I know everyone talks about how Steve is an artist and went to art school but I truly believe that Tony is an artist too. I’m not talking about artist in a creator sense but as a designing and drawing kind of way.
I mean does one look at how wonderfully drawn the Mark-1 designs are in IM1? They are so detailed and intricate and the only person who could have drawn them is him. To validate that Yinsen asks Tony what all the papers are and he puts them together to show Yinsen the Mark-1 suit.
Plus he probably needed a way to design and create the objects in his head as a genius kid and might not have all the tools yet so he took to pen and paper and taught himself the skill to draw out intricate designs and learn how art, perspectives and proportions work so that he can create a base idea of how the invention is going to look.
So we fast forward to when the Avengers all live in the tower together and Steve visits Tony everyday and sketches or does paperwork while just being in the presence of the genius. Tony always asks to see Steve’s art with great enthusiasm. Steve always obliges because who is he to deny Tony anything really.
It became routine that Steve was the artist and Tony the inventor but one day when Steve falls asleep on the couch. Tony gets a bit of a roadblock in his inventing and needs a bit of stress relief. Trying to stay away from bad habits and is a bit tired of playing with his bots (daddy needs some alone time okay?) he notices Steve’s sketchbook laying on his chest. Carefully Tony plucks the book from Steve and opens to a new page and begins to doodle in the notebook. Once he finishes he doesn’t think to remove the sketches because it’s Steve he knows everything and Tony doesn’t really think about it much after putting the sketchbook back where he got it from.
Later Steve is going through his pad to find a page filled with art sketches that are completely in a different style than his own making him sure that he was not the one to draw this. He begins to wonder who in the world took his pad to draw in when he realized that all the sketches were of the workshop and there is only one other person who knows the place so intricately as him: Tony Stark. At this point he is flabbergasted at the fact that not only is Tony an outstanding artist but also the fact that it never occurred to him that Tony might be when he was a genius creator and inventor.
Steve carefully extracts the sketches from his notebook and finds a frame to put them in and hangs it in his room. He thinks it’s special and he wants to cherish it but he’s also possessive and selfish enough to not want to share this part of Tony with anyone.
It was in that moment when he finally placed the sketches on his wall besides his window that he wants to be with Tony. That this man was perfect for him. They already do what most couples do except the romantic parts of the relationship and Steve could imagine waking up in the morning and drawing a naked sleeping Tony tangled in their bedsheets.
So after getting a pep talk from both Sam and Natasha, because those two have been smacking him around to actually go ask the other man out, Steve asks Tony to go to a paint session with him in his art studio one flow above the workshop and order take-in.
They spend their first date painting each other Tony deciding to go more abstract while Steve goes more literal and having fun while drinking expensive wine (Tony drinks cranberry juice because he wants to get alcohol out of his life) and just having fun.
At the end they reveal the paintings and Steve loved the painting Tony did of him and vise versa but this is the first time Tony has ever actually showcased his art skills and is taken aback at how positively happy Steve is with his piece. He tries to down play it but Steve just glares at Tony hotly before deciding to hang it up on the wall of his favorite art pieces.
Tony placed Steve’s next to it and that is how art Thursdays become a monthly thing for them.
Bonus: on their wedding day they made everyone including themselves wear white and started a paint war completely ruining their suits but later after they have come back from their honey moon they find them encased in glass in Steve’s studio with a plank on each one says:
Request from @deanwinnchesterisbae: Bucky X Reader, reader’s on her period and Bucky has no idea what to do, hilarity ensues and Nat has to help him out. Fluff, cuteness, all of the snuggly Bucky (because who wouldn’t wanna cuddle the shit out of that man while in pain?)
Note: I was definitely giggling to myself as I wrote this lol!
Bucky x Period!Reader
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
“Agent Barnes I am sorry to disturb you but I noticed that your alarm
did not sound out so I thought it would be best that I wake you myself.”
Oh the joys of having a computer system that could patch into your room
without so much as a word of consent from yourself.
“There was a reason for that F.R.I.D.A.Y.” A tired groan left Bucky’s
lips as he moved his metal arm to wrap around what should have been your torso….only
to be met with nothing but an empty space where you had once been. His brows
furrowed. “Are you able to locate [y/n]?”
It only took the system a few seconds to respond back to him with your
“Agent [l/n] is currently in the bathroom although upon further scanning
I can see that her stress levels are higher than normal.”
You were stressed? This came as quite the surprise to the super soldier
given the night you had just spent together, as far as he was concerned you had
been happy – more than happy from the sounds he had remembered hearing from
you. A rather smug little smirk began to tug onto his lips as he could hear
said noises replaying in his mind but he was soon snapped out of his thoughts
when you heard your voice coming from the bathroom.
Summary: After Steve taking care of your fragile state after being assaulted, you had promised him you would tell your father Tony. However, Tony returns from his trip the next day and you don’t tell him for over three days. What will Steve do?
Warning(s): Mentions of rape / sexual assault, swearing, depression, flashbacks of rape/events before rape (it italics), heavy angst, this is quite long im sorry
A/N: I’m blown away by the amount of requests for part 2 and for this to be a series! Thankyou! As this was my first fanfiction on this site I didn’t expect such an overwhelming amount of support! I love you all for that and thankyou for every reblog/heart! If you would like to be tagged or if you’d like to request more parts / different imagines, please message meHERE.
You walked towards the destination that your friend was guiding you too over iMessage, your heels clicking against the large stoned floor below you. You decided to take a short cut for the night, as your friend heavily suggested. New York was usually busy on a Friday night after all and you were already running late to your high school reunion as it was.
Your (H/C) was curled and bounced with each step you took as you wore dark blue skinnies, black heels and a low cut black bodysuit which melded under your jeans perfectly- followed up with a leather jacket to coat any revealed skin.
You were stunning.
The streetlights lit up your path as you kept your phone in your palm to read the directions over in your brain.
However, to your luck of being a Stark- droplets of rain soon began to soak the ground.
A groan of annoyance slipped from your cherry lips, before holding your handbag and phone between your thighs and sliding your jacket off, holding it above your head to protect your hair and body from the harsh rain.
You quickly sorted yourself out, placing your phone back in your free hand and keeping your handbag under your arm as you picked up a quick, careful pace throughout the private street of New York city.
“Of fucking course.” You cursed, shaking your head as it began to get hard to see the signs of which road was which. You stopped in the path, wiping the splatters of water that had landed on your mobile device in order for you to see if your friend was leading you the correct way.
“You seem lost darling.” A gruff voice spoke from the side of you.
You turn your head to see a man, about 6′3 with an average weight. He had black hair and messed stubble coating his lower face. He was stood under some shelter from a closed store, a cigarette between his lips as he spoke. He took away the cancer stick, blowing out some toxic smoke your way.
You raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”
“Ah, you seem deaf too.” He teased, smirking slightly as he flicked off some ash from his cigarette. “Do you want one?” He held up the cigarette as if he were offering one to pass over.
You were silent for a moment, “No, I don’t smoke and I don’t talk to strangers.” You eyed the mans attire, it was messy. His shirt was riding up his flat abdomen and his jacket was hanging off both of his shoulders and barely on his arms. The flyer of his jeans open and exposing the black underwear beneath. “Goodbye now.”
With that, you attempted to strut away from the man.
You heard him pace next to you and you huff, looking to see him grinning.
“A pretty lady like you walking out here alone on a dark Friday night? Aren’t you scared?” He spoke to you as if he was speaking to a toddler. You didn’t like it.
“Did I not say that I don’t talk to strangers?” You snarl the man, your inner sass glowing.
The man whistled at your feisty behaviour. “I like it, this attitude thing of yours. Men like me love it.”
“Well women like me don’t love men like you. Walk away now.” You go to pull out your phone to call your friend to ask her to come meet you so you could actually get away from you new profound ‘friend’.
His hand quickly snatches your wrist. pulling you close and making you drop your jacket in order to quickly try and retreat your trapped wrist.
“Tsk, tsk girly, I don’t think you get to just choose what I get to do.” He flicked his tongue against his teeth and he tugged your form closer to his, the stench of vodka mixing with the air around you.
Your eyebrows furrowed angrily, before stopping yourself from struggling and attempting to use your free hand to dig into your hand bag to grab your bottle of pepper spray however his free hand grabbed your wrist and held it tightly, pinning both of your hands against the wall after flipping you behind him. Your (E/C) beads widened in shock at the situation, your handbag falling to your heels and the insides unraveling out into puddles of misery.
You quickly lift your leg and slammed your spiked heel into the attackers thigh, pushing and kicking as hard as you can. A cry of pain emitted from the drunk, before letting one of your wrists go and sending a harsh and very much so violent punch into your delicate cheek which made you stumble to the floor due to the force of not being able to stand upon one foot.
One heel slipped off as your hair was quickly soaked from your temple hitting the ground of a puddle.
Rain danced around you and soaked your clothing.
For once, you (Y/N) Stark were terrified and didn’t have the upper hand.
The man smirked and quickly went down on you, sitting on your hips to prevent you from kicking him again. One hand of his pinning both of your tiny wrists against eachother on the damp concrete. A long cry for help pleaded past your lips which was silenced by the mans sinful lips forcing against your own. His tongue slided inside and roamed your privacy.
You clamped your set of perfect teeth down on his tongue, causing him to retreat and hiss loud.
“You little fucking bitch!”
This is when you began to struggle again, blood not only in your mouth from his tongue bleeding but his mouth was now dripping blood onto your face.
His free hand wiped away his metallic tasting blood from his lips before spitting on your face with a deathly glare. You cringed, tilting your head to the side and you struggled with his weight above you.
His hand trickled down to your body, grabbing your wet jeans and quickly ripping them away with expert ease.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret that, you bitch.”
A scream left your now awakened state, sweat dripping from every pore of your damaged body. Your face damp of salty pools of tears, your emotions pouring out in waves.
“(Y/N)?” Steve panicked as he rushed in, seeing the same state you were in yesterday morning and the day before.
You pulled up your blanket, covering your body despite being fully clothed. Shame reckoned within your soul as you had the same dream.
“Are you okay, doll?” He made his way over quickly, sitting down next to you on your bed, wrapping a protective arm around your frame.
“I-it happened again, Steve..” You croaked, reminding him of yesterday and Sunday morning too.
“(Y/N)..” Steve whispered, stroking your messed (H/C) strands of hair. “It was just a nightmare, don’t worry.. You’re okay.”
“No Steve, it wasn’t a nightmare.. it actually happened..”
It was later in the day on that Tuesday when Steve was thinking to himself.
He was the only one who knew about the horrible turn of events that had happened to you. It was killing him to see you like this.
You had promised him that you would tell Tony the day after it happened, yet you hadn’t done so yet. It was now three days later, going on four days.
Tony needed to know, if it wasn’t gonna be from you it would have to be from Steve.
Steve sighed heavily, sadness coating his features as he stood up and headed for the labs. He bit his lip as he thought through what words he would speak to Tony, how exactly do you tell someone that their daughter has been raped?
After a bit of searching for the genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist he soon finds Tony in one of his many labs with no one other than Bruce Banner. The two were working away and bonding with eachother over the love of science.
“Tony?” Steve spoke up, leaning against one of the walls with a heavy heart.
Tony looked back and grinned only for Steve to speak up again, “can we talk?”
You sighed as you sat at the bottom of your tub, the shower water soothing your nerves. Each splash lulling you off away from any bad thoughts, you had been in the tub for roughly two hours if not more.
This was becoming a daily routine for you ever since the attack, you’d purposely push yourself away from others so you wouldn’t have to face them. You still hadn’t kept your promise to Steve by telling your dad but it was easier said than done to do so.
You were scared to make it public, to even tell another soul other than Steve. Even with Steve, you didn’t tell him. You didn’t have to say a word for him to know what had happened to you that night.
“(Y/N)! Come out here now!” You flinched in shock, hearing your fathers voice from the other side of your personal bathroom.
“C-coming dad!” You called, quickly stopping the trickles of hot water.
You threw on your pyjamas, in other words Steve’s sweats and one of your own nerdy shirts. Your hair remained damp and stuck to the sides of your face and neck before unlocking the door and opening it, to see your father with a broken expression.
“Dad..?” You whispered, seeing his eyes starting to become glassy.
“Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” Tony croaked, gently pursing his lips together.
No words were exchanged as your eyes too matched your fathers. Tony lifted his shaking arms for you to fall into. Which you did. You father pulled you into a loving hug, kissing your forehead over and over with his arms rubbing your back.
This was what he would do to you if you had a nightmare as a child.
Tears began to seep into your fathers shirt, before looking up and seeing Steve in the doorway, leaning with his arms folded and a frown on his face.
“Thankyou.” You mouthed to Steve, before burying your face in your fathers loving embrace.
Avengers tower comes into frame. Clips from The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2, Doctor Strange, Iron Man, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Thor, Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 2, and Iron Man 3 play.
“We are arriving Mantis said to the Guardians. Teenage Groot in a seat. THe body of Thor lands on their windshield. His hair is short. Rocket is startled. Mantis wakes him up. Thor is startled. The Guardians look at him and he asks who they are. THe ship zips through the cosmos.
Wanda dodges something and it breaks a truck. Loki stands in ruin, presenting the Tesseract to someone. Peter’s Spider-Sense takes off as he rides a bus. Tony prepares for battle. He is in space with the Guardians. "Fun really isn’t something one considers when balancing the universe,” Thanos said. “This does put a smile on my face. The Guardians observe ruin in many places.
Thanos warps into a new world. Star-Lord battles him. Strange battles him. Spider-man, in his new suit, battles. Winter Soldier battles. Wakanda readies to defend their territory. Cap steps out of the shadows. Hulkbuster fights Wakanda fight the four legged creature from Infinity. Thor’s head is squeezed by Thanos Thanos beats Iron Man. The Guardians are then defeated. Thanos has assembled his gauntlet. He throws energy from a hole in space.
Request from ??: So for a moment there I thought I knew who requested this but my brain was deciding to have a funny moment and I actually don’t know at all so apologies to the person I tagged that I shouldn’t have done lol!Tumblr rid of the message but this was the request:for Bucky to like the reader but he hasn’t told her as he always sees her with Steve and one day he catches them goofing around and assumes it is because they’re in a relationship even though Steve x Reader is a platonic relationship. Unfortunately because the request has disappeared I can’t remember what else was asked for so hope this is okay!
Jealous!Bucky x Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, acts of jealousy, but then fluff. I think that’s all! :)
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators
Once again those beautiful [e/c] eyes had filled his dreams….ever
since he had come to join The Avengers and he had seen you stood in the lobby
of Stark Tower with the others to greet him he hadn’t been able to stop
thinking of you. It was getting to a point now though that he would much rather
have the torment of the horrific nightmares he used to experience on a night
rather than the dreams that tortured him with something he knew he could never
You liked Steve. His best friend.
Every day the two of you trained with one another and every
day he had to watch his friend spend time with the one person he wanted to.
Life really was a bastard at times. Whatever higher power existed was making it
very clear that he wasn’t allowed to have things that would make him happy….he
didn’t deserve them.