All right, y’all seem to love hate me for my post about everyone’s reactions to Peter’s death, but a lot of you are telling me that Tony’s gonna die instead - and you know what, I agree. I am terrified of that, because Peter has the protection of sequels - beyond Avengers 4, Tony doesn’t. Also, I appear to be “surviving” the wait by imagining character deaths and y’all will share my pain. So in that case, what do I wanna see?
I want it to be protecting Peter. If my baby’s gonna go out, it’s going to be while being a dad because if there’s one death Tony absolutelycannot survive, it’s Peter’s.
I want to see Peter realize what Tony is about to do. I want to hear him beg Tony not to in his raw young voice, struggle to get Tony of the way.
I want Tony to hold his position, his mask closed so Peter can’t see how terrified he is, until the blow lands.
I want Rhodey and Strange to watch it all in horror, but they can’t do anything about it, not in time, not if they want to live to see Peter through the battle, ,so they just jump in to provide cover as Peter starts to react.
I want Peter tear the entire helmet off and start on Tony’s armor so he can get to the wound, stop the bleeding, anything to save his third father figure.
I want Tony to grab Peter’s hands and hold them tight, whispering for Peter to stop, just stop.
I want Peter to obey, but he’s crying and stammering “I can’t lose another dad.”
I want Tony to smile, weak but genuinely smiling, and say that he couldn’t have had a better son.
I want Tony to die smiling because he died protecting who he loved.
I want Tony to die smiling because he’s finally free of the PTSD and the criticism and the constant fear for his loved ones’ lives.
I want Tony to die saying that he loves Peter, the best son any man could have.
I want Peter to smile through his tears because he’s wanted to hear that for two years.
I want Peter to whisper “Tony?” when Tony’s eyes slide shut.
I want Peter to cry “Dad!” and start shaking him when he doesn’t respond.
I want Strange to pull Peter away, his voice strong and steady, but his hands are shaking like earthquakes, and the cloak is trying to hug them both.
I want Rhodey to say nothing at all because he needs to be strong for Peter, but underneath his mask he’s just drowning in tears because that is his lifelong best friend lying dead on the ground.
I want Steve to stop and stare because the man he’s always accused of being selfish just sacrificed himself without a moment’s thought and died with only Peter on his mind.
I want Bucky to falter because that’s three Starks he couldn’t save, because maybe Tony didn’t die by his hand, but he wasn’t in the right place to protect him, to protect his friend’s son.
I want Gamora and Quill to run over, stabbing and shooting anything that tries to stop them, and drop to their knees and give Peter a pep talk because yes, they’ve been there, but Peter can’t give in to the grief now.
I want Peter to snap out of it and look up, his eyes full of icy rage, and pull his mask back on. And then, in the coldest possible voice, in a voice that should never come from a teenager, I want him to say “Activate Instant Kill” as those glowing red pinpricks zero in on Thanos.
I want Wanda to sense his intentions and scream out a warning, trying to fling out a scarlet shield to pin Peter down, but he slides beneath it.
I want Sam to fly in to try to catch him, but Peter only uses him as a sticking point for his webs.
I want Wong to try to divert him with portals, but Peter dodges every single one.
I want the adults to share a look and a nod and charge towards Thanos behind Peter, because maybe they shouldn’t stop him. Because maybe, in his rage, with his powers and tech, with a hoard of others to back him up-
Maybe Peter can win.
And if he can’t, they’ll still fight to keep him alive.
And if they can’t do that, they won’t let him die alone and unavenged.
After spending the night patching up her crime fighting boyfriend, Y/n Stark has to explain to her father why she has a boy’s t-shirt on her floor. Tony Stark isn’t an easy one to pass something over and with minimal digging, he gets his answers.
@rachel-mariah-lynn requested: I was wondering if you could do a ‘having a baby with tom holland would include’ because im unable to find that certain one anywhere.
this was fun to write but im not sure if i did a good job, i wrote this while my wifi was out at around midnight!! i hope you enjoy, all criticism is welcome this is my first time writing a piece in this format.
requests are open!!
when your cravings kick in tom rushes to make whatever you need, even if it’s pickles and peanut butter saying something along the lines of “babe ill cook whatever and if i have to look up the recipe i will.”
while picking out names tom obviously says, “well if it’s a boy y/n jr and if it’s a girl y/n jr! it’s the most logical thing darling”
when you can’t sleep because the baby keeps kicking tom stays up with you to read it a story. even if he got home from work late or has to go in early he is by your side through it all.
when the baby kicks for the first time the smile on his face is glowing proudly and a tear runs down his face.
“boy or girl me and mama will love you till the end of the world” while tom is cooking he sings horrible free styles to the baby.
“y/n i’m gonna be the best dad ever. not just that we’re gonna be the best parents ever”
painting the baby’s room a light pastel green because that suits a boy or a girl, tom thinks that it’s a good idea to paint your tummy as well just so the baby can get an idea of what his/her room will be like.
when shopping for baby clothes tom can’t help but grab the spider-man onesies.
“but please babe!” “you can have two spider-man’s running around the house”
when you finally give in tom has the largest smile on his face as he walks around the store, while your pushing the cart tom would wrap his arms around you tapping your belly lightly as he’d hum in your ear.
even if it’s 2am tom would fetch you a large fry, large iced tea, and a big mac from mcdonalds and just because he loves you so much he would go the extra mile and get an oreo mcfleury for you and a caramel sundae with extra caramel for him.
when your water breaks tom would first ask why you dropped your water bottle before realization hits him.
“oh fuck!” he’d shout “it’s really happening i’m gonna be a dad!” tom would get overly excited.
“tom i’m not having this baby in a bath tub call the damn ambulance for god sake” you would have to shout at him.
toms hands would be shaking as he dialled the three numbers. tom would try to soothe you saying thing like, “soon you will be a mother”, “they’re coming soon hold it together”, “in here with you every step of the way, y/n darling your never alone in this journey.”
after the child is born tom would be in the room with you secretly wondering what it is covered in before it gets washed.
when you’re told it’s a baby boy you and tom decided that mitchell harrison holland will be the full name of your baby boy.
while tom is holding him, tom and you sharing the hospital bed he would say cute things to him, “hey mitchy welcome to the world”, “this is daddy and that is mommy”, “i love you mitchy, daddy loves you.”
tom would look at this little boy in awe and in complete shock wondering how he and you could make something so beautiful and pure.
tom trying to figure out breast feeding.
“so he just gets to suck your nipple?”
when harrison comes to visit tom is overjoyed that he gets to introduce mitchell his son to his godfather harrison.
when it’s finally time to take mitchell home tom can’t wait to show him his room.
mitch is already in his spider-man onesie and tom can’t wait to wear his suit now knowing that his son at home is matching him.
when it’s late at night and the baby starts screaming you begin to get up hoping that all he’s just hungry or needs a diaper change.
tom also gets up telling you “no it’s okay babe i got it” or “i’ll go check on him you get some sleep love” he’ll even place a light kiss on your forehead trying to get you to lay back down.
after some three am bickering tom and you both get up to assist a screaming mitchell.
when you pick him up he continues crying but when tom takes him from your hands it immediately hushes into small sniffles.
tom then takes a seat in the large rocking chair that has a large comfy cushion at the bottom and one supporting the back.
with mitchell in his arms tom pats his lap tiredly looking at you, you go and sit on his lap, “lay down and get some sleep.”
you would rest your head on the arm rest of the chair that had a soft cushion and your bum would be right in toms lap as he would let his arms rest on what’s left of your small baby bump.
slowly you would hear toms breath begin to slow and you knew he was asleep, mitchell obviously was sound asleep and now you could be sound asleep because you knew that both of your boys were safe and sound right here with you.
This is something new I’m trying where the reader is a Lawyer for Tony Stark but after the Avengers get back together after the Accords Ross is still coming after them. Tony Stark wants the reader to get Ross off their backs but what happens when Ross decides to play a little dirty?
“What is this, Tony?” Steve looked from the sheets in his hand.
“It’s a resume.” Steve stared at the man. “Y/N L/N, she’s my go to lawyer. When I met her she had only just started at her firm. She had just finished a case and was handing it in to Hayden Hughes, the Managing Partner at the firm, when I was in his office. Instead of taking me to a senior partner to sign with, he told me to sign with the girl. I’ve never regretted it.”
Steve looked back at the paper. “So you trust her.” It wasn’t a question.
“Listen, Rogers, if there’s anyone you can get you out of your predicament, shall we say, it’s her. Her record runs on a strictly win-only basis.”
“She’s worth a shot, Steve. I may have only met her for twenty minutes once before when she was getting Tony to sign something but she’s a good kid. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone keep him in line as well as she did apart from Pepper.” Bruce looked up from his StarkPad to affirm Tony’s praise of the lawyer.
“Hey! I’m not that bad!”
Natasha spoke up from her quiet conversation with Clint. “You’re only proving his point, Stark. Besides, this L/N lady can’t be that bad; she’s from the best law firm in New York, Hughes and Wood, which means she came from Harvard, the best law university in the country. She’s used to working cases which have high stakes so she knows discretion is key.”
“What’s the worst that she can do? We’re already wanted fugitives.” Wanda quipped in her thick accent.
“Call her, Stark. Let’s see what she can do.”
“No need, Mr Rogers, Mr Stark already called.” You waltzed out the elevator bags scattering your body. “But more importantly, I brought the Chinese.”
“We’ve already eaten.” Steve turned to look at you front on.
You laughed. “Oh that would be a good joke if takeout menus weren’t scattered across the coffee table, members of your team weren’t holding the aforementioned menus, half the people didn’t perk up at the thought of food and I didn’t get all of your favourites.”
“How would you know our favourites? You have never met us.” Wanda queried. Her distrust for you was clear on her face and through her body language.
“Then how can I do this, Miss Maximoff?” You plopped most of the bags on the floor apart from the food. “Crispy Shredded Beef for Mr Stark, Chicken Chow Mein for Dr Banner, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls for Captain Rogers, Szechuan Spare Ribs for Miss Romanoff, King Prawn Chop Suey for Mr Barton, Honey Pork for Mr Odinson, House Special Foo Yung for Miss Maximoff, Special Crispy Noodles for Mr Vision, Singapore Mixed Meat Chow Mein for King T’Challa, Stir Fried Mushrooms in Black Bean Sauce for Mr Lang, Shrimp Chow Mein for Colonel Rhodes, Beef Shanghai Style for Mr Wilson, Chicken Singapore Noodles for Mr Parker, and finally Crispy Chicken Fillet and Roast Duck Fried Rice for Sergeant Barnes.” You finished as you placed the final tub on the table.
“Oh that’s it. She’s my favourite lawyer.” Clint fist pumped the air dramatically.
You raised an expectant eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you miss the memo? I wasn’t done. I also got Prawn Crackers, Prawn Toast, Crispy Seaweed, Spring Rolls, Crispy Wontons, Salt and Pepper King Prawns, Honey Roast Spare Ribs, Yung Chow Fried Rice, Fried Dumplings, Deep Fried Crab Claws, Aromatic Crispy Duck and finally Fortune Cookies for a bit of fun.”
“I think I’m in love.” Scott whispered, staring at you.
Ignoring the blubbering man, you pulled out a gift bag from the collection around your feet. “Sorry I couldn’t make your birthday Mr Stark, you know I had court the next day and you can’t arrive in court under influence.”
“Sure thing, Bunny, no worries.” The man smirked as the nickname came out again. Apparently when you were working or thinking your nose scrunched up and Tony had made it his job to entitle you with a nickname because of it; he thought of Bunny to be a sufficient name. Either way, everybody was watching with rapt attention as Tony removed the black tissue paper from the top of the bag and pulled out the box inside. Tony’s face lit up at the sight, prompting the question.
“What did Lawyer Lady get ya, Tin Man?” Sam asked expectantly, like a petulant child.
Thankfully Vision saved him from his despair. “It appears to be a Glen Garioch 46 Year Old 1958 Whiskey, average pricing around $2,777.”
Low whistles ran throughout the men of the room.
“Vis! You don’t tell people the price of gifts!” Wanda gave an exclamatory hiss in said man’s direction causing him to frown in thought.
“Damn, L/N. That’s good whiskey.” Sam addressed you but his eyes were still on the bottle.
“If you play your cards right, Mr Wilson, you might get gifts like that too.”
He shot you a flirty smirk. “I’ll play you any cards you want if it gets you around here more often.”
“I’m surrounded by people like Mr Stark, and more, all day, Mr Wilson, you’re going to have to do better than that.” You pouted slightly at the man, fully enjoying the little exchange.
“I like her. I’ve been telling you for a long time, Birdbrain, you’ve got to up your game.” James permitted himself to join the conversation.
“Damn, and here I was thinking the only person you like was you boyfriend: The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.”
“Didn’t you get anything for yourself, Miss L/N?” Peter asked you as he leant forward to get his noodles.
“I got the Szechuan Spare Ribs. They’re the best thing on the menu.” You replied with a nod towards Natasha.
“Amen to that, sestra!” She raised her beer to you and it reminded you of the other bag.
You pulled out the beer that you had brought with you, alongside the Chinese. “Vy khotite drugogo?” You held out a bottle for her.
“Ty govorish’ po-russki?” She looked surprised as she took the bottle.
You nodded. “My parents were quite pushy and strict when I was younger. They made sure I knew as many languages as I could so I would be well prepared for life.” You took a can opener from your bag; you were starting to feel like Mary Poppins. Carefully popping the cap off your bottle, you offered the opener to Natasha and she gratefully accepted.
“It’ll be fun to have another Russian speaker in the mix.” James stirred his food quietly before taking a bite.
“The Three Musketeers.” Clint raised his bottle to us jokingly.
“Any other talents we should know about, Sweetcheeks?” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and you simply gave him an unimpressed look.
“Alongside Russian and English, I also speak French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Latin, Italian, and Mandarin. Fluently. Mum made me do Ballet and Gymnastics whilst my Dad made me do martial arts whilst growing up. And I had to learn the piano at school.” You listed them off with an impressive air of nonchalance.
“You have the skill set to join the Avengers.” Scott announced dramatically whilst chewing on his mushrooms.
“And you clearly didn’t read the resume.” You quickly rebutted, taking a swig of your beer.
“What’s making you say that?”
“Honestly, Mr Lang, it’s obvious.” You shook your head to yourself. “The only people who have read my resume in this room is Mr Stark about 9 years ago; Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton and Sergeant Barnes all have read it because they wanted to assess my threat level to themselves individually and the team, hence why they have been carrying most of the conversation as they are trying to evaluate me; Mr Vision will have read my resume due to the fact that he has never seen or interacted with a lawyer before; and finally Captain Rogers will have read my resume as he doesn’t trust me in the slightest right now, his feet are angled ever so slightly towards me showing interest, he hasn’t spoken at all to me apart from a defensive lie at the beginning and now he’s contemplating on how to talk to Tony about me after I’m gone without causing conflict. Tell me I’m wrong.” No one said anything. You stood up from your seat and gathered your bags. “Mr Stark, I presume I’m in the usual room?”
Tony let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, Bunny. Please just call me Tony for the millionth time.”
“Of course, Tony.” The pair of you shared knowing smiles as you picked the bags up and disappeared down the hallway.