team stark barton

I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING

Since Wanda was invited to the team despite everything imagine if post civil war Loki joins Bruce and Thor to be new avengers with Tony and eventually Team Cap comes back (probably because Thanos or something) and Clint is outraged that Loki is there but Tony is just like “Oh does it bother you that I allowed someone who fucked with your mind onto our team? So sorry.” and he just takes a sip of tea that Bruce made for them while Bruce is smirking in the background. 

Originally posted by evilbjork

The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

anonymous asked:

can i prompt touch starved tony who loves any and all physical contact he has? someone puts a hand on his shoulder? amazing! someone lens into his side at movie night? the best! someone actually hugs him? omg! the avengers start to notice and perhaps do something about it?

Tony is a puppy. He soaks up affection like a sponge. (I threw in some Bucky because I wanted sleepy, helpless Tony.) Look out for under the cut!

You can find this story on my Ao3 here.


Natasha noticed first. She had a leg up on everyone though, having been sent to spy on him. She’d noticed when Pepper would reach out to casually touch him—a pat on the shoulder, playing with his hair, sliding her foot up his calf—and Tony would look ecstatic. At least, as ecstatic as an emotionally constipated person could look. At first she’d thought it was flirting, and Tony was happy to finally have it reciprocated.

But then Jim Rhodes had stopped by and swept Tony up into a hug that brought his feet off the ground, and Tony had made a happy little noise that had… done something to her heart. While Rhodes was visiting, it seemed like they were always touching, whether it was an arm over Tony’s shoulders or Tony pressing his feet against Rhodes’s thigh.

Happy was touchy-feely with Tony, too. Even after boxing matches, when they were both bruised and sometimes bloody but always smiling, they’d lean their shoulders together, or Happy would be escorting Tony somewhere and keep a hand on his elbow. Tony didn’t even fuss, even though usually he would bitch about not needing anyone’s protection.

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Touch Starved Tony

This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.


Tony Stark was a genius practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill. Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college kids years older than he was.

Tony remembers being 4 years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm around his shoulder.

He remembers being 6 an engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.

Then he remembers boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered when he corrected them.

He remembers Christmas break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.

He remembers Obie’s hand on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would never get a hug from Jarvis again.

He remembers having sex for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name. But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.

He remembers the day he realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they wanted if he got even a second of contact.

He remembers the day he realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey shipped out for the first time.

He remembers a string of one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.

He remembers the day he returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.

He remembers dancing with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go when she asked him to.

He remembers killing Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.

He remembers the day the Avengers agreed to move in.

“Jarvis, Jarvis, are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?” Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in. He had to get everything ready.

“Of course, Sir. All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.

“Sir, this is not a date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”

“They’re here! Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done much good.

“Hello Mr. Stark, thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the elevator.

“Still, nice of you to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are searching though. Most likely for a motive.

“It’s not just my home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to keep hold of his boxes.

“Oh yeah, thanks dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get 75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”

“Tony, we don’t need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.

“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.

“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more comfortable.

“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests, and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.

“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of boxes and follows him.

It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress shopping.

“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”

“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs. It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in the suit ever does.

He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.

“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player, remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and then disappears into his lab.

“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.

“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope behind an air of nonchalance.  

“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.

“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.

He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him. They don’t owe him hugs.

Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.

He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls them to the lab.

“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal part of gratitude he could get a hug.

“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.

“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them from his hands.

“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.

“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.

“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.” He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves. Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.

“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues. Tony remains cold, and untouched.  They fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.

The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him, lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.

“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.

“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration, desperately trying to remain silent.

“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.

“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders slightly, his mouth parting against his will.

“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs, face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m sorry.”

“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out, taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn hug.” Clint grumbles.

“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder. Let’s himself be held.

“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into Tony’s hair.  

“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles, hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a bother.”

“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes contact wrapping them both in a hug.

“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her, face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of his head.

“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of air into Tony’s hair.

“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles. Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.

“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him. “Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”

“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still hasn’t made any move to pull away.

“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.” She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.

“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.” Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.

“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand resting on his hip.

“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.

“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm, pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.

They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.

“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he can enjoy this.

Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is, so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of him. It’s a good plan.

“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?” Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2 hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.

“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.” He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”

“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two hours a day, and it will be okay.

“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour, it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?

“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.” Tony nods absently.

“You sure?” Tony asks.

“Definitely.”

He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.

He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to cuddle.

He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.


@ifdragonscouldtalk and @dont-hurt-tony-stark I know you like these, <3

My Master List

Originally posted by patsberry

My Main SPN Series

“Who I Am Inside” (Sister!Winchester)


Other Series

Fresh Pair Of Eyes 

Teardrops On My Guitar Part 1/ Part 2

One-Shots

It’s Not Easy To Be Me (Hunter) (Sister!Winchester) Angst

I Don’t Dance (Dean x Reader) Fluff

Jody’s House (Sister!Winchester) Angst, Fluff

Star Bright (John x daughter!winchester) Fluff

TFW Team Finding You Heart Broken (Sister!Winchester) Angst, Fluff

The Lonely (Sister!Winchester) Angst

When He Left Me (Sister!Winchester) Angst, Fluff

Which Would You Prefer? (Sister!Winchester) Funny

Will You Take Care Of Me? (Sister!Winchester) Fluff

Till I Shatter (Sam Winchester x Reader) Angst, Fluff *New*


Crossover

“Birthday Time Blues” Sister!Winchester (Supernatural/Arrow Crossover)

Chapter 1


Imagines

Imagine #1  (Steve Rogers x Sister!Winchester)

Imagine #2 Sitting alone in your room (Winchester’s x Reader)

Imagine #3 OUAT Crossover (Sister!Winchester)

Imagine #4 Remind Dean (Sister!Winchester)

Imagine #5 Bean Boozled (TFW x Sister!Winchester)

Imagine #6 Last Love Song (Dean x Reader) Angst

Imagine #7 Goodbye My Almost Lover (Sam x Reader) Angst


Drabbles

You’re cute when you get angry

Airplane mode

Hello To My Little Friend

Woah, Sammy?

Sam trying to get you to eat healthy


Angst Challenge

Born With A Gun

Happy Anniversary

I’d Die For You

The Last Goodbye


Head Canon

Sister!Winchester

Sam Winchester x Sister!Winchester *NEW*

Conrad x Reader *NEW*

Originally posted by spaceandaliens

Imagines for The Avengers

Imagine #1  Working for Nick Fury

Imagine #2  Captain America saving you, sister/Winchester


One Shots

Thinking Of You… (Steve Rogers x Reader) Angst, Fluff


Updated 6/14/17

anonymous asked:

okay hear me out: (1/2) after the Avengers are pardoned "everything goes back to normal", Tony is still a ball of anxiety, still doesn't believe in himself tho. And then The Avengers meet with the public, and someone comes over to Tony to talk to him, and they start crying (they way people do when meeting their idols sometime) they tell him how happy they are to meet him, how much they love him and look up to him, how Tony changed their life with all the good things he's done

(2/2) and generally they are just really emotional, and Tony is so stunned, and so touched at the same time. But then Clint and Steve decide to ruin the moment with “wow Stark, you’ve already managed to make someone cry?” and “I’m sorry about him [Tony], can we do something?” respectively. Tony is already shrinking in on himself, but then, unexpectedly this little person Tony was talking to starts to defend him. Their raised voice makes Peter come over. He realizes what’s happening and joins.


The girl looks a bit like a doll with those huge blue eyes and pretty, golden locks. She’s also crying. Which doesn’t make Tony panic at all, or so he tries to convince himself. It’s just, he’s not very good at comforting people. He’s absolutely awful at comforting kids.

And sure, he knew this whole meet-and-greet was a terrible idea, but he didn’t exactly expect people to break down at the sight of him? The kid’s outright sobbing, trying to get a word out but it’s incomprehensible and–Tony repeats, he’s not panicking. He’s just fighting the very strong urge to call the suit and get the fuck out of here, never to be seen again. He’s fine.

“I’m so-sorry,” the girl hiccups, “I’m just–you’re here and–I know this sounds stupid but you were just so, so, so important, you literally saved my friend’s life, you know, you made her so happy and you’re here now and it’s just, I promised I wouldn’t do this but you changed so much for her, for us, and I didn’t even, you’re my favourite hero Mr Stark and I don’t even know how to thank you!”

The more the girl talks, the faster the words seem to come, and it takes Tony along moment to catch up with what she’s saying and process the meaning behind it. Which. Is good?

It’s a little hard to believe that, because there are still tears running down her cheeks, though she’s wiping them away now, clearly embarrassed. Tony can’t help but smile at her, a bit tentatively perhaps, but genuine. She’s looking at him so–so–foreign, and it makes Tony want to hug her.

“Wow Stark, you’ve already managed to make someone cry?” sounds Clint derisively from behind before he has managed to come up with a reply. “We’ve only been here for seven minutes.” Clint sounds amused, but not in the easy-going, friendly way, and Tony tenses again.

“I’m sorry about him,” Steve speaks up from Tony’s other side, voice apologetic, “Can we do something?”

He’s not even looking at Tony but it still takes all of Tony’s willpower not to flinch. Being bracketed between the two men who are definitely not friends anymore, gives Tony all sorts of chills. He’s barely keeping it together as it is, what with all these publicity stunts lately to prove how well things are going in the team–when really, there is no team–he doesn’t need this shit on top of it.

The girl has stopped crying at least, is staring at Steve with narrowed eyes instead. Tony feels a stab of petty vindication that this kid at least isn’t falling over herself to greet the returned hero.

“Yes, you can, sir.” The girl says far more assertive than when she’d been talking with Tony. “You can back away and return to greeting your own fans because I really don’t appreciate your tone.”

She’s got her arms folded in front of her chest and stares at the three baffled men in front of her expectantly. Tony snorts. He can’t help it.

He does it again when she turns her head and winks at him.

“What’s going on?” Spiderman asks cheerfully as he bounces over to join their group.

Tony suppresses an eye roll. Of course Spidey comes over. That kid can smell trouble like the best of them, and he’s even worse than Tony at keeping his nose out of it.

“You’re Spiderman!” the girl exclaims excitedly, then immediately blushes and averts her eyes. “I was just, thanking Mr Stark here for being such an amazing person. He really helped a friend of mine go through a rough time, you know?” she peers up at them from underneath her lashes.

Then she frowns.

“I’m not sure what they’re doing here, to be honest,” she gestures dismissively at Steve and Clint. “But they’ll catch a clue eventually. I hope.”

Spiderman chokes on a laugh. “I like you!” he exclaims and drags the girl away, one arm slung casually over her shoulder. She lets him, just turns around to wave Tony goodbye with a bright smile that Tony can’t help but return.

Steve and Clint watch the two disappear into the crowd with growing apprehension. 

Nothing good can come of this

anonymous asked:

Can I request anything showing a tony/natasha friendship? I love the way you write natasha :) Maybe they have the classic sibling relationship where they constantly rag on each other but as soon as someone else tries they shut them down flat? Or whatever really, I'm not picky. Thanks!!

Bahaha the other Avengers are just along for the ride. You are definitely right! Like brother and sister, Tony and Natasha can treat each other like shit, but if someone else treats them like shit, they better get ready to catch hands. (It appears I write this relationship better when there is actually another ship I am supposed to be writing smh.) Watch out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


“DID YOU USE THE LAST OF MY COCONUT HAIR MASK?!”

Steve jumped, clutching his chest. Natasha, who had been playing chess with him, froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tony came to a stop in the doorway, looking livid. He had a plastic bottle clutched in one hand. “Did you?!”

“…Nnno,” Natasha answered slowly.

The brunet let out a screech and lunged for her. “THAT WAS EXPENSIVE AND A TREAT!”

Natasha screamed and dove out of her seat. Tony was only a second behind her, flinging the empty bottle at her head. It connected with an empty thunk and bounced off relatively harmlessly.

The way Tony continued to chase her around the room, fists clenched like he was ready to beat the shit out of her, was not quite so harmless.

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In which Steve is awed by the Strike Team Delta.

He’d had time to pour over the briefing from S.H.I.E.L.D. and only enough time to try and process in the quinjet on the way to what Coulson was calling a Helicarrier.  

He felt both awe and reticence when he watched the files on Stark. He was intelligent and reckless and made Steve think a little of himself and, much like he felt in his own skin, he wondered how much of Stark was a costume.

He felt guilt watching Banner.  Of all the advances made in the twenty-first century and still Erskine had been so beyond his time that no one had yet caught up to him.  The fascination with the serum – with what Steve represented – had led Banner to a prison made out of his own skin.  (He would wonder, later, how far off the trial serum had been in Banner’s case, I’m always angry, echoing in his head).

He felt dumbstruck at the possibility of Thor’s existence.  For all that he had seen in the life he’d had Before, he never thought – he’d seen the vast expanse of the cosmos, before Schmidt had disappeared into it, but he hadn’t thought that there’d be something else –someone else – out there.  It made him wonder if Schmidt was still out there, too.

He’d watched and re-watched the footage of Strike Team Delta – Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton.  He was.  He was awed, and looked forward to meeting them most of all.  As far as the information from S.H.I.E.L.D. had noted, they had no enhancements.  They had pasts, sure, but they had no serum or otherworldly abilities or suits worth millions.  

They were human, made of blood and sweat and hours upon hours of practice and (to read their files) abuse and perseverance and they were as skilled and fearsome a team as any of the others recommended on Fury’s list.  

Steve thought of his time Before, he and Bucky, back alleys and bloody lips and scraped knuckles and how hard it was to survive and here were two people so dedicated, so skilled they may as well have been a two-person Commando unit.  Were, as far as Steve was concerned.  He was anxious to meet them.

anonymous asked:

Bitter Sunday prompt: Team Freeloader seeing that Tony Stark doesn't need them when they get back and yet they need him. But he's all out of fucks to give about them.

For some reason I feel like I keep being the hardest on Clint in these bitter posts and showing more understanding/regret/etc from Natasha and Steve, so I figured I’d mix it up and start this one with him. Because I genuinely like all the characters, I’m just very unhappy with some of their choices (and obviously Tony is my favourite and I’m by no means unbiased).

When Clint first gets off the plane back in his birth country he isn’t happy like he’s envisioned himself being for months. He’s dreamed so many times of this moment, but now that it is actually happening, there’s no relief. No excitement.

Only–he’s not sure what’s left or how to call it but it feels empty.

Seeing his family again goes not at all and exactly like he thought it would. Laura slaps him, though she’s crying to hard for it to truly hurt. Unlike when she twists away from him, avoids his touch, because that. That won’t ever not hurt. Lila is smiling at him, a tiny thing, like she’s not supposed to but can’t help herself. She’s clinging to Cooper’s hand, who’s glaring darkly in a not at all encouraging way. And there’s Nathaniel, the son that doesn’t even know him, just pats his mother’s cheek awkwardly in an attempt to stop her tears and–

Clint isn’t ashamed to say he flees. He doesn’t know what to do or say to make this better and he just…takes the easy way out. He moves back into the compound, away from the family he doesn’t quite know, only it’s not the same.

The compound has always been his home away from home, sometimes perhaps more so than it should have been. It’s different now though, hasn’t been the same since their return. At first Clint assumes he’s simply remembering things better than they actually were. With how often he’s been lying in Wakanda’s ridiculously idyllic gardens, dreaming of this place, it’s entirely possible after all.

Besides a lot of the things he notices in the beginning are small, easily forgotten. They just begin to pile up after a while.

Like the way Clint can’t remember the water ever having turned cold on him before–but maybe he’s just never showered long enough? Or the way their fridge ends up being empty more often than not and how their laundry just keeps piling up until Sam snaps and declares Saturday laundry day–and you better be there or else.

Then there is their battle gear. It’s starts with the clothes, which are good quality and the right size. But. They aren’t great quality and they aren’t tailored. And Clint wouldn’t have noticed this a few short years back, but now he does. Now he knows how it could be. Knows that the material doesn’t have to stick to his skin quite as uncomfortable, doesn’t have to limit his mobility just a slightest bit. It goes on with his weapons. The knifes that are decent but not perfectly designed for the kind of throwing he prefers. The arrows that are just arrows, are replaced after every fight but don’t suddenly appear out of thin air–and that is something Clint remembers well, the excitement when he used a new kind of arrow, uncertain of what to expect, the thrill of all the new possibilities once he realises what their purpose is–and he misses it.

The first time they’re out in the field again, they almost get killed. Sam is in the hospital for three weeks, Clint only barely escapes with a broken arm and a concussion. It’s not because they’ve forgotten how to fight, it’s because they’ve made a terrible, idiotic mistake that Clint wants to hit himself for even months later. 

Because for some inexplicable reason it hadn’t occurred to any of them that Iron Man wouldn’t join them. (He hadn’t been called on, they later learn, because the threat hadn’t been deemed that dangerous–and it wouldn’t have been, if only they had adjusted their strategy accordingly.)

The training Steve puts them through after that episode is rigorous but nobody dares to complain. And it doesn’t happen again, not on that grade, but Clint is a decent agent, he recognises that their efficiency isn’t what it was. He recognises what–who–is missing.

He finds himself watching Stark on TV sometimes now, during reports of attacks they haven’t been called in to handle–Stark’s not alone, Clint notices, and can’t put his finger on why that bothers him–interviews, even gossip channels. He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know when he’s stopped hurling insults designed to hurt at the screen, just that he did. 

It takes Clint three months to admit to himself that he misses Tony Stark. He doesn’t say it out loud, isn’t sure he ever will. He never asks the others about their thoughts on the billionaire either, though it’s no secret that Steve has been trying to patch things up–and has been insistently rebuffed with a polite distance Clint wouldn’t have believed Stark capable of if he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes.

He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t call the man. He could, he supposes, though the thought of having to apologise for some of the things he’s said in anger leaves a stale taste on his tongue. Clint has never been good at apologies. He’s much preferred that silent understanding he used to share with Tony–and maybe that’s part of the problem.

Either way it doesn’t matter because Stark is so far removed from them now, it’s hard to imagine they’ll ever be reunited again. He’s there occasionally, during battles, but they never even hear his voice, it’s always just FRIDAY on the comms. And contrary to Steve Clint can take a fucking hint. He isn’t going to run after the other man, he doesn’t want to.

Really.

And if he occasionally finds himself glaring at the TV where Stark and a masked Spiderman exchange jokes in front of the excited reporters, well, it’s not like he’s jealous or something. That would just be stupid.

It takes another thirteen weeks for Clint to admit to himself that the things he misses most about Stark aren’t the nice things he gave them, the money or the way he always seemed to know how to redirect the presses’ attention in a way that benefitted them. 

It’s the way Stark used to join him in the kitchen at ass crack in the morning sometimes, hand him a cup of hot chocolate and stare silently into nothingness, just to keep Clint company. It’s the way they used to watch Gilmore Girls together and constantly make references to the show, just to confuse Steve and piss him off. It’s the way Stark nodded off against Clint’s shoulder sometimes, after a particularly exhausting day, like he hadn’t been mind-controlled by a psychotic alien mere weeks ago.

Not that it matters anymore, now.

Staring unblinkingly at his ringing phone showcasing Laura’s number that Clint can’t bring himself to answer, he bitterly wonders to himself if maybe that’s why he was always going to follow Steve’s call at the drop of a hat–because he’s always been better at running rather than staying.


I’m not sure this is what you had in mind but I tried my best. The focus was supposed to be Clint’s friendship with Tony rather than the fallout from the Accords, and then things just got completely out of control *shrug*

Stolen the Heart From Inside You

Warnings: Panic Attack/ Flash Back, PTSD 

Team as Family


“Shut up.” Clint’s voice carries into the kitchen over the quiet mumble of the television, Tony’s curiosity is piqued. Usually Clint is the last person to stop talking during a movie. He sticks his head through the door to find Steve and Clint watching as a cartoon girl walks between a parted ocean, he doesn’t recognize the movie.

“I know your name.” The girl sings, Clint seems to be ready to vibrate out of his chair in excitement. Tony notes, as some sort of lava monster crawls across the screen. “They have stolen the heart from inside you.” Tony blinks and suddenly he’s back in Malibu, unable to movie as Obie leans over him.

“Tony?” Someone asks, and he feels himself fall backwards hands clutching at his chest. “Tony?” He’s not sure who’s talking, but it doesn’t sound right.

“Please.” He gasps out. Obidiah reaches out to grab him, and he lashes out, shoving the man away. There’s a soft grunt as he hits the ground, and Tony hunches over his knees trying to protect the arc.

“Tony. Open your eyes.” A voice demands, and he flinches backwards when the reach out for him. He tries to focus on the threat, on defending himself. When his vision clears Steve is sprawled on the ground and Clint is hovering in front of him.

“Fuck.” Tony gasps, pulling air into his lungs. His pulse is still pounding in his ears, but it’s settling. The tightness in his chest begins to disappear. He can breathe again.

“You okay dude?” Clint asks, Tony nods.

“Always.” He mumbles, rubbing the last of the tightness out of his chest. “You okay Cap?” He asks, Steve nods. “Sorry for attacking you like that.”

“No big deal.” Steve shrugs the apology off. “Gave us all a bit of a scare there Stark.” He aims for teasing, but he’s still a little shaky. Didn’t expect his friend to lash out like that.

“Well, had to get revenge on Birdbrain for scaring me yesterday.” Tony jokes, the quake in his voice is gone already, the smile on his face reminiscent of the one he wears to press conferences.

“I take it Moana is on the no fly list?” Clint asks. There’s an ongoing list of movies that the group can’t watch due to triggers, it’s no hardship to add this one.

“Guess so. J will add it.” Tony says, getting to his feet. “I’m going to go back to the lab.” There’s dark circles under his eyes but the group knows better than to try and drag him out after a panic attack. He’ll work on the suits until the tremor leaves his hands, or he passes out from exhaustion.

“Can I come with you?” Clint asks. “You did mention my arrows were ready for testing.” Just because he’ll be in the lab, doesn’t mean they need to leave him alone.

“I’ll come too.” Steve decides. Somehow, they pick up Natasha and Bruce on the way to the lab. Tony suspects Jarvis told them about the situation. Tony doesn’t mind, he finds that his hands stop shaking faster when there are other people around to keep him distracted. 

Are there any post civil war fics where Wanda realizes that leaving with Clint was a bad idea and she should’ve just stayed at the compound? It be cool to see Wanda go off on Clint for dragging her into it. Maybe realizing that Tony might have been right and isn’t as horrible as she thinks he is?

anonymous asked:

Bitter Sunday: Tony helping Clint's family fix stuff around the house, because they were nice to him and keep being nice to him and say please and thank you. Meanwhile Clint is out avenging again, and Tony is taking his "consultant" role very literally (at least until the next *serious* attack) because that's all he does and they're reluctant or arrogant enough not to consult him a lot anyway. But Clint's family needs someone to fix the car, so he helps. For free. For a thank you.

Wow, I got this before I even had the chance to ask for anything. I love it! :D (Mostly I’m just really enjoying this bitter Sunday thing and love that you guys are on board with it) Okay, back to business now (though this didn’t turn out very bitter, more just happy!Tony and not much else)


Tony can’t really say no. Not when Laura calls him, sounding as tired as he feels on his worst days, baby Nate crying in the background. Especially not when Rhodey made him promise to not lock himself away in the workshop until the next worldwide alien invasion.

So he comes over on a Saturday afternoon–and if he checked with FRIDAY that Clint would be occupied elsewhere, well, that’s just common sense. Things have been tense between them ever since the airport fight, and Tony’s tired of having the same argument again and again, with no sign of a resolution.

He’s greeted by Lila running up to meet him with wide smile–there’s a tooth missing there, that she’s very proud off–and something tense dissolves in his chest. Laura sends him a relieved smile, shows him the car, in between the thousand and one ‘Thank you’s Tony tries valiantly to wave off.

The afternoon is spent repairing the car, which goes slower and is a lot more fun than Tony expected. Because Cooper is eager to help him, curiously asks question after question and runs happily around, searching for the tools Tony needs. Laughing and talking excitedly about his science project and how Nathaniel has learned how to throw his food around and how Lila doesn’t like dresses anymore because she wants to be a superhero when she grows up, and kicking villains’ butts is easier in pants. When they’re finally finished, Cooper is whooping and high fives Tony, so happy, pulls him into the house–and really Tony never stood a chance.

Of course Laura insists he stay over for dinner, as a (completely unnecessary) thank you. Lila has drawn a picture for Tony and Cooper keeps asking if he’ll please, please come visit again and. Tony is–overwhelmed, a little. Thankfully Laura notices, artfully distracts her children to give him a little breathing room. But he’s also strangely happy, hasn’t felt this light and welcome and appreciated in a long time.

He refuses to take Laura’s money of course. And maybe, maybe he’ll come by again. Soon. Laura’s dishwasher isn’t in the best of conditions anymore, after all.

[Bonus: There’s a poster of Iron Man hanging on Lila’s closet. A framed grade A for Cooper’s science project on his desk. A picture of Tony with an oddly panicked expression as he holds a giggling Nathaniel, who’s curiously patting his beard, hanging on the wall. Clint doesn’t understand.

Laura narrows her eyes, a barely noticeable movement.

“It’s been hanging there for four months, Clint,” she says. There’s a lot in those words she doesn’t say, and for the first time in a long while, Clint notices.]

Avengers x Reader: Laser Tag Pt.1

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

Clint leaned on the center piece in the car from his middle seat in the back, between you and Natasha, and asked, “So, where are we going?”

“How many times do I have to say that it’s a secret?” you respond with a question and grip the steering wheel ‘til your knuckles turn white. He raises his hands in surrender and sits back again, between Thor and Steve.

“I have a question," said a distance voice, although the owner of the voice was yelling. "Why the hell do I have to be the one in the truck? This is my car!”

“Because you annoy everyone.” You turn the volume on the radio up a little higher. Natasha gave you a light fist-bump with a little smirk.

It was silent, safe for the singing that came with the loud music. Arriving at the destination, you turn the car off, and Tony lets himself out of the trunk. The team stares at a bright neon sign reading 'Headpinz’.

“Bowling?” Tony asks distastefully.

“Nope.” You head inside the contrasting building with Natasha at your heels. The rest of them follow in.

On the inside, It was dark with bright moving lights illuminating everything. At the far end of the building, there were bowling lanes. On the left, a fancy restaurant and bar. On the right, a huge arcade, and an obstacle course suspended in the air over the open room. There was a sound of surprise that moved over everyone.

“By the way,” you say. “You’re paying for everything, Tony.”

“Of course I am.” Tony rolls his eyes. "I’m the only one here with money.“

Thor spoke up, "What is this activity that we’re doing?”

Natasha answers, “Laser tag.”

“Laser what?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you forgot that this guy’s a grandpa, and the other one’s an alien,” Tony spoke, crossing his arms.

You glare at him, “You don’t have to be an asshole. Don’t worry, Steve. Thor. There’s a video that’ll explain how to play.” Said heroes nod in understanding. “Tony, go pay for all of us to play twice.”

“Why twice?”

“One 'Free=For-All’ and one 'Team Play’.”

He shrugged, not complaining, and left to the counter tables.


When the time comes, everyone pays and enters a dark room. A large television was latched on the wall to the right. It turned on with an introductory video, explaining how to play, and the rules. It seems that this round was the 'Team’ round.

In the next room, there’s vests with plastic guns connected with names on them. You pick one up and announce your name. “I’m Cerberus.”

You heard a laugh and see Natasha raise her gun. “I’m Assassin.” The rest of you laugh with her.

“I’m Thief,” Steve says.

Thor raises his as well, “I’m Alien.”

“I’m Archer,” Clint says, satisfied.

Tony looks up, deadpanned, “I’m Clown.” Everyone laughs at the face he makes. “So, how are we gonna do this? Team Cap, Team Iron-Man?" He asks, looking around.

"I suppose,” Thor nods. “I’ll be with your Team, Tony.”

“I’ll be on Tony’s team, too,” answers Clint.

“Sounds good. I’ll be with Steve then.” Natasha looks towards you. “What about you, Y/n? Who’s team will you be on?”


Answer below or send an ask on who’s team you want to be on!

What Team are you? Team Cap or Team Iron-Man?

Uno Games, and Pardons

I’m not really good at writing it as a whole; but *shrug* oh well! It’s basically the Avengers get pardoned and Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey discuss it for a long period of time while waiting for Tony (’cause he always wants to look good)


Peter doesn’t like it when people (The ex-Avengers) began to get pardoned. Most of them were already pardoned, just they refused to come back until everyone on their team was pardoned. 

“They’re going to hurt him,” Rhodey told Peter, placing a Uno card on the pile between them. “But why? Why now? Why are they getting pardoned now?” Peter asked, studying his cards and placing a skip down. Pepper huffed, angry. 

“Because they don’t care,” she said. “They’re only looking toward themselves. And damn Tony for helping them.” Rhodey placed a reverse card and Pepper pursed her lips, looking at her own cards. “People like them, Peter, they don’t see the real reasons behind anything. They didn’t see why Tony signed the Accords; they didn’t see why Steve left.”

“They just thought ‘Captain America’s leaving! Let’s follow’. Along with Clint following Wanda’s lead, actually. She left, and Clint left Laura and his kids just because Wanda left this place with Rogers.” Pepper placed another reverse and Peter groaned.

They were all waiting for Mr Stark to come out of the workshop. “After all, they’re like mindless puppies.” Pepper barked a laugh. “They’re all adults, Rhodey. They chose their action. So we’ll choose ours. Uno,” she said, placing her second-to-last card. 

“Guess we know who’s paying,” Rhodey joked, looking at his and Peter’s three to six cards (Pepper’s really good at Uno, okay?) Peter shrugged. “I’ve got, like, six dollars,” he offered, “if you guys like McDonald’s.” Pepper shrugged. “I don’t mind. Tony doesn’t really care.” Rhodey turned to look at Peter. “I’d suggest getting a pizza. If you do end up passing McDonald’s, give them some tips, or something. Pretty sure the McDonald’s by us gives the extra food to the homeless; give it to them. Those people are precious.” Peter nodded before smirking slightly.

Pepper placed her last card down (a reverse) and Peter was quick to pounce on the second win. He’d placed all his reverses (two) and three skips to which Rhodey looked at him with horror. He grinned at him, brightly, as Peter said “Uno,” and placed the last card (a blue five). “Good job,” Pepper said. “You’re learning.” Tony came into the room to see Peter grinning triumphantly, Pepper smirking, and Rhodey groaning about having to go get pizza. 

Tony leaned over his friend. “They deliver, remember?” He asked. Peter and Pepper shook their heads. “No, Mr Stark. Our deal was the last person to lose all his/her cards, or the last person with all the cards, was to pay for either breakfast, lunch, or dinner. We’d voted and chose dinner. He’s gotta go get it, without calling and ordering first. And he can’t get it delivered.” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“You do realize that you’ll guys be so hungry you’ll practically attack him when he walks through the door. Especially when he hasn’t ordered first.” Peter paled before screaming, “Rhodey! No! Call it! Call it!” He cried while a giggle from the couch made him whirl around. “What’s that, Harley?” He called. Harley popped his head over the edge of the couch. 

Peter loved Harley, especially when they’d met. Harley was the baby brother; and Peter was going to protect him. (But that didn’t mean they didn’t have their fights. Last one almost ripped apart Tony’s lab.) (Don’t ask.)

“Are you guys done yet?” He giggled. “I want to play, too, you know.” He said. “Yeah, the battle of food is over.” Peter sighed before Pepper began rushing Tony out the door. “Unfortunately, we’ve lost Tony to Pepper needing him to go to a meeting.” Tony’s voice called through the walls. “SAVE ME!”


Eventually, Tony returned and they continued their Uno games. “The Avengers are coming tomorrow. They’re staying at the Compound. Hopefully, they’ll stay out of your guy’s way.” Peter looked around to meet Harley’s eyes.

Me, you, prank? Peter mouthed and Harley nodded with certainty. Peter wanted to rub his hands together because revenge is so sweet; especially if it’s the Others.

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Imagine that the Avengers don't like Rhodey. Maybe they're mad about Iron Man 2, maybe they think he enables Tony to much, whatever. Cue Tony in the bizarre position of having to defend Rhodey for once in his life.

Steve had made them all swear they were going to be civil.  Clint had made the promise pretty damn reluctantly, but he had promised, and he was doing his best, but the fact remained that he did not like Colonel James Rhodes, and there was a reason SHIELD never tried sending him on undercover missions.

It wasn’t that Rhodes was just inherently unlikable.  He was actually pretty easy-going and charismatic, and in another life, Clint actually thought they’d get along pretty well.

But this wasn’t a different life, this was a life where Clint knew Tony Stark.  Therefore, he could not stand Colonel James Rhodes.

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