i broke up with iron man

What I hope happens in Infinity War:
  • Steve: So are you and Pepper back together?
  • Tony: We never broke up...
  • Steve: But two years ago you said-
  • Tony: That we were on a break. She runs my company, Rogers, we're together all the time. We literally just needed to not be together 24/7 for a bit.
  • Steve: ...Makes sense
  • Tony: Why on earth would she dump me after everything we've been through together?
  • Steve: ...Good question

anonymous asked:

Bucky, can you tell us about a time you had to force Steve to go to medical because he thinks he's pretty much invincible?

my favorite times is when steve is unconscious. or really punch drunk. because then i can just drag him into medical. and i dont really have to worry about brain damage because 1. he’s already an idiot and 2. healing factor.

( which is not to say that his healing factor is enough to keep him out of medical. it’s not. he still has to go in, no matter what he says. the only ones who get out of medical on the healing factor excuse are wade and logan. and that’s just because they’re too much of a pain to bother with. so steve still has to go to medical. )

you would think being raised by a nurse would teach him to respect medical. but no. 

he broke his hand–his whole damn hand, not just the fingers–punching a solid concrete wall a month ago. he wasnt aiming for the wall. (he claims.) he was aiming for a doombot, which dodged, and he hit the wall instead. it may have been the only doombot ever made with a survival instinct. if only steve could have borrowed that after clint shot the doombot’s head off.

since steve is steve, and he thinks erskine and howard injected him with adamantium instead of superjuice, he just kept fighting with his broken hand. and he kept forgetting it was broken. (and yelling swearwords over the comms every time he punched something with it. language, steve.) 

so afterwords, all of us knew he was injured–it was pretty hard to miss, what with the swearing and the swelling. if the universe was kind, or if steve was less stubborn, he would have accepted the inevitable and just gone to medical. obviously he did not do that. instead, he started doing the ‘im just fine my hands are always this weird looking bucky what are you talking about’ routine. i think he was just planning on setting the bones himself, though i really dont want to know how exactly he planned to do that. i was fixing to just grab him and haul him off. 

i guess he could see it in my expression, because he made a break for it, and tried to grab hold of tony as he was taking off. except tony didn’t see him coming, and the two of them only made it about twelve feet up before steve throwing off tony’s balance managed to crash them both. 

the iron man is pretty heavy. steve wound up under it. 

he broke his other hand.

after that he went to medical quietly.

(he was not quiet for long. theres no greater force of irritation than bedridden steve who can’t use his hands to do things. he gets bored and then i start really missing being cryofrozen)

The Video

Note: yikes, what a title, lmao. I hope you’re all doing well! so, this isn’t entirely how it went in the movie, but I hope you enjoy it, anon! thank you for the request! comments and feedback are more than welcome! I appreciate hearing back from you guys.  ❤️

Request: hey :) could you write an angsty one shot where the reader sees videos of bucky being tortured by hydra and later brings it up to him that *you* saw them? thank you <3

Originally posted by sxy-seabass


You were just finishing up writing a mission report late at night-given you arrived an hour prior from said mission-, in extreme detail since Nick was upset that you left out what weapon you used to kill a guard last time. He was surprised when you held up your dominate hand with a shrug. So, if he wanted details, he was gonna get them. As you typed away, Tony was to your left, sorting through old files. He was moving them into the new safe Nick had brought in, when he let out a rather loud and long yawn.

A smirk formed on your lips as you looked up from your laptop. Tony was sitting in a swivel chair, stacking old manila file folders on the ground. “It’s not even ten-thirty, and you’re already tired?” You shook your head, mocking him. Nick wanted him to sit the mission out and do this for him instead. 

He scoffed and glared at you, sighing heavily. “I’ve been moving these files all day long! And he wanted to organize them by year, and some of them aren’t even dated!” He complained, groaning in frustration.

You tapped your thumbs against your laptop as you thought to yourself. You were nearly finished with your report and Tony did look tired. Pursing your lips, you turned to look back at Tony. “I’m almost done here, why don’t I finish that up?” You offered with a small smile. Tony whipped around to face you with a shocked expression. “Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?” He asked with caution, crossing his arms.

Your eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. “You have ten seconds flat to leave the room or I withdraw my offer.” You began typing on your laptop again, laughing softly to yourself when you heard his shoes squeak against the floor, his speedy steps echoing as he ran out of the room.

After half an hour later of typing your mission report, you sent it in an email to Nick. You sighed and cracked your knuckles, stretching your arms above your head. Your body was sore from the mission and your eyes had grown tired, but you told Tony you’d finish the files. 

Walking over to the stack he left on the ground, you picked them up and brought them over, tossing them down onto the table. A white square envelope slid out of the top folder, a shiny disc catching your eye. Your eyebrows creased with confusion and you grabbed it, flipping it around to look for a name or any piece of information that told you what was on here. You opened the envelope, only to find that the disc was plain, too.

You were always a curious person. Almost everyone in the tower had trouble with accepting that, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. It was in your personality to be curious. And that’s why you sat down in your chair and slid the disc into your laptop.

Biting your lip, your cursor hovered over the play button. What if this was something bad, something terribly horrid, something you’d never be able to un-see. You’d dream of it, think of it, and have so many questions. Or what if it was the long-lost embarrassing drunken karaoke video of Sam and Tony at Bucky’s birthday party?

You quickly pressed play and sat back, anxiously waiting for it to start. 

You realized that this was not the latter as you saw darkness, The camera shook a little bit as it showed a brightly lit room - or rather a lab of sorts. Suddenly voices started coming into the room. 

One by one, a group of men came into frame. Men with lab coats. Your stomach churned and your fingers shook as you heard Bucky’s voice. “Stop! Don’t do this! I knew him!” The camera was shakily aimed at him and you could see him struggling against them. They were dragging him towards a large chair and shoved him down. You knew you needed to stop watching. But you couldn’t look away. Not now.

Bucky had a thousand yard stare, as if everything about him and his life was rushing back and he knew he’d lose it soon. A few seconds later, he was out of control and shoving a guard away from him; he was angry and unstable. You looked away and bit your trembling lip as your finger hovered over the power button, but when you heard more footsteps, you willed yourself to look again.

“Mission report.”

Alexander Pierce was there, leaning down in front of Bucky, his hand whipping out to slap Bucky in the face. The camera had a muffled sound from the person shaking so much. You figured this wasn’t actually supposed to be filmed, or it was and the person was extremely afraid to be around Bucky, or in this case, The Winter Soldier.

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Bucky look at Pierce. He looked hopeless, he was tired and you could see a spark of fear behind his eyes as he spoke. “But I knew him.” His eyes held so much emotion, something you didn’t see when he first arrived at the tower. It took him a few months to even come out of his room when everyone else was awake. After that, it took a year to get him back to as normal as he could be, given everything that happened.

One more year, and you two were happily together. You both had grown close to each other, you helped him with his nightmares and he always stitched you up, both of you taking bullets for each other. Though the two of you were unstoppable on the field, working together like it was meant to be.

“Wipe him.” 

Those words brought you out of your thoughts and your breath picked up as you watched two men push Bucky’s back against the chair, his hair framing his face. You realized your were gripping the edge of the table when your hand started to hurt from the pressure. Tears filled your eyes as you watched them stick a mouth guard in front of him. He accepted it; he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

The machine came to life and his chair leaned backwards, the electric headpiece coming around towards Bucky’s head. It fired up and you saw his chest rise and fall before he started to scream, the machine shocking him. A sob escaped your lips and your hand flew up, covering your mouth as you cried into it. He continued to scream, his voice breaking and the sound of his metal arm fighting against the restraints shot right through you.

You slammed the laptop shut and squeezed your eyes tightly, but all you could see was Bucky’s face behind your lids. You’d only heard bits and pieces about Bucky’s life with Hydra. 

Now that you’ve seen it with your own eyes, it was something you’d never want to see again.


Two weeks have passed since you watched Bucky’s torture video. You’ve become silent almost, timid around anyone. Telling Bucky about watching the video wasn’t something you wanted to bring up. But you knew he could tell that something was wrong. 

He watched you from the door, your fingers typing on your laptop as you wrote out another mission report. It’s taken you longer than usual because you kept thinking about the video. You noticed you were typing out the details from said video instead of the mission you and the team went on, and you groaned, backspacing two sentences.

“Y/N, you need to rest.” Bucky’s voice startled you and you looked up from your screen. You swallowed nervously and let out a shaky breath. “I need to finish the miss-an email.” ‘Mission report’ suddenly sounded like a terrible set of words to use, despite Bucky’s mind being cleared for the most part.

Bucky sighed and walked into the room. He stood behind you and let his hands rest on your shoulders. You melted into his touch and your lip trembled when you felt the coolness on your left shoulder. Everything you’ve been holding in finally came out. “Bucky..” Your voice broke and you tried to hold back your sobs, but it was useless. He quickly turned your chair to the side and bent down onto his knees in front of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows creased with worry and his hands grasped your cheeks. You couldn’t form the words, you could only cry. Bucky felt his throat tighten at seeing you like this, your eyes filled with tears and the hiccups coming from your throat. 

He wiped your tears as they fell, giving you time to catch your breath before speaking again. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked softly, moving his hand to yours, caressing your skin with his thumb. You sniffled and took a deep breath, huffing it out as you let your eyes fall to his metal hand in yours. You weren’t scared, you weren’t angry; just seeing him like that broke your heart.

“I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to be mad at me.” You sobbed again and Bucky stood to his feet, picking you up out of the chair bridal style, so he could sit in with you in his lap. He shushed you softly, cradling your head on his shoulder. “Doll, you’re makin’ me nervous. Please, tell me.” He pleaded softly, looking down at you. 

Wiping your cheeks, you took another breath. “I watched a video.” You whispered quietly, hoping he missed it. But he heard you clearly and his heart jumped in his chest. He knows exactly what video you’re talking about.

He was silent as he gathered his thoughts. Your heart sank as the minutes ticked by without a word from him. Right when you opened your mouth, he did the same, only he could use his voice. “I’m not mad at you, Doll. I wish you hadn’t seen me like that, though.” He held you closer, pressing his lips to your head.

You sat up in his lap and looked into his eyes. The looked sad and he had light circles underneath them. Your hand rested on his cheek and you caressed it. “You’ve come a long way, I know that. But seeing it, it broke my heart all over again, Bucky.” Your lip trembled and Bucky reached up to rub it with his thumb. 

“Hey,” He met your eyes and leaned in to press his lips to yours. The kiss was short but sweet. “It won’t happen again; I’m confident about that now. I have such an amazing team and girlfriend that will make sure of it.” Bucky let his metal hand cradle your cheek. Even touching you with it was proof that he’s one hundred percent sure he’s okay. 

You smiled sadly at him. You sighed and played with your thumbs for a few moments. “I was hoping it was that embarrassing video of Sam and  Tony, singing horribly at karaoke night on your birthday.” You admitted bashfully. Bucky suddenly laughed, which caused your heart to soar at the sound.

Bucky’s laughs calmed and he stood up with you in his arms still, leading you out of the room. You let your head rest against his chest. “Where are we going?” You asked softly, playing with the ends of his hair. “Always so curious.” He chuckled deeply, the action causing his chest to vibrate against your side.

“Well?” You looked up at him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. He stepped into the elevator and a smirk formed on his lips.

“To watch that exact video.”


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The Bucky Effect

When you really think of it Bucky is kinda the main reason behind everything in the MCU. It’s by complete unwitting accident on his part of course.
He was so good and caring over Steve for like 20+yrs leading up to the war, that when it broke out and he was in danger, Steve risked everything to save him. In that act he truely became Captain America. Without him there is no Captain America, Howling Commandos and I dare say no SHIELD. Because SHIELD exist, Fury, Peirce, Coulson, Barton and Pym have a position there and drama that they deal with in connection to each other. Because he was recaptured by Hydra and brainwashed, he kill Tonys’ parents, the first domino in the sequence of event that led to him becoming Iron Man. Because he shot Natasha, she knew who shot Fury and was able to help Steve, which led to their reunion and Sam joining the Avengers; and Hydras downfall. Of all ppl Zimo frames Bucky for the UN attack leading to the disbanding of the Avengers, rise of Black Panther, and Cap dropping his title.

Anyway there’s probably some stuff I missed, I’m tired after all and really need sleep. This is just something that was on my mind that wanted to share. Cheers.

anonymous asked:

My ex-boyfriend (who broke up with me) is mad because I don't want to be friends, My best friend bailed on me even tho I haven't seen him in 2 months, I failed a chem test, an ASL test and an English Socratic Seminar today and I have to go to school tomorrow. It's been a hectic day. If you have the time (and energy def don't feel pressured!!) I'd love a hurt/comfort Stucky or Stony fic please (or Bucky/Steve/Tony)

that is a huge pile of shitty anon, i’m sorry!

“All right, Iron Man, back in the air,” Steve calls and Tony does a silly salute even though he doesn’t think Steve can see him from where he is.

“Upsie daisy,” he calls in return. He’s barely lifted off when something hits him in the right thigh with a loud crunch. Pain spikes all the way down to his toes and up into his hip. The shock knocks him off kilter. He cries out, but it’s more out of shock than anything.

“Tony?!” he hears someone yell, but the view on the HUD is spinning and that’s more important than whoever’s yelling at him.

“Sir, you’ve taken a hit—”

No shit!” Tony yells back breathlessly.

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anonymous asked:

I WANNA GO BACK TO GOTHAM. #onlyingotham WERE THE FUCKING VILLAINS NICE. THE VIGILANTES PAID FOR WHAT THEY BROKE. BRUCE WAYNE IS COOLER THAN TONY STARK. AND BATMAN IS COOLER THAN IRON MAN. BATMAN GIVES OUT HUGS. AND BATARANGS TO NINE YEAR OLDS THAT GET BEAT UP BY OLDER KIDS ON THEIR WAY HOME. #IWANNAGOHOME #IMISSNIGHTWINGANDTHEROBINS #THEYWEREAWESOMEFRIENDS #THEYHELPEDWITHMYHOMEWORK #ANDTHEVILLAINSDIDTOO #RIDDLERWASGREATWITHENGLISH #ANDKILLERCROCWASGOODATSCIENCE #IMISSMYVILLIANOUSBABYSITTERS

It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head​ for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks

‘Secrets’

“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and around.
“Oh god, it is.”

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of the stairwell.

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Harsh Words Pt. 3

Requested By: Some people and I just wanted to make a part three oops

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter had finally resolved things, only for you to be taken away too soon, leaving Peter distraught, not knowing if you’d come back to him or not.

Warnings: Just a big rollercoaster of emotions, swearing, and it’s a real tear jerker, I legit cried while writing it, I’m sO sorry omg..

Also, I listened to this song while writing it, so if you’d like to listen to it while reading, you may.

Word Count: 5,107 (my longest imagine ever written so far..)

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A/N: WOWOWOWOW okay so, it means so much to me that everyone enjoyed this little series so much??? Like I never thought it’d get this huge and it has and I just feel so warm and bubbly asdlkfjfh. I’m so thankful for all of you that read it and commented and just overall enjoyed it so much! You are the amazing and I just love you so much. :)))))) Thank you for going on this emotional rollercoaster with me, and I hope you enjoy Harsh Words Pt. 3. this is also the last part, enjoy.

Part two

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Sirens.

Sirens engulfed New York, the sound blaring through Peter’s ears, the only thing he heard that night, before the lights of the police cars and fire and rescue crew arrived to the scene, Peter screamed out your name in frustration and sadness, it coming out in strangled sobs, his face flushed red in panic trying to find you.

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Betrothal

So it seemed my little summary for an Gajevy au was quite popular, and I have always wanted to attempt to write a fanfic, but I haven’t written much along the lines of fantasy… like ever. And haven’t written an essay in years. I kind of got swept up in this idea, I’ve been working on it all day.
Anyway, this is my first fan fiction, so please leave *kind* constructive criticism, and most importantly, enjoy!!

Summary:Young Levy McGarden, betrothed to the cold hearted Iron Prince she has never met, falls in love with a young knight. Dressed in black armor with a dragon crest, he spends his time attempting to woo her with red roses and leather bound fairy tale books. Little does she know her knight and the prince are one in the same.


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Self-destructive tendencies - Tony Stark x Reader

Summary : Reader is in love with Tony, but Tony is dating Pepper…until she dumps him, and the Iron Man keeps coming to our dear reader for comfort (nothing sexual…yet). Warning for language.

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You always had a massive crush on Tony Stark, even though he was quite a bit older than you. And when he started dating his long time “assistant” Pepper Potts, your heart shattered. In a way though, maybe it was for the best, he didn’t have exactly a good reputation with his relationship with women…

They stayed together two years, and one day, she broke up with him. And the reasons why didn’t surprise you one bit. He was a difficult man to live with. But you couldn’t help but think Pepper should have known better. Like, she knew him since a long time, and she knew how he was…So why get with him if she couldn’t handle his way of being ? Especially since Tony actually put in a lot of effort in. He stopped drinking, he tried to remember important dates such as birthday and anniversary, even her name day ! And he often took her out, just the two of them…

But she wanted more, apparently. She wanted him to stop being the Iron Man and take more care of her. She wanted him to change some important parts of his personality…and that just couldn’t work. You didn’t get it. Again, she knew how he was, and she knew some things would stay the same…So why breaking up with him for those reasons ?

In your eyes, she just didn’t love him enough to accept all of him. And it broke your heart a bit, because no matter how much of an asshole Tony was, he deserved better. He deserved someone who understood that, since he got kidnapped in Afghanistan, and since the Alien attack on NYC, he wasn’t the same man anymore.

But what could you do ? He’d never look at you in another way than a little sister, you were too young. And he was still in love with her…

You were brooding in your office one late night when you heard a knock on your door. Only one person could come knock on your door at 4 am…

Tony fucking Stark. And he was drunk. So drunk.

-Heyyyyyyy youuUUUuuuUUuuuu. Came by the neighborhood, thought I’d…Check on you or something.

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We Can Fix This...I Hope

Summary: Lets just hope you can fix your dads prized possession before he gets home

Words: 2000ish

Authors note: Please like, reblog, and comment! Oh, and please PLEASE send ins requests! It gets hard to make up my own prompts.

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

Originally posted by keepcalmandcallnico

“I am so dead,” you breath out.

“N-no you aren’t. We can fix this!” Peter tried to cheer you up but that wasn’t going to happen. Oh yes, you were so dead. You would be deader than a doornail. You’re gonna go belly up. You will bite the dust. What ever expression you chose to use doesn’t change that fact that you weren’t going to see the light of tomorrow.

“How are we suppose to fix my dad’s suit! HIS FAVORITE IRON MAN-” Peter slapped his hand over your mouth.

“There are other people in this building. Now I know I don’t wanna get caught and you sure as heck don’t wanna get caught. The only way out of this situation is to just figure out how to repair the thing.” Peter then slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you nodded slowly.

“Ok so we know that Steve, Bruce, and Natasha are around right now. Dad is out with Pepper visiting, only god knows where,  and won’t be around till tomorrow evening. So as of right now we only have 24 hours at the most to mend this stupid rust bucket.” You sneer at your father’s creation that he has only just started teaching you how to build your own.

“Do you think Bruce could help us?” Peter questioned. 

“Could? Oh I think he could help us, but the real question is would he help us.” You state not looking away from the demolished red suit.

“I see your point,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey what if FRIDAY knows how to fix the suit!” Peter exclaims with a grin.

“Hey FRIDAY!” you call out to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?” FRIDAY responded.

“Do you, by any chance, know how to repair or even make my dad’s Iron Man suit?” you question the artificial intelligence.

“Yes I do Ms. (Y/N). In fact your father has made videos on how to make one!” The smile Peter had on his face was the most infectious thing on the planet earth right now.

“FRIDAY would you please pull up all the videos and play them in order? Could you also not inform my dad about what has happened and what is going to happen in the next 24 hours?” You asked and of course you received.

“Well, lets get to work spiderling!” you cheer.

—–

“I think I’m going to pass out,” Peter whined as he slumped down in a chair.

“Don’t bail on me now Parker,” You hummed as you took another sip of coffee to keep you going.

“But I’m so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrred,” Peter mumbled.

“Start a conversation with mer Parker. Keep yourself talking.” You instruct as you light the blow torch.

“Well yesterday I had my first kiss,” Peter mumbled.

“No way! Was it with that Liz Allen girl you always talk about?” You fake enthusiasm.

“Yeah! It was wonderful. I had set up a picnic in the park. It was getting dark and the stars came out and then we just kissed.” Peter gushed.

“That really sounds amazing Peter. I’m happy for you.” You lied right through your pearly whites. Of course you were happy for him. He had his first kiss and he just said it was wonderful. You were just upset over the fact that it wasn’t with you. 

Ever since you first met him being forced to be an undercover student going to Midtown High by your dad; you couldn’t help but be captured by how innocent and all around adorable he was at first glance. Then you got to know him more as the weeks went by and you and your dad finally recruited the spider-boy. You couldn’t help but smile when the budding super-hero, just like yourself, would take time out of his weekend to hang out with you and your father. While Tony would whine and complain about how annoying Peter was you could see right through that tough old fart. Ever since Bruce got a real job and wasn’t around the tower except once out of the month Tony had gotten lonely and frankly bored. While you did retain your smarts from your dad you weren’t always interested in debating whether or not Newton’s 3rd Law can be broken. Luckily Peter Parker was there to save you by actually enjoying the conversations he has with your father. Your dad was secretly excited he had someone else to talk smarts about without being bashed on all the time about ‘being old’ and ‘having to much retirement time on his hands’ as you would say.

“But it didn’t feel right,” Peter sighed. That immediately caught your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t feel natural or real. I guess you could say I didn’t feel a spark.” Peter tried to explain.

“I think the worst part is, is that Liz felt something. She seemed over the moon after the date. Should I feel bad that I don’t feel anything?” Peter questioned.

“No, its not your fault that you don’t feel the same. You just…don’t. I can’t really explain it further.” You pull up your mask and turn off the blow torch.

“I don’t know how to tell her or do I even tell her at all,” Peter sighs and throws his arms over his eyes.

“I think that life is to short to do that to yourself and someone else. Why waste time with something that doesn’t interest you and instead do something that you love. Not saying that being around that Allen girl is a waste of time, but being in a relationship that is one sided isn’t really healthy and isn’t fare to her. Like I said about not having a lot of time, need I remind you that we are super-heros and we don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. Except for Capcicle and Buck. They are the rare exception. So is my dad, cause he’s old. And Thor cause his people live for awhile-OH you get what I mean.” you grumble as you get annoyed that you contradicted your statement. Peter just broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m holding a blow torch Parker. Don’t test me.” His laughter died down and for the first time you saw a look that you had never seen before. That is, it is the first time you had caught him staring at you with adoration. 

“What’s that look for?” You giggled and turned to continue to work on the hunk of metal sitting in front of you, just missing the growing blush on Peter’s cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not going to keep you up any longer since it is two in the morning. Head up to my room and sleep. I won’t be able to till this super suit is working.” You say grabbing ahold of an unknown tool your father used to build his armor.

“No, I can’t-” Peter immediately shut up when you gave him this motherly glare that spooked him into doing as you were told.

“I’ll be back in an hour so you can sleep!” Peter called down the hallway.

“Sure you will,” you chuckled to yourself.

—–

Peter woke up with a groggy grumble then shot up in a bed that wasn’t his. He hissed in annoyance when his vision became a little foggy and got a minor headache. he glanced around the room and remembered that he’s at the tower helping you fix the Iron Man suit you both broke.

“Peter come on! Flying in one of these things is so cool! I’ll even teach you how to fly one!” You squealed in excitement. (Y/N) was tinkering with her work-in-progress Iron Man suit when Peter walked in and started asking a bunch of questions about said suit.

“(Y/N) I don’t think that’s a good idea. W-what if I crash one of them?” Peter stuttered.

“Come on what’s the worst that can happen,” she blew off Peter’s concern and pulled out her and her dad’s favorite creation and stepped right inside it.

“See! Easy as-” (Y/N) was immediately cut off when the suit started to fly out of control and spit her out of the metal skin. It banged left and right slowly losing parts as it crashed more and more. (Y/N) grabbed a metal rod lying on the work table and smacked it with all her strength sending the malfunctioning metal to the ground and dying with a sputter.

“I am so dead,” she breathed out.

“Oh crap,” Peter shot out offed and practically threw himself down the hall and to the workshop when he realized it was nine A.M. He stumbled into the room only to realize you had passed out on top of the wired body barely holding onto a wrench in your right hand. Light snores came from your mouth and he chuckled at you. That was when he, once again, gave you that look of adoration and love. Yes, love. Now is it really all that surprising to see him head over heals in love with you? No probably not. 

I mean you were quirky and smart. He could never get over the fact that you whine when you are proven wrong. You would get annoyed with him when he teased you about not being able to lift up only one eyebrow. He only did to see your adorable face when you did get upset. Your laugh was so different than anything he ever heard but he couldn’t get enough of it. The thing he loved most about you was how kind you were. The first day you met him was something he could never forget. You stood up for him when Flash was giving him a hard time. No one ever stood up for him. The thing that got him was that you didn’t stand up for just him but everyone Flash ever bother. You stood up for what was right in every situation even though sometimes people didn’t favorite the right thing. Peter could only see you as the light of his life, if only he had the courage to say something.

Peter slowly scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. Right away you wrapped your arms and legs around his frame which only made his smile grow. He moved your up the elevator and to your floor. Prying you away from his body was the hardest and funniest thing Peter has ever done, but once he got you under the covers he stayed for a lot longer than he should of.

“God you are breathtaking,” he mumbled. With that he left the room and let you sleep.

—–

“PETER YOU LET ME SLEEP! ITS NEARLY EIGHT O’CLOCK MY DAD WILL BE HOME SOON! I AM DEAD MEAT!” (Y/N) scrambled into the workshop to find the super suit in its stand and Peter fiddling away at something else.

“W-When did this h-happen?” you panted out of breath.

“While you were sleeping I was able to finish this up so you wouldn’t have your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Peter turned to you.

“You know that you are the best person in the world ever right?” You giggled.

“Also,” before Peter knew what was happening you had already pulled him into a long awaited kiss that you both enjoyed. You broke the kiss and Peter tried to lean in farther to catch your retreating lips. 

“Thank you for calling me breathtaking,” You shied away but Peter gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush against him.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me when it’s a fact,” you blushed and dug your head into his shoulder to hide it the best you could.

“You did a really good job at repairing the suit while I was asleep,” you spoke to soon as the whole entire body collapsed and scattered across the floor. The two of you stood there astounded at the mess lying at your feet.

“Mini Me! Underoos! I’m Home!” 

Sledgehammer

Chapter Seven

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2709
Warnings: Angst, swearing

Song: Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie


Feeling better after your short talk with Clint, you headed toward your office and smiled when you ran into Garry in the corridor. “Hey. Where you been?”

“Around,” he shrugged, giving you a smile.

“Well, would around be up for an afternoon of target practice?”

“Hell yah!” he cheered, offering you a high five.

As you laughed and made to slap his palm, the two of you rounded the corner only to come upon Steve and a beautiful blonde woman. You came to a complete, dead stop. “Oh,” popped out on an exhalation of breath, causing Steve’s head to whip toward you.

A flush of red built in his cheeks, and his smile appeared… guilty. “(Y/N), doll face, come meet Agent Sharon Carter,” he called out, motioning you closer as he eyed Garry.

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For How Long?!(Peter Parker/Spider-Man Imagine)

Request: Can you do One where reader and Peter are couple and she didn’t tell her dad Tony that she’s dating him and One day he catch them making out or something (:

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by theavengers

Tony was hesitant at first to allow you, his beloved daughter, to go to public school. You’d spend long nights arguing about how you want a normal life outside the Avengers and Iron Man. And eventually, you broke your father down and he finally allowed you to attend a public high school in Queens, Midtown High School. 

There was this boy in your grade that intrigued you. He’d stand up for those who were bullied and took the beatings like a real man that came afterwards. One day you were the one to intervene the fight between Peter and the notorious Flash. That’s how you met Peter Parker officially. 

Months later, the two of you were in a slow growing romance. You were both young and you let time handle what would happen. Peter had asked you to meet up at this abandoned warehouse he’d like to skate at. When you arrived, Peter hung upside down from the ceiling with the Spider-Man suit on without the mask. It was then when you two shared your first kiss. 

After that, your relationship grew steadily… That is until your father recruited the “Spider-Ling.” The two of you would sneak around behind your father’s back and had secret hiding places you’d hide in around the tower so that you’d have some time to yourselves. 

There was a tapping on your window one night and you smiled as you let Peter in. “The tower seems empty.” Peter mumbled as you pulled him closer to you so that you could kiss him. You shrugged. 

“Nat visiting Clint.” Peck. “Steve, Sam, and Buck are out jogging.” A longer kiss. “Wanda and Vision are spending time together. And my dad’s at a meeting.” 

“It’s just you and me?” Peter questioned, wiggling his eyebrows. You smirked at your boyfriend before nodding. You put your hand on his bicep to pull him closer towards you but he winced. 

“Babe, what happened?” You inquired as the blood starting staining his suit. You gasped before instructing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a med kit to your room immediately. When the tools finally arrived, you helped Peter out of his suit, leaving him in just his boxers. “This is going to hurt.” You whispered before pouring some rubbing alcohol on his wounds. 

He groaned in pain as he began to quickly explain the gunshot that grazed his arm and how he isn’t bulletproof. You put a bandage over the wound and gave it a soft kiss. “It’s not better.” Peter pouted. You went into a frenzy of questions asking him if you should alert the authorities or call for Dr. Cho. “I need a kiss to make it better, (Y/N).” 

You gave him an amused look before leaning towards Peter. Your father came home earlier than you had expected. He knew that the tower should be empty besides you. “F.R.I.D.A.Y scan the house.” He instructed the computer. 

“There’s two heat signatures upstairs in (Y/N)’s bedroom, sir.” The AI informed him. Tony’s eyes widened. Two?! You must be in trouble if there’s another person in your room. He knew he should’ve taken you with him to that blasted meeting. 

Tony called his suit to him and went to your bedroom ready to fight of your attackers. He noticed that your door wasn’t closed all the way and he heard a small giggle that was followed by a chuckle that certainly didn’t belong to you. “FREEZE!” Tony hollered, barging into your room to find a boxer-wearing Peter and a red as tomato you. “Wha-Wait.. No! For How Long?!” 

“A few months after I got into school?” Your statement came out more life a question. 

“Mr. Stark please don’t be mad!” Peter begged, getting up from your bed. You coughed and Peter’s face turned a bright red before excusing himself to get properly dressed in the spider suit. 

“Let’s keep this PG for a moment.” Your dad whispered. “Have you and Peter… You know… In Cap lingo… fondued?” Your jaw dropped and before you could answer he broke into a rant about how safe sex is the most important thing in the world especially at your ages. “You both are barely in high school, alright. Both of you can’t support a child at this age-”

“Dad.” You said, sternly. “It’s never progressed to that level and he was half-naked because I cleaned up a gunshot wound for him.” 

“Do you love him?” Your dad asked. Your eyes widened. 

You and Peter never spoke about that before. Those exchange of words were never even spoken yet. But you didn’t need to question how you felt about Peter. You never had to. “Dad, I do. I love him, a lot. When you go around doing your avenging, I get really scared. I don’t want to lose you because I love you so much. And that’s the same feeling I have when Peter’s out saving the city. I love him, dad.” 

Your dad gave you a soft smile and put a hand on your shoulder. “Be careful with love, sweetheart. It can hurt but it’s worth the ride.” You looked up and saw Peter leaning on your door frame. 

“I love you too.” Peter said softly. You got off your bed and ran into his arms. 

“Don’t hurt my little girl, underoos.” Your dad warned. 

“Yes sir, Mr. Stark.” Peter saluted. 

Bucky: That little man disrespects me. H - He insulted my food, my hair, everything. 

Tony: Is there anything I can do to cheer you up? 

Bucky: A hug would help. 

Tony: If I hug you, will you go back to work? 

Bucky: Yes. 

Tony: Two-second hug. I’m going in. 

[Tony and Bucky hug, Steve comes in]

Steve: Aw! 

[Tony and Bucky pull away, Tony’s pants zipper is pulled down revealing his boxers]

Steve: Uh… 

[Steve points to Tony’s pants revealing what had happened]

Tony: [to Bucky] How did you do that? Your hands never left my back! 

Bucky: I am the David Blaine of zippers. 

Tony: I was trying to cheer you up. 

Bucky: You did. 

We Are Infinite

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (“We’ve been through everything else together. This is no different.” With Peter Parker and a super!reader? (I was thinking before the fight with the vulture?))
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mentions of Fighting, Swearing, Not Breathing???

Originally posted by van-dyne

You couldn’t remember a day where Peter hadn’t been fighting by your side. Since the day the both of you had been bitten by that radioactive spider, and then tried to keep it from each other, and then accidentally reveal it to each other, well– you could say the two of you were close. Spiderman and Spiderwoman had a bit of a ring to it, after all.

The Vulture first attacked Peter on a night where the two of you had split up. You were focusing on a robbery across the city, and Peter was stopping a weapons deal. They both seemed like easy enough missions to deal with on your own. But they apparently were not, when you were alerted through your suit, which was interconnected with Peter’s, that he wasn’t getting any oxygen.

Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. You quickly punched out the last robber and webbed them all up for the police to find before running from the store, following where your suit was directing you towards Peter’s location. You tried not to let the worry consume you when his oxygen levels returned to normal, but the temperature in his suit was dangerously low.

By the time you made it to his location––a playground next to a lake––you saw Mr. Stark there as well. You landed quietly behind one of the slides before stalking over to where Peter was sitting down, maskless, and you felt your anger increase when you saw him covered in water.

“What the fuck, Peter,” you yelled, uncaring of someone hearing you. His head turned towards you, as did the head of Iron Man, and Peter looked at you with slouched shoulders as you ripped your own mask from your head.

“Look-”

“No, no, no, there’s no looking here,” you cut him off, and you ignored Mr. Stark completely as you climbed up to stand in front of Peter. “We split up for one mission–one!–and I get a message that you’re not getting any oxygen? What the fuck!”

“Look’s like you’ve made someone worried,” you heard Mr. Stark’s voice say in a teasing tone from behind you, and you breathed deeply out of your nose to control your anger at him.

“What are you even doing here?” You asked, whipping around to face him. “I thought you were out of the country.”

The Iron Man suit tilted his head at you, and then the head opened to reveal an empty inside. You clenched your jaw. “Actually, I’m not here.”

“Fabulous,” you muttered. Peter was silent next to you, shivering slightly.

“By the way, here,” he pressed something on his arm and Peter immediately let out a groan. Your eyes widened, turning to look at him. He was rubbing his arms up and down, a content expression on his face. “Is a heater. Now, I should be going, let the couple argue it out.”

You hoped Peter couldn’t see your red cheeks as you heard the Iron Man suit fly away. The two of you stayed silent, staring at each other, as Peter continued to rub at his arms. “I’m sorry,” he broke the quiet of the night, and you breathed out harshly through your nose again.

“What happened,” you replied.

He looked away in shame, and you knew you wouldn’t like his explanation. “It was a weapons deal- we weren’t wrong about that. But they weren’t just guns or whatever; they were alien weapons, or something like them. Like the guys in that bank robbery a few weeks ago? Except there were a lot more, and they were all different,” he furrowed his eyebrows, and you bit your lip. The worry seeped into you quickly, wondering how these weapons had even come to be in the first place.

“And I tried to stop them, but they scattered, so I jumped onto the truck. And well,” he looked away from you, an embarrassed expression clouding his face. “I got pretty beat up. And then when I thought I had gotten them, some kind of– a guy in a bird suit showed up– like Falcon! But much more mechanical. And then he just lifted me up and flew, and then he released his parachute and I got all tangled up in it. Then he tossed me into the river,” Peter shook his head, and you slowly sat down next to him. Your arms barely touched, and you could feel the dampness of his suit.

“He was trying to kill me,” he said softly, nearly whispering. You leaned closer to him. “He was really trying to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, Pete,” you responded, resting your head on his shoulder. In return, he rested his atop yours. “We’ll only do this together from now on. It was a stupid idea to split up.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. The only thing you could hear was yours and Peter’s breathing, and you listened closely to his. He was breathing. He was okay. “How did your bank robbery go?”

You smiled lightly. “Good. I left them for the police to find him.”

“Good,” he whispered in response. He stayed silent again, and you sighed.

“We’ll figure this out, Pete. We’ll find this guy and take him down,” your heart almost hurt with how much you cared for this boy. He was the closest person you had; you didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if he was no longer by your side every day.

He shook his head from on top of yours. “If he was going to kill me, then he’s going to do the same to you. I don’t-”

“Peter, we’ve been through everything else together. This is no different,” you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. “I’m not letting you do this alone.”

He sighed, tilting his head at you slightly. He slouched even more than he already was, and you frowned. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said so quietly that you barely heard him. You clenched your fists, trying to control your emotions.

“You’ve seen me get hurt a million times before, Peter. And you’re going to have to continue seeing it, because I’m not leaving your side. No matter what you do, I’ll always be here,” your heart was growing warm, and you knew you were too close to saying what you’d always wanted to.

Peter breathed out shakily from his mouth, eyes locked onto yours. “Thank you,” he said softly. “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

He subtly reached out a hand, resting it gently over yours. You struggled to keep your breathing even as he locked his fingers between yours. You simply nodded in response, unable to form words.

You had a good idea of what it meant to him, because it meant the same amount to you.

It was infinite.

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I think I like this one!! To the person who requested this, I’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly after THE Vulture fight, but it is after one of them?? Please let me know what you guys think of this one!! Requests are open, although I might not get to them for a little while due to school :)

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Spending the night with Tony would include:

pairing: tony x reader

warnings: ptsd but apart from that it’s just fluff. some iron man 3 spoilers

a/n: idk guys im just still salty about pepper 

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Maybe, Just Maybe - Tony Stark (Iron Man/Avengers)

Pairing: Tony x Female!Reader

Requested by: @melizzzabeth

Request:  Hey girly can you write a reader and tony story. Where they are soul mates but she’s with Steve. So she is confused about her feelings because she doesn’t know that tony is her soulmate. Yet tony knows but doesn’t say Bc she’s with Steve. Happy ending for reader and tony. Sorry steve. Thank you

Warnings: None?

A/N: I hope you like it, darling^^ ENJOY! 

Originally posted by bobbedrake

*gif not mine*

«Cap making you wait again?» Your head shot up from your book as you heard the familiar voice of Tony Stark.

 You had been sitting in the common room, yet again waiting for your boyfriend to finish up work for the day, or as it actually was; training. You always seemed to end up here, waiting. 

And as always Tony would come keep you company. He would always make time go by incredibly quickly, and those small traitorous butterflies would always erupt in your stomach as you sat there with him. 

 A blush would creep up on your cheeks whenever he would say something endearing, and by the time Steve would show up, you would feel guilty about all these feelings running around in your body. 

Feelings which should be directed towards Steve. 

 «Late as always.» You sighed, Tony taking his place beside you, the mug he had had in his hand he placed down beside you. «Your favorite warm beverage, just how you like it.» He smiled proudly before he let his interest fall on the book in your hand. 

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Tony: Hey.
Steve: Hey.
Tony: Did, um… Did Bucky tell you?
[Steve looks at him]
Tony: … Of course he did. You’re friends.
Steve: You okay?
Tony: Yeah. Yes, I am. As you know I have some experience in this area. I’d… I’d like to know if Bucky’s alright.
Steve: He’s doing much better than I did after we broke up.
Tony: Well, I don’t want to be the kind of person who leaves this string of good-hearted guys behind him, you know?
Steve: Tony, WE broke up, you know. You did not dump me. And Bucky is fine. I mean, I gotta tell you - I think you left him in better shape than you found him.
Tony: I don’t know about that. I mean, I’m pretty sure he was born that way.
Steve: Still, he is better for having known you, Tony..
Tony: And how can you be sure?
Steve: Because I’ve been there.