Peter to a couch. “Please sit. We’re getting the hotel reservations checked.” 

       “Do they juice boxes? I’m really thirsty.” He was just trying to make you laugh at this point, and annoying you was kind of funny for him. You let out an involuntary chuckle when he pretended to claw at his throat, throwing himself on the ground. 

       “I’ll make sure they have juice boxes for you, Petey. You’re such a seven year old, geez.” You pretended to gag. 

       Looking offended, Peter replied, “I’m actually twelve.” 

       Jokingly, you said, “You’re a twelve year old that’s going to get a punch in the face if you don’t settle down right now.” He stood up, directly in front of you with his light eyes and little grin, another feverish looking heat burning at his face. Nevertheless, he still said, “It’d be an honor to get beaten up by you.” 

      His voice, the sincerity he carried within it despite the ludicrous statement, made you feel those famed butterflies fluttering inside you. Maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes as he said it. Maybe it wasn’t. But something within you was starting to like Peter Parker, and you’d barely known him for twenty four hours. 

       Then again, it was hard to not like Peter. The kid was just so damn likable. 


       He had known it from the moment he first set his eyes upon you that day in the tower that he was a goner. If he had known it then, just from sitting down across from you with nothing to him but his lanky figure and a suit that resembled a onesie more than it did a costume fit for a hero such as he, he was sure of it now, a week and a half later. 

       Every day had been the same routine. He’d be up bright and early in the morning so you could help with him his training, teaching him how to utilize the suit your father had given him with ease rather than his usual tactic of jumping into everything blind. You’d been the one to help come up with nearly all of the web shooter combinations. He didn’t know all of them yet, or close to half of them, but he was progressing wonderfully. 

       After training, you’d give him the tour of your favorite places around Germany, close enough to where you’d both be able to get back to the hotel before dark. He filmed the both of you constantly, but you shied away from the cameras every time without fail. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t push. He just liked filming in general, and would accept you not smiling in any of his clips as long as you were still in there. 

       There was a beautiful sense of normalcy that came with hanging around Peter. You reveled in it. No one had ever made you laugh so hard with his ridiculous attempts at jokes or made you smile so much at his shy flirting skills that clearly needed to be revisited. 

       It was okay. You didn’t mind. And the fact that you didn’t tease him for it made him so, so happy. 

       Then, came the day of the fight. Peter had his camera out, he was dressed in his spidey suit, and you were standing there next to him dictating who he should and shouldn’t go after. 

       “Don’t go after Wanda ‘cause she could obliterate you in two seconds and Cap could crush you, too, but he won’t ‘cause he’s really nice like that. Bucky won’t care as much, though, so don’t do that- Ant-Man seems pretty cool and harmless but I don’t have as much intel on him and Peter if you get hurt you have to go hide somewhere-” 

       “I’m not gonna get hurt,” he said confidently. 

       You ignored him. “I’m gonna be in your earpiece, figuratively speaking, so I’ll hear everything you do and if you talk I’ll be able to hear you and you can hear me. So, just… keep me updated.” Peter took off his mask for a second, hair sticking up everywhere from the static. You leaned up, smoothing it back into place. Everything about him was soft. You wanted to curl up in it and stay there for as long as you could. 

       “I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Peter placed his hand on your shoulder. You felt your face heat up. 

       “I- I’m not worried.” You totally were. “I know you’ll be fine.” You didn’t want him getting hurt. “I just want you to be careful.” You didn’t want him to fight. 

       You could’ve sworn his face fell a  bit when you said you weren’t worried, but he squeezed your shoulder anyway. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around him, your nose pressing against his neck as you took a deep breath. He stood there for a second without doing anything until he realized that if he didn’t hug you back, he’d be the dumbest person on the face of the Earth. You felt his surprisingly defined arms hug you back. 

       You didn’t look at him when you pulled away. You stared at the spider emblazoned on his chest, gave him a quick good luck, then departed from the room. You sat on your own hotel bed with a rapidly beating heart.

        The nerves were killing you. Ten more minutes. You opened your laptop and pulled up the system that would allow you to communicate across Team Stark. You were more focused on your dad and Peter. You tapped into your dad’s earpiece after placing the headset on. “Dad?” You spoke into the microphone. 

       “Hey, kiddo, everything okay?” 

       “Y-Yeah I just-” you took another breath. “Be safe. I love you.” 

       “I love you too, Y/N. Are you sure everything is okay over there?” 

       “Can you just make sure Peter gets out okay? If he gets hurt, bring him right back, please. That’s it.” Maybe it was a stupid request in someone else’s eyes, but you needed Peter to make it back in one piece. Tony Stark looked over at Peter Parker, crouching in his hiding spot and fumbling around with the gloves of his suit and gave the kid a knowing smile. Of course that was the one his  daughter fell for in the end. Perfectly fitting. 

       “I’ll make sure.” You knew your father couldn’t see the grateful smile on your face, the sigh of relief that fell past your lips when he spoke these words.

       Peter Parker, I swear if you make it out of this, I will smile like an idiot in every single one of your stupidly adorable video diary things. I swear. Just be safe.


     “Your black eye is awful,” you told him, dabbing at it with more cream. “Totally ruins your face.”

       “I think I look manly.” 

       “You think incorrectly.” You stepped back, your fingertips tilting his chin up so you could examine it further. “I think I got the worst of it. You did really well, Peter. Exceptionally well.” His face was glowing from your compliment. 

       “Can I get on that tape?” He asked excitedly, ducking under his hotel bed for his camera. You nodded, and he switched the camera on. He held out his arm so that you were both in frame. And you smiled. He forgot all about what you were supposed to say the moment that beautiful smile appeared there. “I- wow, Y/N.” 

       “What?’ 

        His stare was kind as it usually was. “You just-” he paused. “Your smile is really, really beautiful.” There was no way for you to turn away from the camera this time and you were left grinning like a lovestruck idiot at the boy in front of you, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

      “Thank you.” 

      You slept the entire plane ride the way you had the last time, curled up against Peter. This time, it was intentional. One of your arms was flung across his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulders, the sweatshirt he had came in now swaddling you cozily. There were two separate cars waiting for you. You stood in between them when the flight got off, the sleeves of his sweater hanging off your hands as you reached out to grab his. He felt you push a piece of paper into his hand. “You better call me, Peter Parker. I’ll be really upset if you don’t.” 

       He wrapped you suddenly in an embrace that lifted you off your feet just a little bit, his lips pressing against your temple. “I’ll call you every day.” 


       He kept true to his word. Every day without fail, your phone rang with a call from Peter, and you fell asleep on the phone with him more often than not. If you weren’t on the phone with him, you were texting him, and if you weren’t doing that, you wished that you were. The consistent communication was better than nothing, but regardless, you missed his presence. You missed the way you felt walking next to him as he explained why chocolate ice cream was so clearly better than vanilla. You just missed him. 

       “Peter?” You held the phone to your ear, nestled in your blankets already even though it was barely nine o'clock. His sleepy voice mumbled out a yes? “Would it be stupid if I said that I missed you?” 

      She could practically hear his wide smile through the phone. “Of course not. I miss you, too. So much. Probably more than you miss me.” 

       “That’s so not true!” She scoffed. 

        “Wanna bet?” His tone was mischievous, no longer the hoarse, pretty voice of a boy just waking up from his nap. “Open your bedroom door.” 

        “Are you joking?” 

        You hung up the phone, throwing back your covers and not caring one bit that your hair was a dripping mess from your shower or that you were wearing  a terrible set of hello kitty pajamas that weren’t meant for anyone over the age of ten based on the size of the top. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you saw him standing in your doorway, a happy squeal escaping your lips. You were surprised he even got in, considering your dad wasn’t home, but you figured Vision had let him in. Vision always had a way of knowing. 

       “Have I ever told you that you have a really pretty smile?” Peter’s lips hovered over yours, almost hesitant. You took the initiative to kiss first, your hands delving into his silk-like hair. There was no point in waiting anymore. Your noses bumped together clumsily when he tilted his head back, admiring. You could feel your whole being light up when he gazed at you the way that he did, in that admiring, careful, Peter way of his. 

       “Careful, Spidey,” You warned, hands on his chest as you stared right back up at him. 

       “Careful of what?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

       “You’re going to make me fall in love with you one of these days if you keep looking at me like that.” It was only the truth, and you were a honest person.

       “That’s sort of the plan,” he shrugged in a seemingly careless way, but he couldn’t hide it. He was an open book. An open book who loved you, and the way that you smiled at him when he pulled back his sleeve to reveal a web shooter, a strange glint in those brown eyes of his as he said, “You up for an adventure?”