judge stark


would include:

- Peter complaining
- You wondering off
- Peter freaking because he “lost” you  
- Eventually he finds you and never leaves your side
-”hey pete, will this make my boobs pop out better?”
- Him blushing 
- Hand holding 
-”Wonder if Mr.Stark is upgrading my suit?”
- him apologizing… a lot for little things
- You eventually give up on finding Christmas presents
- “finally. I thought we weren’t going to leave… kidding”
- come back to Aunt May baking (burning) cookies for you two 


what i understood from the trailer was that steve/tony are gonna fight over whose bff is cooler. civil war: “my james beats your james” 


-Anon request (why does everyone request in anon ;P)

It had started when they played the bloody clip on the News, again.

You entered the Avenger’s Tower, introduced by Fury, “Avengers! I want you to meet, Y/N, she’s going to be working with you from now on.”

Everyone had been lovely, greeting you with warm handshakes and friendly smiles and you couldn’t wait to start working as part of the Avengers.

But then the TV, that was playing in the background, suddenly announced something about the Hulk. Banner frowned and turned to watch it, as did the rest of you. The clip of when the doctor had been under Wanda’s control and had destroyed almost an entire city was playing with a reporter in the background documenting the costs in damages and people injured.

Bruce swallowed thickly, eyeing the little television with a glare to rival any other.

“Banner…” Steve started to say before he was cut off.

“Shut up,” the doctor snapped.

“Bruce, it’s OK,” Natasha tried, “It wasn’t you, alright? You weren’t thinking right.”

“No!” he shouted, turning to face her. “I wasn’t thinking right, because I’m dangerous! I let one thought get into my head and look at the destruction I caused!” He waved a hand wildly at the television screen.

One of the desk workers had the sense to switch the TV off at that point, but it was already too late apparently.

The man before you clutched at the sides of his head and growled, bending double and trying to inhale deep enough to calm down.

Though it wasn’t working.

Looking at the people around you, they were all just staring helplessly as the doctor lost his careful control. Behind you, Fury was already clearing everyone out of the room as green anger flooded into Banner’s irises.

“Get out,” he gasped to you as he fell to his knees, a pained groan on his lips as his shirt sleeves started to split.

Narrowing your eyes in determination, you ignored him and dove forwards, kneeling before him and taking his hands in yours. “Banner, I want you to look at me,” you told him in a firm voice.

He shook his head and moaned as his muscles stretched.

Grabbing his chin, you thrust it upwards so that you could look into his eyes. “I said look at me, Bruce,” you said, his brow furrowing at your calm but authoritive persona. “This guy you turn into, he’s still you. I’ve read everything about each and every one of you and I’ve studied the formula in your veins. It may access a different part of your mind but the man inside is still you and you can control him.”

Green eyes searched your face with a sorrowful look.

“I cant…” he whispered.

“Yes,” you reaffirmed. “You can. Now calm down.”

Together you drew in steady deep breaths until the green rippled out of his irises and you were looking back at the doctor.

A wide grin spread across your lips and you nodded towards the television screen; Banner turned his head and examined his reflection. “I-I,” he stammered in shock, getting to his feet clumsily and twisting this way and that to inspect his reflection from every possible angle. “I’m me.”

He turned back to you with a look of wonder and awe. “I’m me,” he repeated, his voice disbelieving.

“You always were,” you told him, smiling and standing up too.

A voice came from behind you. “What the-?” It was Tony, obviously. “He can control it now? Seriously?” He threw his hands up in defeat and slumped out of the room, followed by your hushed laughter.

Why you shouldn’t be so quick to judge Tony Stark...

I’ve seen a lot of this on the Internet… talk about how Tony Stark has no right to assume Steve Rogers is his “friend” in the Civil War trailer, given how badly they’ve treated each other over the years and how - let’s be honest - downright abysmally Tony has treated Steve. But before we rush into “HE’S A VILLAIN!” and coo over the snuggly-wuggly scenes between Bucky and Steve and talk about how much we hope they’ll kick Tony’s ass back and forth like a titanium football… let’s actually take a moment to break Tony down and figure out why he is so dead set on arresting - or even murdering - the Winter Soldier.

Tony Stark is still suffering from, in some form or another, narcissism, PTSD, and a whole host of other diagnoses we can only really try to pin on him as “fanon”. Given the way he treats people and how he acts, I would assume he never had close relationships with anyone as a child (especially considering he had no siblings and his parents likely didn’t pay him much attention, given that Maria was a socialite and Howard was distracted with 50,000 other things, and Tony even draws attention to this in Iron Man 2), which explains why his adult socialization consists of networking at events and galas (trust me, not as much fun as one would think), screwing random women he has no emotional attachment to whatsoever, and hanging out for hours upon hours in his lab with only Dumm-E (his first robot, whom he treats like shit as a way of showing his affection) and JARVIS, who has basically been programmed to pick up after him and assist him with the things he’s literally too insane/genius to remember (again, we could look into diagnosing him with other disorders following his symptoms, such as Asperger’s or ODD or even possible childhood abuse and other things that would interfere with his social relationships, understandings, and how he interprets everything around him, but let’s just leave it with what Marvel has given us canonically in the MCU). Even his relationships with Pepper and Rhodey are volatile as all hell.
He’s self-sabotaging in every single way, an angry selfish self-abusive man with alcoholic tendencies and no idea how to connect to people on a more warm, soulful, intimate level. He doesn’t understand what “friendship” is. And so, on the outside, he may appear to be snarking at Cap’ whenever he gets the chance, but that’s simply how he thinks you’re supposed to treat your friends. And everyone just accepts that that’s Tony - he’s a little broken, or a lot broken, but he’s trying. And it’s the effort that they all seem to appreciate. 

So let’s talk about Cap and Tony. Tony had to grow up listening to his father talking about his amazing, incredible man that he had known - that he had helped to create - who was not only strong and powerful and skilled enough to change the face of the war when hardly anyone assumed he could do it, but who had this incredible sense of judgement, of wrong versus right. Someone who believed in freedom, justice, and atonement for one’s atrocities. So now not only was Tony brought up in the shadow of a man who had reinvented and resculpted the way technology worked in the modern era - huge shoes to fill with his own business, intelligence, and engineering skills - but he’s also having to constantly live up to this revolutionary, incredible, wonderful person whom his father just couldn’t let go of (mention in the first Avengers movie, Tony bitterly comments on how his father “could never stop talking about him”). Who knows how long he hunted for the Valkyrie? He could’ve still been talking about finding him when Tony was a child, even if on the back-burner, and one can only imagine how much a young Tony with paranoid narcissism would be terrified of being replaced by this “god” his father was obsessed with. 
Then he meets this god, and immediately the hackles are up. He’s offended - why the hell didn’t SHIELD call him about what they were doing? And then, while he’s already feeling pretty raw, he meets this man who strolls in all justice and fairness and following orders (the last of which is the exact opposite of how his own mentality works). And it’s the man his father talked about for years, obsessed over, and so he’s immediately feeling attacked and vulnerable, and very very defensive. Over the movie, the two of them learn to work together, even if they don’t always see eye to eye.
In Ultron, Tony is quick to remind Maria Hill that Cap is in charge, even though he does pay for everything - he doesn’t stick around to find out what she wants, he’s quite happy to let Cap handle what Cap has to handle. And when Cap has a plan or gives orders on the battlefield, Tony doesn’t fight him - he knows who the leader is, and he does his job as a passive-aggressive piece of shit, but the respect is there, even if at times he lets his bitterness and rage and jealousy from childhood come out. It’s hard to be the bad boy or the antihero, struggling inside a web of torture and pain and self-hate and confusion in your own head, when someone else seems to have themselves together so easy. A lot of people take Tony’s narcissism and general dickish nature as him being an overbearing asshole - which he is, but that covers up a whole hoard of issues and insecurities that he just can’t face, especially not now, after everything that has happened. He has to be a rock, he has to be strong. And the more he feels his rage grow, the more he lashes out.
It’s been years between Avengers and Ultron. Who knows what Cap and Tony have been through in that time, raiding bases together, fighting alongside each other, trying to make sure the other doesn’t get killed. Thor tells Cap, “You and Stark secure the sceptre” - we all know how much Thor wants that sceptre back on Asgard, would he really trust a volatile concoction of two team mates he knows aren’t friends to bring it back? No, he knows that Stark and Rogers respect each other enough to get the job done, no matter what. That speaks volumes for how much their relationship must’ve grown over those years as they’ve learned to trust each other and fight together; even if there is a lot of tension still between them, as we see during some parts of Ultron (this is probably brought about by how tense Tony is about the whole “I’m the guy who killed the Avengers” thing), I imagine that the two of them actually function quite well together despite their differences, and have probably had some close-to-friendship moments in the quite wake of battle when they two of them have been feeling both vulnerable and victorious.
So are Tony and Cap friends? We don’t really have enough information to say otherwise. We only get these glimpses through the two-to-three hours Marvel allows itself for its movies, so all we can really do is go by the comic books, in which they’ve even been said to be FWB by the writers. I’m confident enough based on psycho-analysing the two of them through their movies that they were friends, even if their friendship could never extend to what Tony/Bruce or Steve/Bucky’s are.
[Bonus points: It may just be because Steve was the closest to him physically, but let’s just remember who it was instinctually Tony rushed to first when he saw them all laid out dead on the ground in front of him in the Scarlet Witch’s fantasy ;) This could be a huge indicator of how much a) Tony fears for Steve’s life, or b) Tony looks to Steve to lead them and take control of a situation that seems hopeless.]

A lot of people are throwing Ultron back in Tony’s face as a reason he’s a giant hypocrite. While we all like to laugh at the fact that he “created a murder-bot”, let’s take a few moments to actually remember why he did it.
PTSD is one of those things that never really goes away, you just learn coping mechanisms - while Tony may have proven (in Iron Man 3) that he isn’t reliant entirely on his suits, and got over some of his PTSD, a huge amount of it still exists. And as he realizes that he has a world to protect, as we’ve all seen, he is driven mad by a fantasy Scarlet Witch puts in his head, and tries to build something so that people won’t have to risk their lives, so that his friends won’t have to fight. “Isn’t that why we fight - so we can end the fight?” Whereas Steve seems to subconsciously be okay with total war all around him, Tony has had enough - his whole life has been about death and destruction, and he’s finally feeling years of guilt and regret. He doesn’t want to fight anymore, he doesn’t want to lose anyone else - he just wants it to end. 

The first person to hugely betray Tony was Obidiah Stane, who attempted to kill him (let’s remember this was back when he wasn’t used to flying all over the world as a superhero yet) and steal his company, and whom he found out had not only been selling his weapons to Islamic extremists and Ten Rings behind his back, but also arranged for his kidnapping and execution. Obi had been someone Tony was close to in the same was he was close with Pepper or Rhodey - he trusted him because he had to, because Obi ran the things he couldn’t due to his own mental instability. Obidiah was his father’s friend and trusted comrade, and he attempted to murder him in cold blood, several times.
JARVIS has been a part of Tony’s life for so many years now. When Tony is there, in the air, and his suit is failing and falling apart and he’s on the edge of death, JARVIS is the one voice he hears - always calm, always logical, always ever so slightly sarcastic. But now, JARVIS is gone. I don’t think Tony was thinking properly when he wanted to input JARVIS into the body Ultron had been building - he was terrified, and he wanted to do everything he could to help. He probably didn’t even realize he would be losing his best friend in the process, a best friend he thought was dead for days until he discovered him again. Now that friend is gone, it’s been months, and he’s probably missing JARVIS like a dead sibling. Vision made it very clear that he wasn’t JARVIS, nor was he Ultron - he’s a new creation, and probably isn’t exactly bonding with Tony considering he’s at the warehouse training for the Avengers with everyone (based on what we see at the end of Ultron).
And last, but very much not least, is the one person Tony actually connected with on some real sort of level - the man he genuinely believed understood him, the man who promised he’d have his back and whose back he also had. The man he actually smiled around, opened up for, invited back to his lab for playtime - these aren’t things Tony Stark does lightly, but when he first met Bruce Banner, there was something magical there which is why so many people ship them across the Internet - Bruce Banner had managed to touch a chord somewhere within Tony that I don’t think anyone - not even Tony himself - knew existed. Real friendship, genuine friendship, the type one would die for. Who catches Iron Man when he plummets from the sky and ultimately wakes him up at the end of Avengers? And who is the one who, for the first time ever, doesn’t treat Bruce like an explosive monster set on a hair trigger? Tony actually respects the man enough to help him build a suit to make him feel safe - has he ever done anything nice for anyone else? And I mean, not just nice, but thoughtful - he’s tried several times with Pepper, but with Bruce he instinctually knew what he wanted and needed to feel safe. If there was ever to be a Bucky to Tony’s Cap, it would be Bruce Banner.
And where is Bruce now? As far as we know, he’s still missing. Chances are, he hasn’t contacted anyone, including Natasha and Tony, and is trying to figure his life out. Tony had the best of friends, someone he actually connected with and who probably gave him some sort of purpose in life other than his suits. And now, he’s gone. He was violently ripped away from him in the heat of battle, when he didn’t have a chance to say goodbye or even realize he was gone until it was too late. The void Bruce left in Tony’s heart when he vanished must be astronomical, and on top of an already bruised, broken, betrayed man, this isn’t a good thing for his mental stability.

In CA2:TWS, Steve and Natasha talk over some of the murders and assassinations that the Winter Soldier has been behind whilst he has been under the control of HYDRA. We see a cut out from a newspaper article about Howard and Maria Stark’s car accident. Howard Stark was on the forefront of technology at the time he was murdered, and had helped to found/fund SHIELD - he was targeted by HYDRA, assassinated by the Winter Soldier, and it was all covered up as a car accident. 
Imagine now if Tony were to find out that Bucky killed his father. Tony and his father were never close, but we have no idea what happened in that relationship… Maybe things were finally getting better now that Tony was a young adult and he and his father could work the company together. Maybe he finally had the relationship with his father that he had always wanted and craved as a child, or was working toward it at least. Maybe there was some light there, and he was finally in a place where he felt happier. And then his father and mother were killed, he and Obi inherited the company, and the last family he had was gone. And when you imagine it, imagine it on two different levels…
Firstly, it’s a huge betrayal to him. This is a man he has fought beside, and now he is refusing to at least hand the man who killed his family over to be tried and investigated - he’s harbouring a fugitive who has committed many murders, including Tony’s own parents.
Secondly, it’s a huge betrayal to his father, who was betrayed by a former friend, Obidiah Stane. Captain America… this is the person Howard Stark rambled for hours about, dedicated his life to, and was absolutely obsessed with. He called him a hero and a saviour. And now, that same very man he once cherished is refusing to bring his assassinator to justice. In fact, he’s violently defending him so that he doesn’t have to “atone for his crimes” (remember - narcissism and other mental disorders; in Tony’s mind he doesn’t understand and can’t empathize with other people’s friendships and reasoning, he only has his own to go on). Captain America, the soldier of ultimate justice, is refusing to hand over the man who murdered Tony’s parents in cold blood - that is ALL he can see in his head at this point, and he feels betrayed by not only his friend, but his leader.

Tony is dealing with so much loss and betrayal after Avengers 2, on top of everything he attempted to do and what nearly happened to the world, and one can only imagine where his mental state is at. The movies have slowly been unravelling his sanity - we saw it peak in Iron Man 3, and even in Avengers 2, and now he’s continuing to completely invert everything inwardly onto how it affects him (because narcissism). So when we look at his life at the end of the second Avengers movie, let’s see where he’s at: he wants to focus on his life and his company, he wants to focus on his relationship with Pepper (which may be suffering - remember how he commented that she “wasn’t available” for their party, not even enough to make an entrance or to congratulate him - while we can obviously attribute that to not wanting to pay Gwyneth Paltrow for her cameo, we could also wonder if things are maybe not so great with the two of them, especially after Ultron), and he wants to withdraw from everything that has been going crazy around him. I think at that point, he’s realized he’s slowly losing the plot and he needs to bring himself back down to earth. He has become aware that two of his closest friends are gone - one he will likely never get back, and the other, well… he thought their friendship was enough for Bruce to want to come home to it. He doesn’t even think about what Bruce must be going through - he’s physically and mentally incapable due to his own mental disorders. He just feels betrayed and abandoned… and very much alone. 

Why is Tony so upset that Steve has chosen Bucky over him? Why is he fighting so hard to bring Bucky to justice? Other than the obvious conclusion here, which is that I have too much time to myself as I sit and wait for my bath to fill up…
Tony never stood a chance in life. Tony has been bent, bruised, and broken so many times (much like these other superheroes he’s fighting alongside), only he has a whole host of mental disorders that make it difficult for him to cope with everyday relationships and occurrences that other people would be able to handle. Over time he’s been betrayed by and lost some of the people he has allowed himself to actually grow close to - for a broken man who already has impulse control issues to see someone fighting so hard to defend someone, when he feels left alone and abandoned, it might leave his narcissistic mind wondering why he doesn’t deserve the same amount of love, loyalty, or friendship from other people in his life… why he isn’t worth it. 
Tony Stark is not a bratty, whiney asshole who believes he deserves Steve’s friendship despite treating him like shit. Tony Stark is a mentally unwell, self-abusive, unsocialized, broken man - lonely, lost, and at the very very end of whatever he has left tethering him to his sanity.
So when he sees a man whose respect he had to work hard to earn - and who he had to work hard to respect in turn - betraying him, betraying Howard, and betraying SHIELD for “his own personal reasons”, to a point where it looks like someone on Team Stark may be laying dead in his friend’s arms… it really isn’t that difficult to understand why those tiny, broken, whispered three words are so unbelievably heart-wrenching for anyone who can empathize with what Tony Stark is going through.

“So was I.”

Her First Footsteps

Jon dripped the melted wax onto the dry parchment and pressed one of the roses that he had picked from the castle godswood before backing up and looking at his work. A wide piece of parchment bordered by rose petals, orange autumn leaves, and flowers waxed to the sides. In the middle of the page, a rough sketch was drawn by the stumbling hand of a six year old. A tall boy with curly hair and a baby wrapped in a blanket, a hand peeking out to join the elder boy’s, arrows pointed out of the figures stating ‘Jon’ and 'Aya’ and bellow the sketch in wide and yet shaky letters were written ‘I lov you’.

Jon was very proud of himself. He had even drawn little hearts and stars all over the page in different colored inks- he had asked father to borrow them from Measter Luwin as he still was too much frightened by the strange elder man. He knew his baby sister liked colors. Especially bright different ones like blue and green and purple. He also knew she liked flowers. She liked stars in the night sky that she could see through her crib and out the open window. And she liked crème pies as well, and lemons though she made strange faces when she sucked at them which made father laugh, she liked smashing blueberries and covering her face with them, and she loved taking baths, especially the splashing part. He knew everything about her.

It wasn’t her name day or anything. That didn’t come for months. But he made her a present anyway. Because he loved her. Father often bought him presents just because he loved him. Father had said that he did so so Jon could always remember that Father loved him. He wanted his sister to remember he loved her as well. He had been working on it for weeks, making sure it was pretty enough that she would like it. That she liked it much better than the present Robb had gotten her.

A few weeks ago, Lady Catelyn and Septa Mordane had taken Robb, and Theon and him and even little Sansa to Winter Town to get new cloths and boots and coats as well. They took them every other month, though Jon didn’t know why. He had a lot of coats and cloths that were nice and cozy and he had still to wear his funny big red boots Lady Catelyn had allowed him to buy alongside Robb on their last visit. But he liked going to Winter Town. It was loud and noisy and had so many people, and they get to ride in the big carriage and look out the window at the tiny shops. And afterwards, they got to eat fire-roasted corn and warm almond milk with honey.

That day had been warmer than usual, and the mist that usually hung above the crooked Winter Town streets had faded away during the night. The usually frozen water fountain, that stood tall in the town center, had defrosted and glittering waters sprinkled out of it into the pool bellow in short bursts. Lady Catelyn had said it was because the fountain had been frozen for such a long time, it had grown rusty. They had all been sitting by the fountain side, him and Robb and Theon while Lady Catelyn, Sansa, and all her handmaidens stood a few feet away, by a bench and where the carriage stood, going through all the items they had bought.

Theon had told them that down in the Iron Islands, there were a lot of fountains like these all over the place, tall and ancient, of ironborn heroes of old, ships, krakens, sea monsters, and the drowned god and storm god engaging in battle. And how his own mother had once told him that if you make a wish and thrown a coin over your shoulder into the fountain, than your wish would come true. Jon didn’t really believe that. He was older now. Six years old, almost seven, he knew fountains didn’t make wishes come true, stars did, or the old gods of godswood; father had said so but Robb thought it will be fun anyway. So Lady Catelyn had given each three of them a handful of coins, and they had spent the next few hours making a game out of it. You had to stand three feet away from the fountain and throw the coin into the fountain. If you made it, the other two had to give you two extra coins so you get two extra wishes and if you didn’t, you had to give a coin to each of them.

Half-way through their game, while they were counting how many coins they had gotten into the fountain in total, Robb had gasped beside him. Jon stared at him confused as he clambered up and ran to Lady Catelyn. Both he and Theon look after him as he tugged at his mother’s dress. ‘Mother,’ Robb said. ‘We forgot to buy something for the baby.’

Lady Catelyn smiled. ‘I bought her clothes already, dear. She doesn’t need more yet.’

‘But wont she be upset, mother? We didn’t even bring her with us. Shouldn’t we at least get her something, like a present?’

‘I am sure she won’t mind not coming. She doesn’t like noisy places, and she is too small to be outside for too long.’

‘I want to get her something anyway.’ Robb argued. Lady Catelyn ruffled his hair. She never ruffled Jon’s hair. Jon wished she did. He loved it when father did it before putting him to sleep and kissing him goodnight.

‘Of course.’ She kissed Robb’s forehead before opening her pouch and handing him a few coins. ‘Go get her anything you like.’

Robb smiled and ran to some shop nearby, with two of Lady Catelyn handmaiden’s following close behind. He had stared at Lady Catelyn after Robb had skipped off and Lady Catelyn had glanced back at him for a moment before turning away. He wished he had thought of that, getting the baby a present. He knew if he went up to Lady Catelyn right now and asked permission to buy the baby a present as well, she would have given him the money without question. But he didn’t. He didn’t like the way she looked at him sometimes. It wasn’t in a mean way, not really, not like how the Septa would sometimes look at him. She would always just stare at him for a moment too long, her gaze hard and cold, and slightly confused before turning her gaze away.

Robb had gotten her a rattle. It was wooden, and round with flowers painted all over it, and there was a bow and flowers carved delicately in the handle. Arya had loved when they gone back to the castle and Robb had given it to her. She had gurgled at it as Robb had placed it beside her, inside her crib. She had stared at for a moment, making noises and poking her tongue out before grabbing the rattle into her little baby fist.  She didn’t it let go for days afterward. She rang it when she fed, and when she took her bath, she rang it awake, and sometimes even in her sleep. Until a few days ago, that is.

She had been in her crib with Lady Catelyn cooing at her from above, holding her rattle and swinging it around like a knight with a sword. She had been holding it above her when her grip had loosened and the rattle landed straight at her head. Jon remembered him and Robb and Lady Catelyn waiting for a moment as she stopped gurgling for a moment, shocked into silence, before her eyes teared up and for the next hour or so, all he could hear was her loud screeches as Lady Catelyn walked her around her room in her arms, trying to calm her down. She hadn’t stopped crying until Father had to be called, and she had fallen asleep in his arms. She never touched the rattle again.

Jon thought it will be nice if she got a new present, a nicer one that didn’t hurt. He could ask Lady Catelyn to hang it on the wall of her room so she could always see as she lay in her crib. Than she would knew he loved her best, and she would love him too, like how father did.

Jon quickly blew off the burner under the jar of candle wax and put his ink and quills aside. He blew away the extra rose petals and crumbled leaves off the chart and quickly ran out of his room, his present clutched tight in his hand. He knew she won’t be in her nursery. Lady Catelyn usually took her to the Small Hall at this time in the afternoon, so she could play with Father and little Sansa while they had afternoon tea. He quickly ran down the grand stair case and past the hallway on the left and turned at the second right hallway that leads straight to the Small Hall.

As he neared the door, he slowed down and suddenly stopped a few feet away from the doors. He grew nervous. He held the paper in front of him, uncertain now. It wasn’t really nice. Not as nice as the rattle anyway. Part of the parchment where he had held tightly was crumbled a bit, and now that he looked at it, the drawing was pretty stupid. The blanket he had drawn her in made her look like she was an egg and the hands he had drawn looked more like claws than hands. Maybe they would frighten her too much, and she would start crying like she did with the rattle.

Past the door, he could hear Fathers deep throat laughter and Arya’s gurgling and loud squeaking noises she had learned to make whenever she got excited. Jon hid the paper behind his back and peeked through the ajar door. Arya was placed in Lady Catelyn lap and Father was standing above her, holding Arya by the arms, trying to get her to stand up but Arya only squeaked loudly and planted herself down harder into Lady Catelyn’s lap. Sansa was beside them dressed in her night gown and her hair in pigtails with her dolly clutched in her hand, jumping up and down and cheering Arya on.

Jon nudged himself closer to the door, eager to watch. Father tried to lift her to her feet but every single time he did it, she dropped to a crawl and cuddled back into Lady Catelyn’s lap, making her laugh. Father kept trying anyway, cooing at her to stand up. The third time, she stood for a whole ten seconds before dropping herself again, and crawling away.

Jon grinned, excited and poked his head through the opening. Nobody noticed, with everyone’s eyes fixed on Arya as she shrieked and cuddled away into her mothers dress, away from father’s outreaching arms. Arya shook her head, her soft baby curls whipping in the air, and wrung out her hands that she had fixed into fists as father tried to grab them. Father laughed again. ‘Come on, sweet girl. Come to father. Come on.’

Arya shook her head and gurgled, yapping her mouth as if she was having an actual argument with father. Jon had by now stepped through the door and stood beside it, paper still clutched in his hand, half-forgotten. Father was nodding to Arya, playing along as if he understood a word she was saying.

Jon giggled and sat down on the floor by the door. Father grabbed Arya by the fist and pulled so she would stand up. He than pulled her forward, trying to make her move her feet. She did it this time, moving one foot over the other, trembling and clumsy but determined. Sansa cheered and clapped her hands.  

Father slid back, trying to distance himself so she would walk a little more. He still held her by the hand, helping her move along, slowly and gently toward him. At the last two steps, she dived forward and into his arms, shrieking once more. Father gave out another laugh and hugged her close. ‘Well done. Aren’t you a smart little girl?’

Father placed Arya back into her mother’s arms. Jon crawled forward to get a better view. Father got back into place, a few feet away and got her to stand up. She stood eagerly this time, clutching her tiny little fingers around father’s own large ones. Father moved a bit farther away still, pulling her forward towards him. Every time she got closer, he moved a bit farther away, willing her to walk almost across the whole room. Halfway through the third time when he shifted back, she caught on to his tricks and planted herself down and gurgled, slapping her hands on to the carpeted floor.  Father groaned. ‘Come on, Arya. You have almost done it. Get up now. Go on.’

Lady Catelyn joined him on in the cooing but Arya had made up her mind. She slapped her hands to the floor and began to crawl away. Just then, she caught sight of Jon, and began to crawl towards him. Jon laid down his drawing beside him, and opened up his arms towards her. Father turned around, and smiled at him. Lady Catelyn’s laughter had quickly faded away and was replaced with a weak smile.

Father got up from the floor, and dusted of his pants, giving up on trying to make Arya walk anymore today. Arya crawled forward quickly, and just then, tried to stumbled up clumsily onto her feet. She fell down and landed on her behind. Jon was worried she would start crying but she only tried to get up, slowly now, reaching out with her arms.

Father gave a chuckled gasped and moved quickly behind her in case she fell down again. Arya stood for a moment, tried to find some balance on her trembling feet. Then she moved one leg forward, Jon looking on excitedly, and then another. Father cheered and said. ‘Quick Jon, crawl up a bit closer. Go on.’

Jon did eagerly what father asked, giggling and still reaching out his arms towards Arya. ‘Come here, Arya. Come to Jon, come on.’

Arya than placed another foot in front of the other, and than another. Father kept pace with her baby steps. Sansa quickly raced towards them, eager to look and clap her hands in excitement. Arya moved forward slowly and slowly, one foot after another. On one step, she trembled slightly, and Jon thought she would fall down but she kept moving forward. Before he knew it, she got to him and dived into his arms, her tiny arms clutched around his neck. Jon laughed and hugged her close.

Father laughed and picked Arya from his arms, planted a kiss on her nose before handing her back to him. ‘Her first steps, at 8 months. This one is a quick learner. ‘He said turning to Lady Catelyn, who still stood in her spot. Sansa was hugging her father’s leg, begging to be kissed as well.

Jon turned back to Arya in his arms, and hugged her close. He kissed her chubby cheeks as she grabbed at his curls, and turned behind to pick up the drawing he had left on the floor. He placed her in his lap and showed it to her. ‘Do you like it, Arya?’ He said, looking at her. She turned toward him, looking up at him, with dark grey eyes, just like Father’s, just like his.

Saliva dripped down her chin, as she poked out her tongue. She patted her hand against his cheek and grabbed his hair in her fist and than placed it in her mouth. Jon giggled and kissed her once more. ‘That’s me.’ He said, pointing to the tall figure with his brown curly hair and big red boots and then he pointed towards the baby he had drawn. ‘And that’s you. See.’

She slapped her hands on to the drawing, eager to touch it and the bright flowers that were stacked on it. Father kneeled beside him, and pulled Arya into his arms. He pointed to the drawing. ‘Now, what’s that?’

Jon pushed it towards him eagerly. ‘It’s a drawing. I made it for Arya, as a present. Do you like it?’

Father picked up the drawing and held it before him, his eyes serious as he glanced over it. He nodded. ‘This is fine work. A good present for a little sister.’ He smiled towards Jon.

Jon grinned. ‘I made it so we could hang it her room, so she could look at it all the time, when she is in her crib. Do you think we could? Hang it on her wall, I mean.’

Father nodded. ‘I think we could. What do you think, Cat?’ He turned toward Lady Catelyn. Jon looked as well. Her smile had completely faded away and she only gave a nod to father.

‘I will ask Measter Luwin to have it framed.’

Jon smiled widely. ‘Thank you, my lady.’

Lady Catelyn gave him a weak smile, though her eyes were cold as usual. ‘Of course.’ She picked up Arya from father’s arms. ‘The baby must be tired. That’s a lot of exercise for a day. I better put her to sleep.’

She walked out of the room, Sansa trailing beside her, dragging her dolly at her feet. She had forgotten his drawing behind. His father glanced at it, than at the place where Lady Catelyn had stood. He than picked up the drawing and got up, pulling Jon up to his feet.

Father ruffled his hair. A strange smile was on his face, sorry and sad. ‘Come on, we better go give it to Measter Luwin so he can have it framed. I don’t think Arya would be able to go to sleep tonight without it.’

Jon nodded, and walked beside his father. He knew Lady Catelyn wasn’t happy. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. It sort of made him sad, he supposed. It would have been nice if she had been happy and ruffled his hair and kissed him like she did with Robb. But it was alright. He had father. And besides, Arya had liked his present, and in return he had gotten the best present in return. Something Robb won’t be able to have. Something that was just for him. His sister’s first footsteps.


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