Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.
Word Count: 1767
Warnings: I don’t even think I swore :o
A/N: Hey guys! I know a took a bit of a break from writing. Thank you to those of you who were supportive. That meant a lot to me. Anyway, I’ve had this idea for a while, and I felt like getting it down, finally. I’ll turn into a mini-series and go off there based on feedback. It’s mostly an Avengers fic, but there will be subtle Bucky parts, too. Enjoy💛
“And finally, the backup IT quarters. This is where all the out-of-building tech goes on, like our jets, safe houses, comms. It’s also a backup for our in-house systems. Makes things a lot easier.” Roland says.
Our small group nods in awe, twirling around, gazing at all the Stark technology like we have been since the beginning of our tour. “Many of you will be here, managing things that occur outside of the building.” Roland, our guide, continues, beginning to walk through the quarters.
We follow him like lost puppies, all seven of us. In our short introduction to each other, I had gotten three names: Henry, Mya, and Dania. I hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to the others, but I hope to soon. I want to have a good relationship with my coworkers.
Summary: You’re a high school grad who lost your mother and doesn’t know their father. You are hoping to get an internship at Stark Tower. You were fascinated with Tony Stark and his technology. Little did you know he was your father. You first met Bucky and you instantly feel something.
Warnings: death, funeral, cursing, guilt, lust ( think that is it)
You never met your father. Your mum always told you that he left her before he even knew about you. You always wondered would he have stayed if he had known about you? Why didn’t she ever reach out to him? Did she keep it a secret because she didn’t know who he was? You hardly ever asked about him because you felt that if you asked too much your mum would feel as though she wasn’t enough. But the definitely was not the case.
You just wanted to know more about yourself. Were you more like your father or mum? What was he like. Was he tall? What color are his eyes? What did he do for a living? What was his favorite thing to do? Would he have been a good father? You would make up different scenarios in your head. You just wanted to know if your life would have been different if you would’ve had him in your life or at least met him. You hoped that on your 18th birthday your mom would finally tell you. You thought you were finally old enough to understand.
You had lived a life within the walls of Shield, known as one of the most ruthless agents Nick Fury had ever recruited. After the fall of the infamous number of Agents, You find yourself in a life of routine and boredom - that is until you get a call from none other than Maria Hill. Now under the work of Steve Rogers, you are set on a path to destroy the greatest threat the world will face. Now faced with an unlikely relationship, you find yourself opening up to the man who played a part in destroying what you called home - James Barnes.
Notes: Cursing, Tension.
Let me know what you think. We’ll see how many notes this gets and I’ll see if I’ll do a part two. :)
Break-Up Part 2 (Peter Parker x Tony Stark's Daughter!Reader)
(A/N) Hi guys! So quite a few of you requested a part two to Break-Up, and in a late night (I’m talking 3 AM) phase, I wrote this. It’s terrible and shitty, and I apologize so much. Don’t worry, despite this being a terrible part two, I’ll let you all know there is going to be a part three, and honestly probably a part four in the future. I have no clue where this is going but hopefully I redeem myself later on.
Bright red lights. Bright red lights, and blaring alarms. I was woken up in the middle of the night, my room glowing red under the emergency system lights, the darkness outside of my window suggested it was still the middle of the night.
I sat up in my bed hesitantly. I knew about this protocol, but it never had to be used. There was never a danger as enough for this. The bright red lights continued to flash slowly, fading in and out. The alarm still blared, but my ears grew used to it, slowly shutting out the noise.
I climbed out of my bed and began walking towards my bedroom door. Fear washed over me, simply for the fact that for once in my life, the emergency protocols were activated. Wherever my dad was, I worried about him. Had he set off the alarms? Or was this a trap? Or, was this all just a drill?
I was hoping this was a drill.
I reached my door, but I wasn’t ready to open it yet, nervous about what was outside. I tapped the touch screen lock next to the door, but the screen never illuminated.
“Jarvis?” I asked the air, my voice hushed. I tapped the glass a few times more. I realized this wasn’t a drill.
I ran over to my closet, quickly opening it and finding the loose floorboard, pulling it up to grab a box. Inside, an early version of my dads armor blasters. It was only the hand piece, but that was all the protection he thought I’d need.
I walked back over to my door, taking a few short breathes before pulling open the door. Immediately I winced, moving my one hand to block the sounds from reaching my ears. The alarms were louder out here, the sound echoing and reverberating louder than from in my room.
I held my one arm straight out, arming myself in case something popped out of somewhere unexpectedly. I walked around the open corridor, searching for any sign or reason for the alarms to have been sounded, but nothing alerted me.
At the same time, I was hoping I’d see my dad, or at least hear him walking around too. But, nothing, his bed seemed undisturbed, and I didn’t see him anywhere on this floor.
After searching the residential floor of Stark Tower, and finding nothing, I disarmed the blasters, placing them on the kitchen island which was positioned on the cusp of the kitchen and main floor lobby.
I stood there for a moment, trying to understand what was happening, when a large tap came from the large windows in front of me. Standing there, or should I say dangling there, was Spiderman, my ex.
I walked over, clearly showing the anger in my face and unlocking the one window, walking away again. Peter struggled to climb in the window, and rushed over to me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, anger rising in my voice.
“Didn’t Mr. Stark, er—your dad tell you? My spider-crime-detector-thing? It’s set up with Stark Tower technology, along with the emergency protocols too.” Peter said, holding up his hand to show me the watch like device. He put his hands up to his face, pulling the mask off. He was slightly out of breath and sweaty—and perfect. I shook my head. “When these alarms started to go off, so did my tech.”
I picked up the arm blaster that I’d placed on the kitchen island and started to walk back to my room. Peter followed, keeping a light jog to keep up with my fast pace.
“JARVIS! PROTOCOL 478, MANUAL DISENGAGEMENT!” I yelled loudly to the ceiling as I walked back into my messy room. The alarms stopped, along with the flashing lights.
“Ms. Stark, is everything alright?” Jarvis, the Towers intelligence system, asked.
“I’m just fine Jarvis. Do you happen to know where my dad is?” I asked as I walked around my room, packing up one of my backpacks.
“Locating Mr. Stark…. Locating Mr. Stark….. Ms. Stark, your father is not on the premises,” the ceiling called back.
“Thank you Jarvis.”
I continued to pack my bag, throwing a few extra clothes and precautions into it, before zipping it up and walking out. Again, Peter followed.
“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I didn’t want to!” Peter called, obviously talking about our breakup.
“Peter, it happened two weeks ago, get over it!” I called back. The elevator opened after a few seconds, but again Peter didn’t leave me alone.
“I can’t!” He pulled on my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. “I can’t get over it, because I still love you!”
I tried to look away, but he continued to talk.
“I broke up with you because dating a superhero is dangerous! And perilous! And—”
“Peter, I can’t trust you anymore, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my father!” The elevator reached street level and i walked out into the brisk New York streets. I took a deep breath of the night air.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Spiderman standing next to me, his face hiding his identity once again.
“Peter, what are you doing?” I asked as he walked over and placed his hands on my waist.
“Proving to you that you can still trust me.”
He took a deep breath before shooting his webs towards the sky, creating a web that we swung through the streets on.
Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, (also, Sam WIlson makes a brief appearance, so there’s that)
Warnings: Smut between Pietro and the reader. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, my dudes). Swearing.
Author’s Note: I came up with this idea, and @bovaria picked the character. And then I found this picture, so it must have been meant to be. JUST LOOK AT HIM UGH. Anyway, enjoy!
Your night started out with laundry and
a string of heavily-accented foreign words being yelled loudly from down the
hallway, and even to your untrained ears, they sounded like expletives. You
were taking your dirty clothes down to the laundry room in the tower, and
before you hit the door, you could already tell that it was Pietro who was shouting.
With one hand holding your laundry basket against your hip, you pushed through
the door slowly, assessing the situation. Pietro stood in front of one of the various
washing machines, a scowl set across his face.
“Hey, Piet. What’s going on?” You asked,
cautiously walking closer to him. You set your basket on the floor in front of
an empty washing machine next to him, then turned to look at the one he was
“Stark and his damn technology,” Pietro
muttered to you, his accent thicker than normal. You’d come to learn that that
happened when he was angry. “I cannot get it to work,” he snapped, glaring
daggers at the “error” message that blinked on the screen above the appliance.
Tony had taken it upon himself to upgrade nearly every electronic and household
appliance in the tower, and while some of you were adapting quickly, others
were having a great deal of trouble. Pietro seemed to be one of the latter. He
was constantly getting into arguments with inanimate objects (some of which
could talk back to him—oh, the wonders of artificial intelligence) and he’d
already broken several things, much to Tony’s dismay.
Bucky x Reader Summary When your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with Bucky. WC 1387 Warnings Kissing and touching (PG), Max being rough and handy AN This is the second last part. I’m very excited about it and I hope that you’ve all enjoyed it! Updates on Tuesdays.
When you awoke for the second time that morning, the sun was shining through the window and you felt a million times better than earlier. Bucky still had his arms wrapped around you and you smiled.
Raising your arms above your head you stretched out, inadvertently pushing your bottom closer to Bucky.
He rocked his hips against you, and rasped, “Well, good morning to you, too.” You giggled and he kissed your neck, biting down on your pulse, and whispered, “See? Not faking it.”
You arched your body into him when suddenly you both heard a gasp and the bedroom door slam shut.
You tried to jump up to see who it was but Bucky held you tighter, whispering, “It was Ysabelle. I heard her skulking around and saw her dark hair when she opened the door.”
You relaxed a bit in his arms, “Why would she be up here, coming to our bedroom?”
He shrugged, “I’m guessing she was checking up on us, particularly you. Perhaps she’s not what she seems?”
“But you already knew that, didn’t you?” you rolled your eyes at him, “And that’s why you were flirting with her the other day.” He didn’t respond, only smirked at you, “Dammit. Don’t I feel like an ass.”
“It’s okay, doll, I’m just better at this than you are,” he poked your side making you laugh, “Besides, it’s better that she saw this; when she reports to whoever she’s reporting to, this is normal.”
“Mmm hmm,” you wiggled in his arms, sighing, “I have to get ready for today. I wish we had had more time to prepare for things.”
“Depending on how today goes, we might be done this mission sooner than expected.”
In the MCU Tony Stark basically symbolizes most technological innovations and now, clean energy. It wouldn’t be surprising to see him suddenly shine with the power of a New God. I would definitely love to read fics where he either realizes he was always different (being able to do things even geniuses couldn’t) or just one day wakes up to a whole new world view and powers of a new god. (Much like Shadowmoon from American Gods)
I’m okay with gen, but extra kudos for either FrostIron (Loki x Tony) or WinterIron (Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Tony)
This is a study of RDJ’s face from the movies. I needed to do more realism studies because I frankly suck at them. = A = gah.