“This is not a good idea,” Natasha said immediately, Clint and Steve nodding along with her. “Clint and I are much better trained, and Tony is too recognizable.”
“I understand that,” Fury said with a sigh. “But this mission needs Stark’s expertise. We’re just going to have to hope he can keep his mouth shut for once.” He shot a one-eyed glare in the billionaire’s direction, who in turn shrugged.
“I’m up for it. Don’t worry about it, it’ll be easy.” He shot a smile around at his anxious teammates, which only seemed to worry them more.
The mission itself was easy enough. Infiltrate a party, get some blue prints, erase some data, destroy some technology. Easy, he did that after Obie often enough, although to be fair he was doing it to his own company, so it didn’t have to go quite so unnoticed.
The others didn’t seem to have much faith in him, but that was fine. People underestimating him was just the way he liked the world. Fury dismissed them and Tony went back to the tower to prepare. Nice suit, but cheap by his standards. Slicked back hair in contrast to his usual unruly curls. Repulsor watch – no way he was going in unarmed, he wasn’t stupid. He stared at himself in the mirror. Still too recognizable. Sighing, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to do it: he was going to have to shave his glorious goatee.
The mission went smoothly, despite many people who had personally met Tony Stark being in attendance at the party. No one gave him a second glance; some people thought he was a waiter, and Tony cursed himself for wearing a suit that was too cheap. He was in and out in two hours, everything completely under control. He was just strolling out of the building when he heard someone shouting about destroyed prototypes and smiled to himself, whistling.
Apparently his ‘disguise’ worked too well, because when he got back to SHIELD headquarters he had about four guns pointed at his head and several very angry agents glaring at him and asking just who the fuck he was and what he thought he was doing.
“Uh, Tony here guys. Finished the mission, saved the day?” he answered as he held his hands up in surrender, trying to placate them. They didn’t believe him.
He was unceremoniously (“HEY, genius over here, check your strength!”) thrown into an interrogation room, where he sighed and pulled the drive he had obtained for Fury out of his pocket, setting it on the table. Hill entered about fifteen minutes later, which was good because he was getting bored and contemplating messing with the monitoring system in the room, and he shot her a big smile.
“Agent Hill! So good to see you. You proud of me yet? I know you didn’t believe I could pull it off.” He smirked, but his face fell at her cold and blank stare.
“I don’t know you,” she responded in monotone. “I don’t know what you’re pulling, pretending to be Stark-”
“I’m not pulling anything!” he protested quickly, holding his hands up again and standing, like he was waiting to be attacked. “I am Stark! Listen, call Pepper, show her a picture, she’ll tell you. Jesus, all I did was shave!” Hill glared at him and he fell silent again, anxiously reminding himself that if he stepped back it would be a sign of weakness and women loved signs of weakness. She turned on her heel and walked out without another word, and he fell back into his seat. He felt exhausted. The mission hadn’t been hard, but had taken longer than he thought it would, and he wanted to go home and work.
It took another hour before someone entered the room again, and by that point he was standing on the chair in the corner of the room, dissecting the camera that was watching him with the small screwdriver he had in his pocket and ingenuity. He glanced over his shoulder as Pepper strode in, lighting up and jumping down from the chair quickly, noting Hill and Fury standing behind her.
“Pep, my love, the spice of my life!” he said dramatically, throwing his arms wide. “Tell the Pirate that he should be able to recognize his agents better.”
“That’s Tony,” Pepper said with a long-suffering sigh, ignoring him. “He looks like a child without his facial hair, but it’s him. I didn’t believe it either the first time I saw him, until Obie-” She cut herself off quickly and shot him an apologetic look, but he just shrugged, clapping a hand on Fury and Hill’s shoulders.
“Now that that’s sorted, can we debrief and go home?”
Apologies were made, but Tony waved them away. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and probably wouldn’t be the last. Even the paparazzi didn’t recognize him without his distinctive and awesome goatee getup, which was nice sometimes.
It was a couple months and a few missions later when it happened again. Fury and Hill were out on their own recon mission, Pepper was in Tokyo and couldn’t be reached, and Rhodey was out on deployment for the next few weeks and no help anyway (he would probably just find it hilarious and leave Tony in the lurch). It didn’t matter how many times Tony showed up from completed missions missing his glorious goatee, the agents of SHIELD apparently had terrible facial recognition because he was always detained and interrogated.
It had been hours and lots of yelling before Tony finally got fed up. “You people are insufferable!” he shouted, grabbing a Sharpie from the agent’s pocket and turning to the one-way mirror on the wall, scribbling on his face in a rough approximation of something that looked like his normal goatee. “There! Recognize me now?”
Clint found it absolutely hilarious. There were photos.
Somehow a picture of Tony with Sharpie stains and a wide grin got leaked to the media, and the rage was now “Tony Stark look-alike?!” which Tony found absolutely hysterical.
He managed to convince half of SHIELD that it really was just a look-alike, while the other half remained sceptical. Suddenly, whenever he stepped into headquarters he had ghosts trailing him with razors (and not very good ghosts, either, Fury should get Natasha and Clint up here for some lessons). Bruce found it very amusing to help him prank said ghost, which one time included locking them in the bathroom and filling said bathroom with bubbles. And whenever Tony did show up from a mission where he’d shaved, he was met with a multitude of stares. Fury even got in on the action and started calling him ‘Agent Carbonell,’ which was funny in its own way.
And if he managed to trick Steve as well a couple times, well, that was a whole different story.
I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee
Here you go, have some fluff :)
He was nervous.
He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.
I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.
I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.
You and Jin were not public yet. Your relationship was new and the both of you did not want to go public just yet. He knew he couldn’t jump up and run towards you to give you a big kiss. When your name was called as the winner Jin had a strong urge to run to you and give you a hug, but he knew he couldn’t. He clapped in his seat, proud of his girlfriend.
Yoongi was backstage fresh off performing. The moment he got into the dressing room he shushed everyone as he watched the monitor in the room. He was so proud of you, knowing what you had to go through to get to where you are today. Yoongi had been there since day one. He anxiously waited for the winner to be announced. The moment he heard your name he jumped up and down. The moment you arrived backstage you were greeted by Yoongi’s smile and him ready for a huge embrace
Unfortunately, Namjoon was not able to attend the award show. He was in the midst of touring. He had been working all day so when he got to his hotel room the first thing he did was turning on the tv. He waited and watched. The moment the award you were nominated was being announced he got up. The moment your name was called he was so excited. He fell onto the bed excited. He may not have been there, but you knew he was watching. You received a call after the show from Namjoon, telling you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you.
Hobi had been anxiously waiting backstage to hear who would be the winner. You and Hobi had been together for a long time, he was there since day one. He saw you at your best and at your worst. He was there when you decided to follow your dream. He was there helping you day in and day out with your singing and your dancing. When the presenter called your name, he couldn’t help but smile. He was proud of his girlfriend.
Jimin and you were not public. Your relationship with Jimin was still pretty new, so both of you knew that any huge interactions would be prohibited. There were rumors of the two of you dating, so everyone was on there toes. When your name was announced as the winner Jimin couldn’t help but smile. As you were giving your speech the camera panned to Jimin. He was smirking at you, the love in his eyes was so prominent.
The moment your name was called Tae jumped up, forgetting that your relationship was still on the down low. He was too proud and excited that his beautiful girlfriend had finally won her first award. Tae was so happy that after you got off stage he ran to your table and gave you a big kiss, making your relationship public.
You and Jungkook were very reserved people when it came to your personal life. Which meant you didn’t flaunt your relationship around. The both of you attended the award show, but were seated separately. You had been nervous prior to the award show. You had worked so hard for the past year, Jungkook knew this. So when your name was announced as the winner, the both of you were so excited. You were on stage giving your speech. Jungkook thought the moment needed to be captured so he had to take his phone out and record it.
►Summary: Working at a secluded, confidential, military base,Of course, you would see different weird things,But you didn’t expect to see a hot alien,Demanding for you to follow him back home.
►Genre: Smut; Alien!au
►Word Count: 7 434
► Here is the long awaited alien!vixx for Leo. For new readers, I used his stage name to suit the storyline. Also read the other member version too if you’re intrested.
► Btw, if you guys have any suggestion on how what kind of plot you want to see for other member, feel free to drop it in my inbox. I have some ideas but I’m not sure about it though lol.
You watched. Stared. Or glared. Through the thick layers of glasses, you watched him. A tall, built figure was strapped on a chair, different wires attached to his body, connected to different monitors around you. His torso was flawless. On his temple there’s a black pattern, decorating them. Hidden from your vision, you knew that there’s the same pattern that ran down his spine. You catch a glimpse of them when the assistants strap him on that chair, stripping off his top to stick the wires on his chest. You were glad that his eyes were closed. But he wouldn’t see you even if they were open since you’re in the observation room protected by thick layers of one-way glass. The man you were glaring holes into, who called himself as Leo, is an alien. The reason you were glaring at him is because he had attempted to kidnap you earlier. You didn’t know how he managed to get in your lab. The first second you heard the blaring siren rang through the base, lights went out leaving you in the soft hue of the emergency lights and the next thing that you know he was standing in front of you, dressed in a black bodysuit and soft blue light glowing from his body.
I was beyond happy to see both you and Amanda Palmer at the Sydney Opera House. Amanda seems like she was born and raised on stage and any mistake she made only adds to the genuine nature of her performance. When you came on stage, were you really nervous? (Cause you did great as well)
I didn’t have time to be nervous. I’d just had to run at full speed from the dressing room along a corridor, another corridor, and up two flights of stairs, when I heard her say my name on the dressing room monitor (she’d just decided to skip a song and go straight to me). So I was much too busy worrying about the stage being empty to be nervous.
——————————————————————————————————— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction, Fire, Injury A/N: Prompt.Part 1.Part 2.Part 3.Part 4So, this part is a bit shorter than the rest, but don’t worry, the next part will be longer! ———————————————————————————————————
Beep… Beep… Beep…
The sounds of the heart monitor filled the room, ringing in
Bucky’s ears as he slumped against the hospital bed. Eyes bleary from lack of
sleep, he struggled to keep them open, yet the grip he had on your hand never
wavered. The guilt of what he’d done was all consuming, eating him up inside
and piercing his gut like a bullet. As he’d carried you from the smouldering
building, your limp body clutched against his chest, he couldn’t help but feel
the overpowering need to protect you, make sure no one ever hurt you the way he
had again. That feeling hadn’t subsided. Throughout the entire journey to the
hospital, Bucky refused to leave your side, practically snarling whenever one
of the paramedics seemed to cause you even the slightest amount of pain. Of
course, you didn’t know this. You’d been unconscious from the moment Bucky had
hauled you into his arms.
“Hey Buck…” Steve’s voice snapped Bucky back to the present,
“How’s she doing?”
“The doctors said all her vitals have gone back to normal,
now it’s just up to her to wake up.” Bucky said, voice gravelly from disuse.
“Have you let them have a look at your arm yet?” Steve
asked, pulling a chair out next to his.
Shaking his head, Bucky just kept his attention on your
peaceful face, fingers gently gliding over the soft skin there.
“Buck…” Steve said, eyebrows furrowed as the brunet barely
even glanced in his direction. Letting out a sigh, Steve just rested a
comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder, gripping it slightly as the two watched
your eyelids flutter in your sleep.
“At least let Tony have a look, yeah?” Steve murmured,
getting up to leave, but pausing in the doorway to peer back over his shoulder,
“Just think about it, please…”
Time Skip (6 hours)
The sound of the hospital room door opening roused Bucky
from his fitful sleep, face pressed against the mattress of your hospital bed.
“Hey Barnes.” Sam smiled sadly, taking the seat Steve had
sat in earlier.
“Steve send you?” Bucky said, rolling his aching shoulder
and wincing slightly as the left one twinged painfully.
“Course.” Sam said, pulling the first hint of a smile from
Bucky in almost two days, “But, I’m also here cus’ I’m worried man, you really
need to get that thing looked at.” Head tilting in the direction of the metal
arm that lay limply at his side.
“Fine… when she wakes up.” Bucky grunted, jaw clenching as
he swallowed thickly.
“Speaking of Y/N, do you know what you’re gonna say to her
when she does wake up?” Sam asked, leaning back in his chair slightly.
“You’ll figure it out.” Sam said, tapping the arm of his
chair before taking his exit, just as Steve had done earlier.
Time Skip (6 hours)
Bucky had lost all concept of time. He’d been sitting in
this hospital room since the moment you were wheeled in. Still caked in soot
and dirt, he had refused all offers of medical treatment, despite the
incredible pain that was radiating from his metal arm. Letting out a sharp
breath, Bucky heaved himself out of his chair, feeling his entire body protest
after being sat still for so long. Walking over to the large window that
practically encompassed the entire wall, Bucky gazed out, watching the sun rise
over the bustling city.
Turning back to stare down at your sleeping form, Bucky
noticed your eyes beginning to flutter open. Rushing back to your bedside,
Bucky gently brushed the hair back from your forehead, a smile tugging at his
lips as your eyes blearily locked onto his.
“Bucky?” you whispered, your voice hoarse as your tongue
darted out to wet your cracked lips.
“I’m here doll…” Bucky breathed, eyes softening as your hand
moved to grip his lightly.
“Thank you, for saving me.” you said, eyes drooping once
“Always.” Bucky said, pressing a soft kiss against your
forehead as you drifted back to sleep.
AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. ENJOY!
You stare at your husband, not completely sure that you’ve heard him correctly. “You’re giving a group of kids their own team?”
Bruce just sighs, “It’s not as bad as it sounds Y/N.”
Your voice goes into a bit of a higher pitch, “It sounds like you’re building an army of kids.”
Bruce pulls you down into his lap, “Dick hacked the justice league computers, got privileged information, infiltrated Cadmus, rescued a Superman clone, and discovered a potentially harmful operation. He’s gotten bored, he needs something with a bit more of a challenge.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, make him try out for lacrosse.”
Bruce just smirks, “Too much of a chance of exposure.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, he should be hanging out with kids his own age.”
Bruce just smirks, “With this team he will be.” The smirk fades as he sees the worry on your face “I’m in charge of the missions. There will be backup ready to go, and everything will be planned for. I’ll keep him safe.”
You curl into Bruce, and finally voice what you’ve been wanting to since the batman thing started, “I want in Bruce. I can’t sit at home and just worry anymore.”
He’s startled, you can tell from how he’s stiffened, “What are you saying?”
You just smile, “I want to be the den mother … so to speak. I want to make sure that these kids get at least a bit of normalcy.”
Bruce just smiles, a teasing look on his face, “Oh really, and what will your suite look like?”
You straddle his hips and kiss him, “Well, I was thinking jeans and a batman tee-shirt, codename batmom.”
Bruce just laughs and kisses your neck, “Batmom, I like it.”
“I figured I’d stick with the family theme.”
The laughter dies down and Bruce asks, “Are you sure?”
And you nod, “I’ll go in after work for a few hours, work monitor room duty when needed. And provide a support system. Basically the same things I do here.”
Bruce just kisses you and says, “You are so much more than just a support system Y/N, you’re my whole world. You brought me back from the edge. You keep this place going. You’re the light.”
You lean your forehead against his, “I love you, Bruce Wayne.”
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Author’s Note: I’m sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I think you’ll like it! There WILL be another part to this story, and it’s already almost done, so I promise there won’t be such a long wait for the next one. Enjoy!!
Everything seems like a horrible dream. You feel like you’re treading through the
thickest mud, barely able to move forward.
Your mind is full of cobwebs, making everything muffled and dull. You moan as aches and pains come back to you
in full force, sending waves of agony through your body. Your chest in particular is throbbing,
through you can feel spikes of pain coming from other areas, like your injured
arm and leg.
You slowly open your eyes, blinking sluggishly, your
eyelids feeling very heavy and weighed down by your extreme fatigue. Everything looks too bright and blurred, and
you blink a few more times, trying to clear your vision. It helps a little, but nothing really comes
into proper focus, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented. You realize that someone is touching you, and
you can feel something warm and wet against your neck. You feel it move away from you and eventually
realize someone had a washcloth on your skin.
Why? You can’t think clearly
enough to figure out an answer. You
can’t remember what’s going on, and your heartrate spikes as fear and confusion
start to take over your brain.
blackwatch genji fluff??? please???? this angry boy needs love ❤️
Agreed <3 And sorry that this turned out pretty darn angsty xD
Blackwatch!Genji x Reader
Slamming his fist on the metal table, his foreign arm smashed a glass effortlessly. “chikushō” he muttered darkly, even the sound of the new electric whirr of his voice made his blood boil. Well.. that’s if he had any blood left.
Gritting his teeth, Genji sighed, bringing his flesh arm to his face and exhaling deeply. Did it have to be like this? The heart of a man trapped inside an omnic’s body.. As he felt the rage burn inside of him, the dimly lit room began to glow red as he reopened his eyes. Mentally, he cursed his brother a thousand times in his head - no, he wasn’t his brother anymore.. Brothers don’t kill each other. He was a traitor. “DAMN IT” Genji finally shouted, standing up from his chair and throwing it against the wall. Even back when he still was in his own body, the younger Shimada was strong.. but now with machinery instead of muscles he seemed unstoppable. Just like the glass before, the wooden legs of the chair shattered against the grey wall - splinters falling to the floor.
From outside the isolated room where the Cyborg was being contained till he calmed down, Reyes sighed and leant back in his chair. Biting your lip, you watched the Blackwatch commander watching the recruit mentally destroy himself through the monitor. “Shouldn’t someone talk to him?” you asked nervously, standing your grown as Gabriel spun around to face you. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?” he backfired, flicking a cigarette into an ashtray. Biting your lip, you nodded slowly as you stared at your feet. You were merely a nurse here at headquarters - employed by Doctor Ziegler in the med bay, yet recently you found yourself drifting further and further from your work as you sought out a certain japanese man.
You had been totally enchanted by Genji the day he was wheeled in to you and Dr Ziegler’s care. Although he arrived in an awful state that made your stomach churn, there was something about him that seemed so unlike the fate he was dealt. Perhaps it was his boyish features or his sad eyes - you wanted to know so much more than just the anger he displayed.
Pulling you back into the present, Gabriel crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, “Well?”. Standing your ground, you mimicked his stance and tried to sound brave. “I just don’t think it’s humane at all that Genji gets treated like this” you replied clearly. Sighing, Gabe pinched the bridge of his nose, “The kid’s gotta learn (y/n)…. He can’t go around acting like this forever”. Nodding, you brought your hands to your sides. Agreeably, Genji had been getting worse recently. The fits, the explosions of anger and reckless behaviour was not just dangerous for him but the whole team too. “Let me talk to him”.
“You?”. Reyes looked you up and down looking unimpressed, “What do you think you can do that we can’t?”. Ignoring his rude tone, you cleared your throat before placing your hands on your hips. “Well, for starters i’m a trained nurse - not to mention i have a degree in caring for people and psychology. As well as-”. “Yeah yeah yeah” Reyes rolled his eyes and swatted his hand, “Whatever. Fine - i’ll let you in, but if you come out with broken bones it’s your funeral”. Smiling triumphantly, you nodded - will to take that risk.
The soft mechanic hiss of the door sliding open made you a little nervous. As you stepped in, you realised the light had gone out and you figured that the crunching under your feet was what was left of the lightbulb. Wincing as the door slid shut behind you, you began to wonder if this truly was a good idea. “G-Genji?” you stuttered, looking for the boy through the darkness. Making you shriek, suddenly two red orbs appeared before you menacingly. Not saying a single word, you figured the young cyborg didn’t feel like talking. “Hey Genji” you whispered, “How.. how are you?”. A scoffing sound came through the darkness as the two red orbs glanced up to look at the camera which was sending the film through to Reyes in the monitoring room.
Your mouth making a small ‘o’ shape, you frowned slightly. Climbing up onto the table, you slid off your hoodie and covered the camera lense with it as well as chucking your ear piece to the floor. Slowly, you came to sit down on the table, crossing your legs as you did so. “Look Genji, i’m not hear to yell at you.. or tell you to calm down. How you are feeling is…. horrible yes, but you aren’t alone, you can reach out to-”. Shutting you up immediately, Genji’s cold voice barked through the atmosphere, “Alone? Alone?! I am completely alone in this fucking world. My own brother murdered me and my family has disowned me! I don’t even have my fucking body anymore - how the hell can anyone tell me im not alone when my world has been torn to shreds you dumb fuck. No one knows the pain i’ve been through!”.
Cringing at his harsh words, you felt tears prick at your eyes. His words rang in your ears for a few minutes before either of you spoke. “I do..” you finally choked. Before you could even control yourself, you felt tears roll down your cheeks. Feebly trying to wipe them away before Genji saw, you knew you were already too late as his glowing eyes turned to look at you. “I know how it feels to have everything you were ripped from you” you continued through soft sobs, “My whole life was destroyed by the omnics. My home, my job, who i was - I don’t even know if my family and friends are still alive.. I haven’t seen them since I was pulled from the rubble and than began to work here”.
Sadness radiated through your body as you shook gently, your head in your hands. Watching you cry, Genji felt his insides twist up. Who was he to say such horrible things to you? You weren’t the one who took everything from him… And here he was making you cry after assuming your past. Who was he becoming? This wasn’t the Genji he once was…
Hesitantly, he walked over to you before sitting on the table beside you. To your surprise, you felt something heavy rest on your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you could just about see Genji’s head resting on your frame in the red lighting. Your crying stifled at this which left you very confused. “I am sorry to have assumed your past (y/n)” Genji finally muttered, his eyes staring at the blank wall before him, “Please forgive me.. I.. I am not myself these days”. Bringing a hand up to his shoulder, you nodded slowly. “It’s alright.. I understand Genji. After the event i couldn’t sleep for weeks..”. Shifting his wait slightly, he sat up - his alluring gaze focused on you as the red haze faded from his irises. “No, it’s not fine. I don’t know who i am anymore” he mumbled, running a hand through his messy black locks.
“I know who you are”. Turning to face you and although you couldn’t see it, Genji frowned, “You do?”. You nodded and took his hand into your lap. “Of course. You are Genji Shimada, the youngest son of the Shimada clan. You are brave and strong. You inspire many, including myself, to get up and keeping fighting in your life for what’s right. You’re intelligent, thoughtful, skilled and determined - even when we found you.. most people would have died but you kept a hold on life by sheer force Genji! You are truly a warrior at heart. And.. in your heart of hearts, you have a soul, a personality, a life and a being. Regardless of what body you are in, you are loved and cared for - you are not alone”.
Silence followed your speech which made you twitch. “Genji?” you whispered uneasily until his eyes flickered down to met yours. Before a gasp could snatch through your lips you felt the cool hard plate of Genji’s mouth press on your forehead as he engulfed you into a gentle hug. Slowly pulling away from you, a smile licked across his lips cautiously - as if he was trying out how to smile for the first time
Summary: Kirk is rocked with feelings of self-doubt and
takes comfort in the reader who just wants to see him smile again.
out, self doubt, angst
A/n: quite a lot of angst in this one so look forward to
some fluff soon.
Jim stared at his reflection in the glass of a monitor
hanging on the medbay wall. His hair was stuck up in every direction, and he was
covered in dirt and tiny scratches from the tiny claws of the lizard like
species he had tried to negotiate with. He had busted his hand punching a wall
to try and free it from one who had it in their tiny clutches. The
inspection of his reflection moved further down to his chest, where his yellow command
shirt was practically in tatters from the altercation.
“Why does nobody else’s shirts rip as much as mine?” Jim
complained, his hand held up in the air as it was bandaged.
“Not sure” McCoy replied focusing on his work. “Maybe it’s
‘cause the aliens take one look at you and wanna hit you… I know I do”
“I guess they just can’t keep their hand off me” Jim joked
back, attempting to insight something other than sarcasm from his friend.
“Sure” McCoy replied, entertaining his joke with a
suppressed smile. “We’re done here. Meet at the bar for a drink later? Around
“Sure” Jim sighed, hopping off the bed, “it’s a date.”
Have some more family fluff with a side of angst of this pairing with spider babies.
Title: Stark Naked
Pairing: T’Stuckony (T’Challa/Steve/Bucky/Tony)
Warnings: mentions of Mpreg. Mpreg!Tony.
The pitter patter of footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder and louder by the second. It was soon followed by the heavy thumps of larger steps.
Tony sat idly by on one of the many couches, massaging his rounded stomach and soothing what little he could of his daughter apparently tap dancing on his bladder. Soon he was going to make a quick trip to the restroom, seeing as his daughter didn’t seem to want to lighten up, but first he wanted to see what all the yelling was about. He knew Bucky had gone to give Peter a bath, a plain task that didn’t require shouting, so he didn’t see a reason why Bucky’s voice was booming down the hall and why footsteps were happening.
Sure enough, making an appearance and crossing the corner, his two year old son came barreling down in nothing but his birthday suit. Buck nude and showing the world his naked glory with a toothy grin.
Shortly after him came Bucky with a towel in his hands, his hair soaked, his shirt clinging to his body (which was an incredible sight) and wet spots decorating his pants. He looked to have just returned from an intense workout, and seeing how Peter managed to escape his hold, he probably had.
“Peter!” Bucky shouted again, reaching out to try and wrap Peter in the towel but failing when Peter decided to round the coffee table, giggling the entire time.
Steve, who was sitting next to Tony and had been running fingers over the swell of his stomach, watched the pair fondly with a smirk that grew wider and wider the longer Bucky failed to catch Peter. T’Challa was leaning against the wall with his phone out and recording the entire thing. Tony was going to demand a copy of it.
Eventually, after three more circles around the coffee table, Bucky managed to outsmart the two year old by turning back and letting Peter run into his arms instead. “Got you! Little nudist, we’re finishing your bath.”
Peter gave a shriek as Bucky lifted him up and kicked his legs playfully when Bucky threw him over his shoulder.
“Need some help there, Buck?” Steve couldn’t help but say. “Looks like you had yourself a prison break.”
“No, Steve, I don’t need help. Little punk took off the moment he attacked me with water. He’s every bit as conniving as his mother.”
Tony grinned. “That’s my boy!”
“Gotta say, I thought for sure mixing your brain with Bucky’s attitude was going to be a world domination waiting to happen, but so far Bucky’s been receiving the end of his scheming. I approve of it,” Steve said as his fingers returned to run over the swollen stomach. “Tell me you’re going to send that video to everyone.”
“Doing so as we speak,” T’Challa nodded.
Soon enough their phones received the video from their group text chat. Clint and Sam were for sure going to get a kick out of watching Bucky running after the little nudist that was Peter and failing to catch him. Natasha would never let him see the end of it. Rhodey would use this as another reason to continue his quote of “You fell in love with the guy. You knew what you were getting into,” every time either one of them did something downright ridiculous.
From down the hall Bucky’s voice was heard. “You couldn’t have given me at least ten minutes before sending that video to everyone?”
The three grinned. No they couldn’t.
“Hopefully our little girl isn’t as rebellious as Peter,” Steve commented and looking at the swell.
Tony knew better than to hope. Peter had been calm and quiet during the pregnancy, naturally they believed him to be a placid child, but the moment he was born all hell broke loose. They could chuck it out as being first time parents and getting the hang of things, but Peter was downright rambunctious. Tony was not going to make the same mistake again of assuming their daughter to be well-behaved simply because she wasn’t as active. Fool him once, shame on you. Fool him twice? He was blaming their inherited genius on it. Only a child from Tony Stark would be able to fool their parents.
“You can dream, Steve,” Tony poked his shoulder. “Help me up, I gotta pee.”
“I have the right to be bossy. Now hurry, or I’m going on this couch.”
Three years later it was deja vu all over again.
“Gwen! Gwen you get back here right now!”
Similarly to before, Gwen came running down the hall and turned the same corner Peter had when he broke for freedom. The near-three year old rounded the same coffee table, jumped when Steve nearly had her in his grasp and rushed to the kitchen instead of making another turn.
This time it was T’Challa sitting next to him, running his palm over Tony’s swollen stomach where their son was resting. His other hand held his phone as he recorded the entire scene. Bucky was sitting on another couch with a sleeping Peter using his thigh as a pillow.
“Now I see the fun in this. Need some help, Stevie?”
A shriek and a loud “Ha! Got you fair and square,” and soon Steve appeared again with Gwen in his arms wrapped in the towel. “No, I don’t need help.” He sent a fond glare to Tony. “That brain of yours is dangerous when put on children. Now I know how Bucky felt.”
“Still feel that way,” Bucky said. “The older he gets the move devious. Get the feeling he’ll get rid of us the moment he doesn’t need us.”
“Nah, he loves Tony too much for that. Get rid of us three sure, but Tony he’s keeping.”
Bucky thought it over and nodded in approval. “True. Can’t argue with that. I wouldn’t get rid of Tony, either.”
“Can you not talk about getting rid of me or not getting rid of me while I’m in the same room. I’ll start to think you’re all using me,” Tony said, looking suspiciously at them all.
T’Challa leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Never. If they wish to get rid of you I’ll get rid of them first.”
“How about we don’t get rid of anyone and you send that video already.”
Steve groaned before heading back down the hall to finish the bath.
Rhodey’s voice echoed in his head as Tony watched the video that arrived on the group text chat and read Rhodey’s reply. ‘You fell in love with them. You knew what you were getting into.’
Yeah, he fell in love with them. He knew what he was getting into, he just didn’t expect it was going to be this ridiculous. And, frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
T’Challa pressed his body close. “I am most adamant that our son will be as rowdy as his siblings.”
“Past two experiences are telling us it is. He won’t even settle down right now,” Tony said and shut his eyes at the sensation of their son making another movement shortly after kicking his side. “Think we’re about to get our biggest challenge yet.”
“Nothing we’re unprepared for now.”
“Another bout of sleepless nights? For sure we’re prepared for that, and everything else Peter and Gwen had done, but having three hyper children together?” Tony slumped on the couch from the idea alone. He was going to die. He was sure of it. Thankfully, he had three strong and healthy partners that could decide between them who’s turn was it to rock the baby to sleep. “Think it’s too much to ask for a calm child this once?”
T’Challa and Bucky chuckled. “With your brain, doll? We’d be lucky if they’re the silent inventing type. Their minds are constantly running,” Bucky said, running his fingers through Peter’s soft locks.
Perhaps, but it couldn’t hurt to hope for a behaved child instead of another set of pitter pattering footsteps.
Two months later and Tony wanted nothing more than to take those words back.
Standing outside a neonatal incubator, his chest was filled with anguish as he watched his newborn sleep with wires strapped to his body. A box acting as a barrier between him and his baby. The only signs of life being his little chest slowly rising and the soft beep of the heart monitor.
Outside of the room where the incubator rested were T’Challa, Bucky and Steve standing by the window and looking mournfully inside. Visiting hours were soon to be over and they had given their time to their baby, devoting the last few minutes remaining for Tony alone, but soon they were required to leave. Tony didn’t want to leave, not without his baby. He wanted his child with them. He’ll think they were abandoning him if they left.
Tony didn’t react when T’Challa join him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Anthony, we must go.”
“I don’t want to leave him.”
“We are not. We will return for him, but we must let him rest and recuperate.”
“But what if we leave and he doesn’t. What if he doesn’t get better and we leave him here all alone? What if he thinks we don’t love him?”
T’Challa kissed his forehead. “He knows we love him with all of our hearts, especially you. And you must have faith. Our son is strong and was eager to greet us. Now he must regain his energy.”
Fear clutched at him. “I’m scared we won’t be able to see him again.”
“We will. First thing in the morning, we will. Have faith in him.”
Tony did, even with worry in his heart he did. His baby was strong, strong like his siblings, strong like his fathers’. He was going to pull through.
Tiny footsteps pattered over carpet and a childish giggle joined them. On unbalanced legs Miles sauntered out of the hallway, not buck-naked, and having recently learned how to walk and already trying to get his chubby legs to move faster. Behind him T’Challa wandered out, fast enough to keep up with Miles and slow enough to not actually reach him.
Joy and pride filled Tony’s heart as he watched the pair circle the coffee table. Bucky had his phone out and was recording them. Steve had Peter and Gwen by his sides and were encouraging Miles to keep going.
“I will catch you, little inkwenkwezi, there is no escape!”
Miles giggled and rushed to Tony, asking to be lifted. Tony obliged and pampered his tiny chubby face with kisses. Miles shrieked in response.
“Foiled again,” T’Challa sat down in surrender. “He has escaped me.”
Bucky patted his shoulder, pressing buttons on his phone to send the video to their friends. “Happens to the best of us.”
The replies they received on the group text chat were positive and encouraging and pure delight. Everyone had feared for Miles, but now watching him grow everyday and get stronger, they couldn’t be more relieved and proud.
Rhodey’s expected ‘You fell in love with them, you knew what you were getting into’ was joined by a ‘I’m happy for you.’
This is my shoplifting story, this isn’t to scare you or to command you to stop; I just want to share with you my experience.
My name is Allyson and I am sixteen years old and I live in Texas. I happened upon the shoplifting side of tumblr earlier this day and it inspired me to share with you this.
Around this time last year, even more towards November, I shoplifted as much as all of the hauls I’ve scrolled through. I would go to Forever 21, Sephora, Ulta, Pacsun, HM, and basically stores of the kind. My hauls were anywhere from $10-$600. I was stealing makeup, clothes, accessories, and everything in between. The thought of getting caught always lingered in my mind. I can’t describe why I wasn’t as scared of it. Don’t get me wrong, the sight of a security officer scared the shit out of me, but the idea of getting caught was almost a fantasy. I was getting all this cool shit, so it didn’t really take effect on me. Even if it did, I wasn’t going to stop. I had a bigger wardrobe, a bigger makeup collection. For the first time I had many expensive things. Getting caught was scary, but my savings definitely were not.
Around March 2013, I was at the mall with my friends. We went almost every weekend at this point. Never even getting noticed for our sneaky fingers. We went to JCP, Sephora, Old Navy, Claires, etc. We were about to leave when we decided to go back to JCP. Now let me tell you, we were sneaky. very sneaky. We were not blatant. We read hundreds of articles, found a million different snippets of information to help us out. It only takes one guy to notice you. One. To go “hey they might steal something”.
This is the part most do not like to hear. I’m very sorry about this, but I really want to share this with you all. A bored guy in a monitor-filled room notices you, and it could all be over.
I was caught. We left the store and a very large man walks out the door and bellowed, “come with me”. He even smiled, that sly bastard.
I remember thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening.” “Is this real?”
That walk was the longest walk of my life. The walk to the back room. Time literally slowed around me. We walked into the back. We had already given him most of the things at one of the cash registers.
“If you lie, we have to fill it out in the report”. Of course we did. We had over $400 of merchandise between the three of us.
He eventually checked our bags. He found things, obviously. This part is a bit blurry, but I will try my best to tell you everything that happened.
He separated the merchandise by store. Then we called our parents. That was literally the worst thing I ever had to do in my entire life. They sounded extremely disappointed. It was the definition of terrible. From that back room, we entered another room (this one filled with the monitors), while the man called the police. I still have scars from sitting in that chair and digging my nails into my skin from fright. Our parents came and sat with us until the police arrived. The whole time the large man telling us we’ll have to spend the night in Juvy, obviously scaring the shit out of me even more.
I’m going to get through this part a bit faster.
The police showed up and we were charged with a Class B Misdemeanor Theft. In Texas that basically meant we stole more than $50 but less than $500. If you are not a minor, that is a sentence of confinement in jail for a term of not more than 180 days a fine of not more than $2,000, or both. Though, we were minors. We ended up not going to juvy, but were let go to our parents.
Literally worst car ride of my life. No yelling, just complete silence from my parents.
My parents received a bill from JCP of $339 in the mail around 2 weeks letter and I was scheduled to see an officer about my misdemeanor. I was given three months of classes to clear it from my record, and three months of probation.
So I’ll leave you with this.
I desperately wished somebody had told me this, and more importantly, that I would have listened.
It feels like it will never happen to you, but why potentially ruin your life by trying? Sorry for that spiel. I remember hating reading that kind of stuff, but it’s so entirely true; its scary. Some instances, you could potentially ruin your chances of a job and college.
I relate to all of you, I truly do. I am the same teenage girl, going through the same things.
While writing this, I had to take multiple breaks because recalling this is truly an extremely hard thing to do. I’ve had nightmares about this. It’s truly awful and I will never think of shoplifting the same way I did. As something fun.
If you have ANY questions, message me. Seriously, as long as it’s nothing rude, I will answer you. I promise.
. (Your choice)I do this so many of you all can see this. I am not sponsored by anyone to share my story; this is because I care about you all and I don’t want to see you go through what I went through.
Thank you very much if you got this far with me!
[Note: Sorry if this post has some badly written parts, going back through it and reading what happened to me literally almost makes me cry, so I cannot go back and go through it! Very sorry.]
I got too close. Too close to the truth and too far from being careful. That was why I was here. My father, Clifford Blossom, had always seen me as a disobedient, useless human being. Jason was the golden boy and Cheryl and I were the other two that hadn’t been planned. Cheryl was treated badly, but I seemed to be treated worse. It only got worse when I started dating Jughead. Before that, Cheryl and I had pretty much been on the same stress level. Careful of every move as we knew that they would only be viewed by our parents as wrong or selfish. Now I could barely look into their eyes without being told off or punished. I never told Jughead though, I didn’t need him feeling as though it was all his fault that I was being treated like a servant in my own home.