judgemental tony

Infinity War Predictions:

  • one of the guardians makes some kind of condescending remark re: tony’s tech vs their level of advanced alien tech
  • someone is like “okay well if you’ve known about this since 2012 why haven’t you done anything to prepare for this major threat” 
    • bonus points: an avenger is like “okay well if you’ve known about this since 2012 why haven’t you done anything to prepare for this major threat”. tony literally bursts into flames on the spot out of sheer frustration
  • absolutely nothing up to this point has been the avengers’ fault
    • it Extra Super Duper hasn’t been wanda’s fault 
    • If by some miracle it has been the avengers’ fault, someone (steve? steve) makes pointed judgemental eye-contact with tony to show that he personally blames exclusively him for this thing
  • someone rolls their eyes while tony is making a serious and valid point relating to his own traumatic experiences
    • bonus points: it’s about new york
    • extra bonus points: no one but tony seems to actually remember what happened in new york
  • someone chokes tony (because this has happened in most if not all of the other movies he has been in and is apparently mandatory at this point)
  • someone makes a comment about how tony knowingly sold weapons to terrorists because even the writers haven’t seen IM1 
  • no one puts any faith in tony’s ability to help save the world while simultaneously fully expecting him to singlehandedly fix all of their problems and also save the world while simultaneously judging him for having not yet planned out how to save the world while simultaneously not acknowledging that they have been shooting him down every time he has suggested that they plan out how to save the world while simultaneousl
Dear Anti Tony Stark Community,

yes, in am well aware that Tony Stark is fictional, as do I understand why it may be difficult to understand a character you may not be able to relate to. However, I don’t think many of you realize the message you’re sending to fellow Marvel fans, and people and general with mental illnesses. By not supporting and validating his manifestations of mental illness, you harm an already taboo and shunned community of people who’s symptoms, like Tony’s, can be destructive and scary.  I 100% empathize with Team Cap. Bucky has been through unimaginable pain and deserves to be protected and supported, as do most of the others. Bucky is seen as a martyr. His pain, his suffering, his mental illness is “pure” and “beautiful”. He is on a pedestal. His issues are handled in an idealized fashion.  As someone who is has symptoms in both categories, I’m not saying Bucky isn’t valid, he very much is, HOWEVER, don’t you dare tell me that Tony Stark is not valid in his pain as well. All of the demonized traits and actions of the man you hate so much stem directly from his own issues. From the beginning of his life, he was a victim of verbal, emotional, and (if the comics are being followed in MCU) physical.  That alone fucks shit up in a person.  Over the course of his life, he’s been taken advantage of by “friends” and romantic partners, betrayed by his only father figure (Obadiah) and best friend (Rhodey in IM2), degraded and demonized by the media and press, kidnapped by terrorists, tortured repeatedly (as a civilian, nonetheless), suffered (misplaced) guilt and over illegal weapons dealing he had no part in and dedicates his life to making right, had a near death experience with the arc reactor, experienced severe PTSD after flying a nuke into a wormhole to save the world, had his mind manipulated by Wanda to take advantage of his love for his teammates and need to protect the world, been physically and mentally abused by said teammates/friends (Natasha in IM2, after he trusts her, Thor in AoU, Team Cap in CW), found out his parents were murdered after having it kept from him by a trusted friend, left by the woman he loves, and other more minor things as well (feel free to add to that list yourself).  

Tony Stark’s mental illness is different than the rest of the MCU characters because it is not beautiful.  He is depressed, paranoid, traumatized, and isolated.  I’m not saying he is guiltless, far from it.  He made bad choices.  He has been selfish, ignorant, volatile, confrontational, defensive, and irresponsible.  But that doesn’t discount his suffering.  Drawing on my own experiences and research, he has classic PTSD and anxiety (panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares, paranoia), severe symptoms of depression (isolation, self deprecation, alcohol abuse, suicidal tendencies, guilt, hopelessness), and a possible bipolar or personality disorder (manic energy/hyperactivity, impulsiveness, restlessness, anger).  His creation of Ultron (and other post-Afghanistan behavior) was, in my opinion, the culmination of severe, UNTREATED mental illness and trauma.  There is no evidence in any canon of him receiving counseling, medication or support for his issues, nor are they treated with the consideration, care, or sympathy of the others.  Instead, he becomes the villain.  

The point I’m trying to make is that alienating and abusing those with destructive manifestations of mental illness is not only wrong, it’s harmful to the individual, as well as society.  Mental illness is not pretty or easily sympathized with.  It can be screaming and anger and pushing loved ones away.  It can be recklessness and mania and skewed judgement and ugly breakdowns.  Tony and Bucky are different, but in many ways the same.  The only reason that one is adored and the other hated, is the stigma surrounding an honest portrayal of mental illness.  When you call Tony Stark a villain, a selfish bastard and an irresponsible, egotist, all you’re doing is telling the world that you only support those with depression, PTSD, anxiety and other disorders if they fit into a glorified mold of what mental illness is.  What validates one character demonizes another.  When you say those things, you hurt people like me who love Tony because we see ourselves in him.  He’s not unattainable or better than us.  He is relatable.  He is me.  It feels amazing to see someone we admire so much in a flawed way that makes us feel valid and represented in a positive way, not as the villain, but as the hero for once.  Whether you agree with me or not is up to you, but please, PLEASE, at least think about what you’re saying next time you post.  It could be more hurtful than you know.  Remember, pain is relative, and there is no one size fits all for mental illness.  Support people in pain, even if it’s not easy.


( @itstonystarkbitch back me up, fam)

anonymous asked:

I love thinking about tony and his relationship with his bots. Like I always imagine they know he is their creator (dad) and see him as their #1 person. And they do learn and habe at least a basic understanding of human relationships and feelings. And they see rhodey and pepper as I dunno aunt/uncle? Do you think they would consider Peter to be more in line with them or rhodey/pepper? How do they feel about vision? Bruce? The others? Did their opinions change after CW? Is the change obvious?

Somewhere, deep within Dum-E’s and U’s programming, a small file has been created by the program itself. It is regularly updated and regarded of highest importance to their general functionality, their ability to asses situations and subsequent behaviour. It has been re-written, as to be more easily understandable to people like me who can’t code to save their lives, by the ever so helpful JARVIS, and essentially amounts to this:

// Tony Stark
{ subject identification = first;
  added subject identification = creator + commander + father}
{ subject priority = first }
{ objective in relation to first = obey orders;
  added objective in relation to first = protect first’s life + improve quality of        first’s life + ensure first’s health + encourage positive emotional reactions by  first }

// Rhodey Rhodes 
{ subject identification = second;
  added subject identification = second in command + friend + uncle}
{ subject priority = second } 
{ objective in relation to second = obey orders if orders are not in conflict with    objective in relation to first; 
 added objective in relation to second = determine degree of threat towards first  + help second improve quality of first’s  life + help second ensure first’s health  + help second encourage positive  emotional reactions by first } 

// Pepper Potts 
{ subject identification = second_02;
  added subject identification =  business associate + friend + aunt}
{ subject priority = second } 
{ objective in relation to second_02 = obey orders if orders are not in conflict      with objective in relation to first and if orders are not in conflict with objective in  relation to second; 
 added objective in relation to second_02 = determine degree of threat towards  first + help second_02 improve quality of  first’s life + help second_02 ensure  first’s health + help second_02 encourage    positive emotional reactions by  first }

// Peter Parker
{ subject identification = second_03;
 added subject identification =  business associate + employee + intern + inconclusive}
{ subject priority = undetermined }
{ objective in relation to second_03 = obey orders if orders are not in conflict      with objective in relation to first and if orders are not in conflict with objective in  relation to second and if orders are not in conflict with objective in relation to  second_02;
 added objective in relation to second_03 = determine degree of threat towards  first }
{ observation = second_03 engages with self; 
  added observation = more information on activity “catch” needed + more      information on social custom “greeting” needed + more information on social custom “small talk” needed }

In short Dum-E and U are very confused by the way Peter interacts with them (he treats them like Tony treats them, which is a first). They haven’t yet made up their minds. I also suspect Pepper is about to be demoted to fourth_03 (behind Bruce and Vision, but before Natasha, Steve, Clint and Wanda) because causing Tony to show expressions of negative emotions is a sure way to get on their shit list. Which is better than Team Cap because they have been put straight onto the Black List.

Let’s just say it’s a good thing none of them have run into the bots yet…

Tony Padilla | First time (Pt 1)

Requested by anonymous
Tony Padilla X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of smut
Word Count: 1094

Tony and I had been dating for nearly half a year now. It had been the greatest months of my life so far, but I couldn’t help but feel scared now he stayed over more often and kisses became more intimate. I was horrified with what Tony might expect from me later on in our relationship and I had no idea when he wanted to go further than just snogging. I didn’t know how to bring up the subject and I was too scared of his judgement. Not that Tony was one to judge, the completely opposite was the truth, he never judged anyone, but still I was afraid that he would be disappointed with me. ‘Something on your mind, baby?’ I snapped out of my daydream, turning my gaze to the left to face Tony. His eyes were filled with concern as they flickered from the road in front of us to me. ‘No, nothing. Just… Things.’ ‘Things?’ ‘…Things.’ He pursed his lips, turning down the volume of the radio. The only sound that remained was the calming hum of the Mustangs engine. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ I pushed a strand of my (h/c) hair from my face and shook my head. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘You don’t seem fine. Something is bothering you. I want to help, if I can.’ ‘I don’t think you can, Tony.’ ‘May I decide that by myself, please?’ It would’ve been a rude thing to say if it weren’t for his sincere tone, he meant it. I kept my mouth shut, staring out of the window. ‘(Y/n).’ Tony sounded strict. ‘It’s nothing to worry about, T.’ He sighed, turning his car towards a random driveway to turn the car around. ‘What are you doing?’ He kicked in the accelerator, driving the wrong way from where we were going. ‘Tony?’ He was chewing on his lip, ignoring me as he increased the speed of his car. ‘Tony!’ I started to panic, what was his plan? ‘Tony!!’ He didn’t speak, drove the car over some roads I did not know. ‘Are you angry with me now?’ The car drove through a few narrow streets. I swallowed, unsettled by Tony’s dark gaze. After a while, he parked the car. We seemed to be in the middle of a forest, far from the outside world. ‘Come on.’ Tony said, getting out of the Mustang. I did as he said, stepping out of the car and stretching my limbs. ‘Why are we here?’ He reached out for my hand, nodding towards the forest. ‘Come on.’ I hook his hand, his fingers entwining with mine immediately. We walked towards a sandy path, oaks surrounding it. It was just Tony and I now, aside from the birds which were chirping happily in the treetops. ‘It smells very fresh here.’ I said, inhaling the scent of fresh leaves and spruce. ‘It does. I come here often to clear my thoughts. Being in nature gets you more oxygen in your lungs, since trees do that cool thing called photosynthesis.’ He squeezed my hand. ‘Perhaps it helps you as well, with whatever is bothering you.’ ‘Thank you, Tony. I appreciate that.’ We walked on for a good ten minutes in silence, just enjoying each others presence and the warmth of the sun. ‘Shall we sit down here?’ Tony broke the silence. He gestured towards a fallen tree log that was laying next to us. I nodded. ‘Sure thing.’ We sat down, Tony putting an arm around me. ‘If you want to talk about it, go right ahead. If you don’t, then I am completely OK with it.’ I smiled at him as his eyes shimmered in the sunrays that leaked through the leaves. ‘I can’t tell you.’ ‘That’s alright.’ ‘No, it’s not, since it is something between you and me.’ He frowned. ‘You… You are not in love with me anymore?’ I shook my head frantically. ‘That’s not it! I am madly in love with you, Tony! That’s what makes this so difficult for me.’ His hand stroked my back soothingly, playing with my (h/c) locks as I scooted closer. ‘I… We have been in a relationship for six months now.’ He nodded, smiling. ‘Indeed, babygirl. What about it?’ I swallowed, standing up, turning my back towards him. I felt his eyes bore into my neck. ‘(Y/n)?’ ‘I am afraid you will be disappointed with me, that I can’t be what you want me to be.’ He jumped up from the log, taking my hands in his. as my gaze was fixed on the ground. ‘Baby, baby don’t say that! Why would I ever be disappointed with you?! I love you!’ I closed my eyes, shaking my head. ‘I can’t tell you, because you will judge me!’ ‘What is it, (Y/n)? Tell me… I promise I won’t judge you.’ His pupils were dilated as he looked at me with concern, cupping my face in his hands. ‘I… I am so afraid that you want to go further one day in this relationship…’ ‘You mean… Sex?’ I hummed in agreement. ‘If you aren’t comfortable with it, then we won’t do it.’ he said, pecking my lips. ‘No, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean… I… I’ve never…’ ‘…Had sex before?’ I nodded, not daring to look him in the eye. ‘Oh babygirl, is that just it…’ He pulled me into a hug, burying his face in my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, a bit confused. ‘You’re not… mad?’ ‘Why would I be? Oh baby, did this make you afraid? Because you really don’t have to be. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I haven’t ever had sex either.’ I blinked a few times, pulling back from the hug. ‘You, Tony Padilla, are a virgin?’ He smiled and nodded. ‘I didn’t expect that.’ ‘Why not, (Y/n)?’ ‘You’re just so handsome and sweet, you must’ve gotten all the girls drooling over you in the past…’ Tony let out a chuckle. ‘You’re my first real girlfriend ever.’ ‘You’ve never had a girlfriend before me?!’ He shook his head as I looked at him confused. ‘Why?’ ‘No one was a good match for me, but you are.’ I smiled at him, kissing his lips for a second. ‘Now, boyfriend, would you like to explore this thing called… sex together then?’ He took my hand, a large grin on his face. ‘Gladly, girlfriend.’ He started to tug at my arm and I frowned. ‘Where are you going?’ Tony cheekily winked. ‘Want to have your first time in a red Mustang?’ 

3

The party was winding down, and the team are the only people left in the building. The drinks had slowed and everyone is getting tired. Clint starts asking Thor about Mjolnir, and how she works.

“It’s a trick, right?” Clint asks, spinning a drumstick between his fingers.

Thor laughs, the deep baritone rumbling through his chest as you recline against him. You’d felt exhausted up until a minute ago, but now you’re waking up again. You love it whenever the team talk about Mjolnir, as none of them know your secret…

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patron-saint-of-smart-asses  asked:

btw list your top ten headcannons about me and tony stark. why??? i want attention. and fic inspiration

  1. You both have an “unspoken rule” that when life is overwhelming, you can go to each other’s office and just cry without judgement.
  2. Tony teases you about your height but you know he uses high boots.
  3. You leave random drawings on his chair all the time and he secretly puts it in a journal.
  4. Tony has a prototype armor for you in case of an emergency.
  5. Speaking of emergencies, you’re listed as an emergency contact.
  6. Tony fears of allowing you in too much because he never had a real family and he knows you’re the sibling he never had.
  7. Tony secretly packs your fridge with extra food and snacks for the kids.
  8. You cook him some homemade meals and leave them on his desk when he comes back from late night missions.
  9. He chooses to visit your family on Thanksgiving because he’s in the neighborhood and “forgets” to go to the big party he was headed to.
  10. When on a mission, Scarlet Witch allows you to see his nightmare visions, and you go into a depressive spiral for days - and Tony blames himself and it cause a lot of division within the Avengers.

So no one wants to mention how both Tony and Natasha view situations as matters of grey instead of black and white? Or how they struggle with trust but they’re learning how to be a friend and to accept friends? How about the time they both gave Congress similar speeches and told the government to kiss their asses, but signed the Accords partially because they have guilt issues and are trying to make amends?

How about both of them having lost their lovers, and last heard, were searching to get them back? How about them fighting to keep the Avengers together because that’s all they have, and how they lost, or almost lost, everyone close to them by the end of Civil War? How about the time they chose to go against the government when they realized they’ve made a wrong judgement? 

How about Tony getting upset that Natasha let Steve go, but then warns her that they’re coming for her and lets her go? Nobody wants to talk about how both of them let someone they care about escape while wanted by the government?

Avengers AOU (part 2/7)

A/N: Another chapter up yay!! I actually wrote part 1 and 2 beforehand, I have not started on part 3 so there’s that. Sigh. Oh well, I really enjoy writing this so it’s okay. I hope you guys like it as well, I placed the link for the first part below so you can check it out😊 Y’all can also leave your suggestions on what you want to see next!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,344

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Part five//Part six//Part seven


“Are you sure he’s gonna be okay?” Nat asked Dr Cho as she looked at his wound.

You glanced down at Clint before looking at both Helen and Nat, smiling slightly. “Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together.”

“There’s no possibility of deterioration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don’t know they’re bonding with simulacra,” Helen replied Nat’s question, tapping a few buttons on the machine.

“She’s creating tissue,” Bruce explained.

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Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield?

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I hope I did your idea justice and I really hope you enjoy! And thank you to my brother for helping me when I was genuinely stuck on where to go!

If you, like the lovely anon above would like to request a fic, requests are OPEN so please do not be shy!

Title comes from this song- Battlefield-Jordin Sparks -as there were some lyrics that I felt definitely suited this story. Mainly the lines:

- ‘I’m out here without a shield, can’t go back, now’ -Geddit? Shield?

- ‘I never meant to start a war/You know, I never wanna hurt you.’

- ‘I never meant to start a war/Don’t even know what we’re fighting for.’


Request: Please can you write a fanfic based on Civil War? So here is the idea. Reader and Steve are best friends and she dates w/ Tony and she picks his side but also she knows Bucky killed his family but didn’t tell Tony, when Tony finds out they get into a big fight and he fires her from the tower. End is up to you write whatever you want :D

Warnings: Angst between Reader and Tony, they kind of verbally kick each other’s butts here. Potential fluff at the end I don’t know, you’ll have to find out! *insert evil laugh here*

Words: 1,502


When Tony stumbled through the entry of the kitchen you were immediately sweeping him into your arms, tears of relief threatening to spill from your eyes. You were whispering “thank God, oh thank God,” as you held him to you.

When you pulled away to examine his battered face, he was staring back at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite make out.

“Did you know?” he asked, voice emotionless and his eyes were expressionless and dead.

You felt your heart begin to hammer as your throat went dry. Tony removed your hands from his body and repeated, enunciating clearly as though you were stupid.

“Did you know about my parents y/n?”

You swallowed hard, heart dropping into your stomach as you nodded slowly.

The look of shock and hurt that crossed Tony’s face was nothing to the betrayal laced in the tone of his voice.

“And you didn’t think to tell me? You of all people y/n.”

You felt so ashamed of yourself in that moment and a single tear of shame slipped down your cheek before you rubbed it away furiously.

“I was afraid to tell you,” you admitted honestly, voice tiny. “I thought if I told you, you would kill Bucky.”

“Well there’s a novel idea y/n,” he mocked “Who would figure I might have wanted to kill the man who killed my parents.”

“But it wasn’t him,” you pleaded and Tony whirled on you shouting “Don’t!”

When you backed away slightly frightened, he flinched a little but continued “I saw it with my own eyes, it was him.”

You remained silent, staring at your feet before he lowered his tone approaching you slowly, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I was so afraid Tony. I was still hoping you and Steve could work this out. But I knew once you knew about Bucky it could only end with you killing him, or getting yourself killed in the process. Isn’t that why we’re in this mess in the first place, because of people getting killed?”

“I’m sorry, and correct me if I’m wrong, but are we not Avengers, is not our job to ‘avenge’ when innocent people have been hurt, like my parents?”

“There is a difference between avenging and revenge Tony.”

“Oh, is it revenge now to want to want to apprehend those who commit crime, or murder?”

“Absolutely not, if they are responsible for those crimes, but you and I both know Bucky is not responsible for the Winter Soldier’s actions. Just like Clint wasn’t responsible for Loki’s and Bruce isn’t for the Hulk’s.”

“That’s different and you know it!”

“Why? Because they didn’t kill people you were related to? Look, I understand that they were your parents, but you’re letting your personal feelings cloud your rational judgement here.”

Tony huffed incredulously “And your best friend isn’t?”

“Whatever stupid things Steve has done trying to protect Bucky at least he can see that Bucky is an innocent victim in all of this too,” Tony looked like he was about to argue but you cut him off, “Look this all boils down to you and Steve, and we all had to choose a side, even if we didn’t want to, and I was afraid telling you would ruin any chances of ending this peacefully because deep down I knew this is how you would react to finding out!”

“I’m sorry you’ve been so inconvenienced,” he mocked “But then again, how do we know which side you were really on, I mean that’s your thing isn’t it double agenting and switching sides? I mean you did leave with Steve, your ‘best friend.’ Suspicious how you returned here with his secrets and kept them from me, your ‘boyfriend’.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your face. A throwback to your days of being a Hydra agent was the cruellest thing Tony could have thrown at you and he knew it, and to make it worse you knew he was only doing it because he knew you were right, he had no more logical arguments to use against what you were saying, so he turned to trying to hurt you instead.

“Maybe deep down I knew you would react like this. I mean you basically dragged us into a war because you couldn’t deal with your own guilt over what happened in Sokovia. It wasn’t all of us that needed to sign those accords, you directed all the regulations you felt you needed yourself towards us, but we didn’t create Ultron Tony. You did, and no amount of punishing Steve, or Bucky, or me will change that. You let your guilt cloud your judgement and Steve let his need to protect Bucky cloud his. But did either of you stop to consider the rest of us for a moment? Neither you, or Steve, could see just what you were doing to the rest of us. You separated Wanda from Vision, you split Nat and Clint, who, might I add is now a fugitive while Laura and the kids are without him, and my best friend and boyfriend, the two people I love the most in the world made me choose between them and basically tried to kill each other, all because both of them were too damn stubborn to recognise what they were doing.”

Tony turned away from you and folded his arms across his chest.

“You should go. Pack your things and leave, you’re just as bad as them in my eyes and I don’t want you anywhere near me ever again.”

“Tony!” you cried.

“Get out y/n!” he shouted spinning to face you, “We’re over, and you’re no longer a member of this team. You’re not welcome here and I don’t want to see you again.”

You both stood glaring at each other for an eternity before you broke the silence, “Tony you don’t mean this, I know you’re angry and I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear it! I just want you to leave. Now.”



You climbed the steps to your apartment building, your arms loaded with groceries and smiled thankfully when your neighbour held the door to the lobby open for you to pass through, but you could have cried when the sign saying out of order remained pinned to the elevator door and you began the seven flight climb to your apartment.

As soon as you reached your door, you had to juggle your groceries with fumbling for your key and once you finally located it you wrestled your way indoors. You sighed leaning with your back against the door, eyes closed, mustering up the strength to walk into your empty apartment, where you would start to make dinner alone for one.

Walking you into your living room you must almost jumped out of your skin to find the two figures of Steve and Bucky sat on your sofa and Tony stood with his back to you staring out your window at the New York skyline in front of him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked unsure and Tony turned to face you with a look that resembled a “Bitch please,” look.

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“Ok, let me rephrase, why are you here?”

“And over to you Cap,” Tony directed your attention to Steve and took the groceries out of your arms, carrying them into the kitchen, returning with a nervous smile.

“Well,” Steve began, scratching the back of his neck, a long pause following as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Both of them are idiots who want to apologise for the way they’ve treated you. This one should never have made you choose between him or Tony,” Bucky interrupted, pointing towards Steve “and this one,” he continued, pointing at Tony “should never have pushed you away and taken it out on you because he was hurting, and I’m sorry that I seem to be inadvertently behind it all. Does that cover everything?” he sassed looking between Steve and Tony like they were bumbling idiots.

Both of whom were mumbling along the lines of “yep pretty much,” “yep think so,” and “that’ll do.”

You huffed a laugh and Bucky smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself.

“I love you,” you told Tony honestly, “and I love you,” you told Steve, “so please never put me in a position like that again or I’ll bang your two heads together.”

“We won’t!” they promised in unison and Steve rose up to give you a hug, but Tony darted in front of him, knocking him out of the way “nu-uh, she’s my girlfriend, I get the first hug thank you very much.”

Steve’s laugh rang out through your apartment as Tony pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry baby,” he told you honestly and you laughed “can I get that in writing.”

“And you ruined it! Alright capsicle you can have her now,” he joked but looked at you so fondly you heart skipped a few beats, before Steve was pulling you into a bear hug.

dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

But also Like Imagine Persephone Tony and son to Demeter Steve and Tony while mad for flowers growing bored of being seen as lesser to Steve. And then he finds Bucky and oh the god of the underworld is compelling and quiet, but firey ad sassy when provoked. Tony wants to spend all his time here and so he eats the Blueberries of the underworld and spits half out do guilt of Steves judgemental gaze. And Tony FEARED Queen of the World is just as amazing as Hades Tony okay.

Being the child of two big gods? Sucks, a lot. His “sire” was too busy fucking everything that picked his hyperactive fancy and his father carried him along throughout the Harvest and the many festivals in his name. Tony was…bored, he was bored, bored, fucking absolutely bored and done with frolicking and dancing in fields. Tony, eternally seen as just the progeny of him and Steve. Sucked!

Then, there’s a path of clarity and a half cocked plan, Pepper and Rhodey would disapprove but they knew of Tony’s willfulness, they saw him and in the end that’s all he could ask for. Tony sees the god; the quiet, broody Lord of the Underworld about to leave the above and just like that his decision is made. Tony jumps on the moving chariot, surprising Bucky, and just a tad too late to do anything but take Tony down with him.

Bucky lets go of him once they have crossed the Styx, growling “Follow me.” Before moving through the endless halls.

Tony feels only a little bad for forcing himself on the god, but at least he wasn’t kicked back out after their arrival. Bucky points at things as they go along: “Don’t eat” or “Don’t touch” and “Don’t even think about dipping a toe in there.” Tony looks at everything, at the flowers and fruits and the massive 3 headed dog taking a nap in the middle of one of the hallways. “Dum Dum, Gabe, Falsworth. Move fellas.” 

Tony notices how they lazily open one eye and glower a bit as they scoot to the side. “This are your quarters, Peggy will fetch you for supper.”

Just like that, Tony is by himself in the realm of the Dead. He can’t help but smile.

He starts poking and prodding Bucky, who to the amusement of Peggy and the furies gave him the task of carrying the curses of the Living upon the souls of the Dead, since “They’re running behind  and you insist in wanting to earn your food and lodge, whatever that means.” 

“It means that I don’t wanna be your kept god, just something pretty to look at, honeysuckle.”

Tony finds that he has a knack for it, Bucky hides his satisfaction behind his luscious locks. The first buds of belladonna sprout after Tony witnesses Bucky’s fiery disposition at news from the above. 

“I guess if Howard stopped thinking with his dick for a minute, half the issues wouldn’t be so.” He spits, sprawled on his throne as Peggy relays the list of complains. Bucky deadpans, “That’s on Natasha, she keeps fucking Bruce inside the volcano.”

After that first taste, Tony wants more, so he steals the god from his throne just to go for walks, weaves him flower wreaths and makes him wear them; the kicker? Bucky does, always with a small smile on his face. Everything was going swimmingly until Rumlow happened.

A rogue soul trying to escape his punishment by trying to derogate a god, with a list of curses the length of Tony’s arm and all around bastard. Tony had arrived in a flurry after Dottie screamed about her “Master” and “danger” her claws at ready to render anyone who stood in her way to pieces. Bucky, dressed in his black chiton and nothing else, as he grappled with Rumlow at the edge of the Lethe. “Look at you, my King.” Taunted Rumlow, “Desperate to find Steve and Howard’s little bastard. Brought to your knees by a powerless god.”

“Bucky!” Tony panted, struck by terror as he noticed a shard of his sire’s bolt in Rumlow’s hand. “Watch out!”

The King stumbled and almost took a dip in the river of forgetfulness for his slight, only the bottom of his chiton getting wet at last moment when he turned, falling onto one knee and kicking out his other leg, striking Rumlow and making the soul lose the shard.

Before Bucky could do much else, or the furies could close in on the dead man, Tony strode over and stepped on his chest. Rumlow’s eyes full of hatred and contempt. “You think I’m the only soul here that’s willing use you to get him?”

Tony smile was sharp as Natasha’s sword. He had seen them all hiding in the shadows, waiting for their moment. Titans have tried and failed miserably before them, what makes them think…

“No, but I’ll make an example out of you.” Tony whistled and threw Rumlow at Dum Dum’s head. “Don’t chew him up, I’ve got plans for him.”

Tony without an ounce of hesitation, grabbed the dead warrior’s robes and said, “I really, really hate when other’s touch what’s mine. And Bucky. Is. Mine.” Afterwards, he cheerily waved at a screaming Rumlow from the shore of the river of pain.

No god, goddess or mortal had elicit such kind of vicious reaction from Tony before, not even Pepper and Rhodey. The young god strides into Bucky’s chambers and finds him undoing his robes. “Bucky…do you-”

“Are you alright, Tony?” 

“Oh sweet nectar!” Tony sighs as he moves towards Bucky, touching the naked chest like a worshiper and feeling the ripple of a shiver under his fingertips. Tony raised his gaze to find Bucky looking at him with the same enrapture. “Bucky?”

“That was very foolish thing you did, Tony.” Bucky whispers, as his fingers curve around Tony’s nape.

“What, drag Rumlow to the Acheron?” Tony asks, hands up Bucky’s shoulder and around his waist. “I couldn’t let him escape punishment, that’s my designated area.”

The rumbling of Bucky’s chuckle makes Tony’s body heat up. “Hijacking my chariot, coming home with me, seeing me.”

Tony’s smile is equal parts impish and shy. “Just like you see me. You see me, right, Bucky?”

When Bucky kisses him, Tony feels aflame, as if he’d gotten too close to Sam but it doesn’t hurt at all and his skin is buzzing. Tony pulls at Bucky’s chiton until it finally falls away, leaving Bucky completely naked for Tony to see. He moans in appreciation at the sight; no words could describe the King of the Dead, no words could do him justice.

“Like what you see, godling?” Bucky voice nothing but smooth heady murmur that echoed through Tony. 

Instead of wasting words, Tony used his mouth to paint Bucky with marks and kisses, to moan and grunt as they devoured each other in the best possible way. 

Much later as they laid sated, Tony weaved buds of the flowers that sprouted from their union into Bucky’s hair. “What would the damned say about their Lord wearing flowers in his hair?”

“Maybe their Lord should remind the damned who weaved the flowers into his locks.” Bucky’s answer was to laugh against Tony’s shoulder.

He proudly wore his hair full of forget-me-nots from then on. The Underworld’s oppressive atmosphere seem to weigh less in Tony’s company; his “Queen” was ruthless in the best way, dragging from the shadowed corners those who’d conspired to overthrow his ruling and delivering swift, just and merciless punishment, and pulling him away from his work when Bucky became consumed by it. 

Tony was sitting in Bucky’s lap, sharing ambrosia and kisses with his husband when Steve stormed into the throne room. They have talked about this just once before, about the inevitability of Tony’s return to the above: “Do you want me to leave?!” - “Tony, I know your father. He must be tearing the above looking for you.”- “That is not an answer to my question; Do you want me to return above?”- “No! Tony, I don’t want you to leave. Ever.”- “That’s settled then.”

The fierce anger in Steve’s body was warring with relief and something akin to disapproval. “Bucky.”

“Steve.”

Tony sighed and stood, facing his father, every bit of Ruler, husband and god into his posture. “Father.”

“How could you be this irresponsible, Bucky? Bringing my child to consort with the dead.” Steve’s voice is like a slap to the face, the disappointment booms. “Do you get how worried I was when couldn’t find him? When my summons went unanswered, do you?!”

“It’ll be best if we have a calm talk…” 

“We won’t talk about anything!” Steve shouts, which makes Tony grind his teeth. “Tony and I will return above and the order of things will be restored.”

“Why? Because you say so or because he does?” Tony’s voice is colder than the Underworld’s temp, but Bucky sees him: the slight tremble of vulnerability on the tip of his fingers. “Because you want your powerless godling with you or because he is trying to pull my strings? Why, father?!”

Steve’s momentary silence is taken in the worse way possible, Tony quick as a heartbeat grabs a fistful of blueberries, eyes incandescent as he puts them in his mouth and starts to swallow.

“Mortals are dying!” Steve reacts, and moves forward, trying to stop his son from becoming a permanent tenant among the dead. “You were gone and I couldn’t find you…the cold had frozen the crops and the world above is dying.”

Bucky loves Steve, they used to be close as brothers before Bucky had become a King below and Steve’s life above got too busy to catch up. The thing is, Bucky knows what Steve is not saying: “You are throwing a tantrum and neglecting your duties. That’s what’s happening, Stevie!”

Tony eats a few more berries and there’s a part of Bucky wants him to stop chaining himself to this place. “He was gone! My child, gone from my side like never before. I’ve scouted the Earth, going as far as the edges of the North.”

“Nothing new is blossoming, nothing is sprouting from the ground or the trees. The beasts have gone to sleep and the mortals are dying be it from starvation or this manifestation of my grief.”

There’s a mouthful left and Tony looks ill at the sadness in his father’s voice, sick at the prospect of being guilty of his father’s pain. “Then I hear whispers of the Lord of the Underworld wearing flowers in his hair and his savage “Queen” that agreed to let a crafty mortal take his lover back to the above. I know my son’s work when I see it.” His father looked worse than Bucky did when he first arrived and the god was nothing but a brooding work automaton. “Tony…”

Tony’s shoulders slump slightly and spits the quite delicious berries. This was the parent he did love, and apparently his powers laid in the fruits and flowers of the above, who knew? His husband, his beautiful love, looked defeated but resigned and that wouldn’t do at all. Walking into Bucky’s space, Tony pulled the locks gently and weaved him a lovely crown of forget-me-nots while peppering his face with kisses.

“I’ll come back.” Tony promised, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll always come back home to you.” 

Bucky just nodded, laying a kiss on his hair, down his forehead to the tip of his nose and lastly his lips. “I’ll be waiting. We will miss you.”

“And I, you.” He confessed, the words etched into Bucky’s mouth like a prayer for only them. 

They turned to find Steve trying his best to give them some privacy, his ears were flushed but Steve was the god of Harvest and Fertility so he wasn’t easily–Bucky’s eyes cut to where Steve gaze wanders every few moments, where Peggy is sitting sifting through her list…Oh. Oh!

He nudges Tony to look at them and going by the smile on his husband’s face, Bucky bets the Underworld is about the get another unlikely pair. He can’t wait!

anonymous asked:

I don't understand where this trend of having Tony constantly disobey orders comes from, and even more than that, Steve yelling at him. He's never once actually defied orders in the movies before. He even wants people to stick to their own plans (Yinsen) and even if he does something off Steve's not going to get upset. He trusts him. He didn't question Tony at all with the nuke. I'm sorry for the rant, but I'm just so sick of all of the mischaracterization. Your thoughts on this?

the underlying assumption about the idea of ‘always following orders’ is that whoever is giving those orders inevitably has an ulterior motive (we can’t trust the government, we can’t trust SHIELD, or HYDRA-corrupted-SHIELD). and that’s a narrative thread that’s been carried through the entire mcu. it’s why i still have so many problems with SHIELD being instrumental in the foundation of the avengers (how much can the mcu avengers really oppose institutional authority when the only reason they were brought together was because the head spymaster/director of SHIELD recruited them into his initative??? bc mcu’s avengers are basically fury’s angels let’s be straight-up real.)

if we, as a fandom, were being objective, the avengers are all a bunch of misfits that buck orders, disobey superiors and generally, do what they think is best based on their own moral compass. they wouldn’t be where they are in the mcu if they hadn’t done all of the above at some point in their origin story (natasha defecting from the KGB/betraying her country; clint’s 616 origin but also defying SHIELD orders in thor 1; thor vs. odin and being sent to midgard in the first place; steve and his entire trilogy lmao; bruce and being hunted to the ends of the earth while still finding time to stick it to general ross).

that trope only grates on me when it purposefully paints tony in a bad light with no redeeming ulterior factor (i.e. tony’s PTSD and guilt complex leads to reckless self-endangerment). if we’re taking abt this in the context of headcanons and fic i’m less interested in the actual process of ‘tony does xyz and steve yells at him’ but why. i don’t think it’s a mischaracterisation unless the implication of tony disobeying orders is that’s he motivated by pure arrogance or hubris or some misguided sense of ‘knowing better’. tony isn’t about following orders from a shady terrorist organisation that has a gazillion secrets up its sleeve and has been lying to him since he signed up to their initiative but he IS about following orders (or taking guidance/advice) from people he trusts: rhodey, pepper, bruce, steve, natasha. 

there’s a huge difference in level of trust and personal judgement there. painting tony as a character that never listens to anyone and acts recklessly on his own self-belief is a disservice to him and undermined by everything the mcu has presented as canon.

if anything, i’d love to see more fic and general fandom discussion and headcanoning that involves steve being the reckless, impulsive one because if anyone’s the consummate rulebreaker in mcu, it’s him. most of the time he’s been asbolved of having to examine consequence or cause-and-effect of his actions by the plot, and chain of command complicates the ‘following orders’ part of the scenario given that he’s the one giving them. but more fic that explores steve’s various reasons for being reckless and insubordinate is never a bad thing!

Anamnesis: Part One

Originally posted by dropneurons

Author’s Note: This is the beginning of a series I am creating. I wanted to do this before CACW came out, but time flew by and here we are. I hope you guys enjoy. Let me know if I should continue this, because I have other ideas for different series. Also, I cannot write battle scenes for the life of me, so I collaborated with the lovely @meganlpie​. She wrote the whole beginning, and she is just pure perfection. Go check her blog out, because this wouldn’t be possible without her.

Summary: Based on this.

Words: 1513

Pairings: Avengers x Reader


Your (e/c) eyes scanned the base for any sign of your targets. Your mission? To eradicate the Avengers, one Captain America in particular. Your superiors expected you to succeed where your predecessor had failed. In your earpiece, you heard an agent call in a sighting. The Avengers were coming. You readjusted the mask that covered the lower half of your face and placed your thick black glasses over your eyes before readying your weapon.

Your instructions were simple. Take out as many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents as you could with your rifle then take out the Avengers up close and personal. As soon as you saw the first agents running up the hill, you took your shot. You didn’t have to look to know the agent was dead. You never missed your target. You fired shot after shot and the agents kept coming. Your colleagues continued to fire as you ran out of ammunition.

You threw your rifle to the side before grabbing your handguns and launching yourself from the window. The snow on the ground was stained red with the blood of both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA agents. You pulled the triggers again and again until your intended targets came into view. As your guns ran out of bullets, you threw them into the crimson snow and reached for your next weapon. Your knife. Up close, personal.

The first Avenger you got close to was Romanoff. She had apparently used all her ammo as well since she immediately went for your legs. You jumped over her kick and jabbed at her with your knife hand. From the corner of your eye, you saw her leg coming toward your stomach. You caught her leg just before she made contact and stabbed her thigh with your knife, causing the redhead to curse in pain. You used the hilt of the knife to knock her out and moved on to your next target.

You heard his arrow coming before you saw it and moved out of the way. You threw your knife at the man and got him in the arm, but before you could make your way over to finish the job, you were tackled to the ground by none other than Captain America himself. Your glasses fell from your face and you glared at the super soldier.

“Stay down, kid,” he threatened, tightening his grip on your wrists. You swept his feet out from under him before getting up and reaching for your other knife in your boot. He blocked your first blow with his shield but left himself opened for you to get close enough to wrap your arms around his throat. He tried to throw you off, but you held fast. That is until you were suddenly pulled off him, and you were flying in the sky.

You looked up and saw that you were being held up by Iron Man. He was flying a good twenty feet above the ground toward the base. You quickly used the taser that you had hidden in your glove to stun the hero, causing him to drop you to the ground. You landed right in front of the base and thought you were lucky, but in this case, what you didn’t know did hurt you.

You felt yourself suddenly blasted backward as the base exploded. The shock from the blast sent you hurdling toward Captain America. Your body hit the vibranium at full force, with your head hitting first. The last thing you saw before you lost consciousness was the blurred face of the Captain standing over you.


Steve looked up from your body to see the HYDRA base now in flames. He was so close that he felt the heat surrounding him like a blanket. He weighed his options on what to do with you. His mission was never to kill. He only did so when necessary. He could either leave you or bring you to the Avengers Tower for questioning, which wasn’t always the best option with the type of torture methods the government holds.

A sudden explosion from inside the building reminded Steve that more likely HYDRA would think that their asset was dead, so if he left you, it would be more like leaving you there to die. Steve looked down at you again, this time with detailed observation. This was the first time that he got to see you without your mask. There was no SHIELD record of you, but the Avengers have encountered you before in earlier missions.

Steve noticed you were just a young adult. Your face was relaxed, not holding the usual tense features that clouded your face. Like he said earlier, you were just a kid. More likely, you didn’t know anything but HYDRA. With that in mind, he placed his shield on his back before picking you up bridal style and walking back to the quinjet.

The quinjet was a mile away from the HYDRA base for protocol reasons, which gave Steve to really think if he was making the best decision. As time passed, he was coming up with the conclusion that bringing you to SHIELD would be the best option for you right now.

Steve walked onto the quinjet to see Clint stitching Natasha’s leg up. Clint already had his stab wound wrapped, his blood staining the white clothing. Tony was observing his helmet, rubbing the newfound dent on it. All eyes were on him as Steve entered the room with you in his arms.

“Whatcha you got there Steve?” Clint wondered with questioning eyes, before returning to his task at hand.

“Is that the asset?” Natasha asked before Steve could answer.

Steve nodded. He said, “The explosion knocked her off of her feet, and she hit her head on my shield.”

“And you decided to bring the assassin who’s been trying to kill us for the past few months just because?” Clint remarked, finishing off Natasha’s leg.

Steve gave Clint a look before setting you down on one of the gurneys. He should be the one to talk. Clint was the one who brought in not just one Russian assassin but two HYDRA mutants as well. Steve informed, “Is was that or leave her out there to die.” Steve handcuffed you to the gurney, not knowing when you would come to it.

“She won’t be that helpful when we put her in questioning. She’s been in HYDRA her whole life, so she’s been trained,” Natasha said, jumping down from her seat to observe you herself.

“I trust your guys’ judgement by now,” Tony stated with a dismissive wave of a hand. “Twenty minutes ‘til we land.”


Once the quinjet landed, you and the other four Avengers walked to the medical bay, part of mission protocol. Once Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Tony were all cleared, they joined you in your medical room.

The doctors already had you hooked up to a IV, and you were left in a black tank top and leggings, which was supposedly under your tactical gear. You laid underneath the hospital bed covers. You looked so innocent and young, not the assassin who managed to take down four Avengers. Surprisingly, you weren’t handcuffed or restricted.

“FRIDAY, give me the diagnostics,” Tony commanded, walking over to your side to read the clipboard left on the table.

FRIDAY explained, “The head trauma knocked her out. She won’t be up for next 24 hours at the least. That and the anesthesia should help.”

“That explains the lack of security on her,” Natasha added.

“No major injuries on her. She’s pretty lucky with how hard she hit Cap’s shield. There is a chance of amnesia, but we won’t know for sure until she wakes up,” Tony informed, reading off the clipboard.

“What are we going to do with her? The classic bring-an-assassin-off-the-streets protocol?” Clint joked, tightening his bandage on his arm.

“We have been doing that a lot lately,” Tony added, placing the clipboard down.

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a sigh. “The girl was born and raised in the hands of HYDRA. She doesn’t know any better.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t make the wrong choice,” Tony stated. “because-”

Tony stopped short when you started shuffling. They watched in silence as you rolled to your side, not expecting you to wake up yet. You tried to hug your pillow when your IV caught you. They watched you slowly open your eyes, fully alert if you decide to attack.

When your eyes landed on them, they tensed. But their stature abruptly changed when they realized how lost you looked. You looked like a scared animal. You sat up from your bed and asked, “Where am I?”

They drew a blank for this was the first time they heard you speak. Your voice was so gentle, so pure. Not at all what they expected from you, and you had amnesia. This was going to be interesting.

anonymous asked:

how did you like steve in ca:cw? satisfied with his characterization? i heard from some people that he...uh, got on their nerves a bit, so i was wondering what your opinion on him is :)

hmmm that’s interesting tbh. i came out of it thinking most st*cky shippers would be really happy with the way they chose to go, although more discerning ones and fans that care a little more abt integrity to his character and being portrayed in an ic way would probably have been annoyed by the writing.

civil war really fucks with the characterisation of both tony and steve but you almost never !! hear !! anyone complaining about steve because he’s what comic fans have picked as the ~standard~ of reasonable judgement and tony was ‘just an absolute asshole’ throughout. if you think the front man of pro-reg is just an unforgivable power-hungry douche than ofc the choice of which to side with is easy, thus negating the need to look at any flaws on the anti-reg side with steve. 

so i’m actually really glad this is being brought up because the story does, in many ways, do a disservice to his character in mcu.

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