tony flashback

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The fight in Siberia ended differently--the shield damages the suit so badly that Tony is trapped inside of it, helpless, especially since he d never told anyone where he was going, and is stuck there not knowing if he was going to freeze to death in a metal coffin of his own making. He still has nightmares about Siberia even later, well after the tteam is back together and Tony can be Iin the same room as the shield without hyperventilating. The team still has no idea what happened in (cont)

(Cont) in Siberia and Steve and Bucky never thought it still affected Tony the way it had–until Wanda loses control of her temper and takes it out on Tony, making him witness his worst fear AOU style, only this ttime it’s not his dead team mates he sees–it’s his team mates standing around him, doing nothing while Steve slams the shield into him over and over again. (Gen, Stony, Stuckony, up to you just lots of team and Tony feels)

“Admit it, Stark!”

“There’s nothing to admit,” Tony said. He was re-thinking his decision to join the team for movie night; he should’ve guessed that Wanda would accost him the second he walked into the room, but his brain had been buzzing with formulas and he hadn’t been paying attention until it was too late.

Wanda narrowed her eyes. “You did this on purpose,” she insisted shrilly. “You told them to write that - that filth! No one else would’ve done this. It had to be you.”

“I did not. I don’t control what the media writes. That’s the honest truth,” he told her. And he wasn’t lying, though he doubted Wanda would believe him. He’d warned all of them time and time again to be careful what they said outside of the Tower. ‘The walls have ears’ and all that nonsense. He couldn’t help it if Wanda hadn’t listened.

“Wanda, come on. Let’s just watch the movie,” Clint said, sounding a little awkward.

“No! Not until he admits it!”

“I didn’t tell them!” Tony said.

“You’re lying!” Wanda screeched. “You always lie and I’m tired of it!” Her hands glowed red. Tony flinched back, heart racing, but it was too late. “Let’s see how you feel when people find out one of your secrets!”

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Who is In Control - Part 4

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1300+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Present characters: Tony Stark, Reader, Bucky Barnes, J.A.R.V.I.S.
Chapter: 4/??
Chapter name:   I’m not like any girl you’ve ever met.
Warnings: Tony nicknames you a lot, mentions of nightmares, past problems, mentions of gambling, flashbacks,  signs of anxiety disorder, mentions of insomnia, mentions of semi-nudity, relationship building, Tony Stark is actually a good parent.  

Part 1,Part 2Part 3 - Series Masterlist

I’m not like any girl you’ve ever met.


It was a new feeling to Y/N to watch Tony’s presentation that night in Vegas. Magazines covers and articles complimenting him and his brilliant mind while showing your family story and his student past.

“It is not even half of what he did.” The girl whispered to Stane while clapping. “They could talk for a day and a night, and one more day, and wouldn’t even get close.”

When the man got up to talk about the Apogee Award, Tony hasn’t even shown up at the assembly room, and she was the one with the mission of receiving the award in this case.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have the honor of giving this year Apogee Award to Mister Tony Stark.”

The clapping filled up the room and Stane watched as Y/N breath deep and do the same.

“You have to go there.” She whispered to him, hands shaking.

“Not me.” He corrected the teenager. “You. Don’t forget what Tony said: As heir to the Stark Industries, it’s your duty to take the place of your father when necessary.”

Under his – and everyone else’s – eyes, Y/N walked to the stage with a frozen smile on her face. It was the first time she was in public without Tony, and the girl still couldn’t find out if he had done that purposely or just felt tempted to play five minutes more before the event.

“Thank you very much.” She looked around. “In the name of my father, I thank you for the award, and I know he feels very honoured receiving it. Right now, actually, he’s inventing more, so next year’s award will be his too. I’ll be really happy giving the Apogee on his hand when we meet again.”

And it didn’t take long. An hour after, she was walking over the crown to find him surrounded by women, playing something stupid.

“Your award.” She showed it to her father. “I’m going to the hotel.”

“Take it with you, baby.”

Now days

Y/N rubbed her hands while bending over the balcony. The tower was above many New York’s buildings and she was watching the city while everyone was asleep or reflecting about their own nightmares.

“Y/N.” She heard Tony’s voice behind her. “You should sleep, cupcake.”

The young woman smiled. That scene was so common…

“You always say that.” She laughed softly.

“And yet you never listen to me.”

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“You don’t forget, you just move on.” Leroy Jethro Gibbs, 8x14 A man walks into a bar

@onekisstotakewithme ♥ because you deserve an entire episode in the middle of season 8 just to remember Kate and a trillion more things 

Warm (Stony Quick Fic)

For my darling @creationfail​ who is having a bad couple of days and requested Omega!Steve.
I don’t usually write Omega! Steve, so hopefully it doesn’t come out badly lol.

~~~~Omega!Steve is having a bad day and comes home needing his Alpha!Tony to help him feel better. Lots of feels, shower smut and then more feels.


Steve and Tony were such a beautiful couple.

They couldn’t go anywhere without being whistled at, or followed by paparazzi or photographed. They couldn’t attend a single event without having to stand on the red carpet for nearly an hour, answering questions and smiling for the cameras and being as charming as they could possibly be for every single person that basically swooned at their feet.

Tony ate it up, of course, in his perfectly coordinated outfits and signature flashy grin. He loved the publicity, loved the press, loved that they all loved him and Iron Man. He was a national treasure and a hero– or so the president had said anyway– and he loved it.

Steve was decidedly less flashy, always in a well cut but conservative black suit with a tie that always perfectly matched whatever Tony was wearing. He stood a little behind his boyfriend, waving and smiling but letting Tony answer the questions and laugh at the jokes.

The gossip rags and magazines always called them a perfect power couple, heavily hinting that Tony was the omega, the ‘woman’ of the relationship, while beautiful, golden, Alpha Steve Rogers supported and tolerated the omegas antics, even though judging by the way they were always holding hands, Captain America knew to keep his boyfriend on a short leash.

The team took great delight in reading each and every one of the trashy stories, always coupled with a random picture that could be taken any way, but in the eyes of the “Stony” fans, the pictures were always a show of Steve keeping his mate in check.

“Did you guys read this one?” Clint handed Tony the latest magazine. “‘Stony’ out and about in public, Steve does a good job of keeping former playboy Tony from wandering’.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone thinks you’re the omega?” Natasha asked and Tony shook his head.

“Nah. I think it makes for good publicity. Pretty little omega protected by a big scary Alpha. Iron Man being submissive to team leader Captain America. All that sort of thing. It doesnt bother me.”

“Yeah.” Clint tossed him another magazine. “This one agrees apparently. ‘Alpha Steve keeping his Omega collared’. ‘Stony is everyone’s favorite couple’.”

“Lovely.” Tony said dryly and read the magazine cover idly, smiling at the picture of Steve holding him by his tie, dragging him in for a kiss. “That one does look a little bad I guess. I like our relationship name though. Stony. Catchy.”

“Stony?” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Please.”

“Well it’s better than WidowHawk!” Tony sniped. “At least our name doesn’t sound like some hybrid animal off a bad sci-fi movie!”

“Hey!” Clint protested, ready to defend his and Natasha’s (ridiculous) name the tabloids had given them. “Just because—”

“Easy, children. They are all good names.” Steve’s deep voice cut through their argument, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on Tony’s lips. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning.” Tony’s eyes lit with love and absolute adoration, staring up at his mate. “How are you?” He ran light fingers over Steve’s perfectly cut jawline. “Did you and Sam have a good run?”

Steve nodded, but didn’t say anything, closing his eyes and tilting his head down into the touch.

“Are you alright?” Tony lowered his voice and let his hand rest over the bonding mark on Steve’s neck comfortingly. The big blonde shook his head and Tony frowned. “Do you want to talk–”

“Can we go to bed?” Steve whispered, barely audible, and Tony was already standing up, slipping an arm around his waist and leading him from the room.

“Let JARVIS know if you need us.” he said over his shoulder and Clint nodded, waving them off with a concerned look in his eyes.

“We’re fine. Just go.”

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Olitz Scandal 4x17 

I could never hate you



This whole scene.

There are going to be many words and many posts about this scene.

Because it is definitely the best scene of Michael Weatherly’s career – or at the very least, the his best work on the series.

So let’s start the pain already.

Right off the bat, you can tell how frantic Tony is: charging into the bullpen but completely unfocused, antsy, looking for something – anything – to do and take action

And then he notices the empty desk, her empty desk, and he stops dead in his tracks (no pun intended).  And let’s face it, it is her desk, even if it’s someone else’s now. It’s always hers to him. The desk has become its own character in her absence.

So the show decides to torture us by flashing a vision of Ziva in that very chair, smiling back at Tony like she did a million times (especially in this particular scene where they were discussing weddings HELP ME), the way he’s always remembered her. Because those are the moments that mattered, the ones he’s always treasured, and the ones he’s missed the most in the last three years. Remember, there were whole episodes about that desk and what it meant to him.

And the fact that they did it so seamlessly – like she were really still there and not a flashback – is what really hurts. Other than the fact that she’s, you know, dead. Because that flicker reminds Tony, and frankly all of us, of what we’ve been missing since she left. It’s that spark, that warmth, that presence. She may be gone in every sense of the word or not, but it’s like she’s still there. And it’s easy to see how Tony feels like he’s losing it, like he’s seeing things.

Because so are we.

And I just have to mention Gibbs here too, because he can see exactly what’s happening. Tony doesn’t even register his presence because he’s caught in his own private storm, and Gibbs knows all too well where Tony is going in this instant. Because Gibbs has been there, and he also knows, has always known what Tony and Ziva were.

This is not going to be good.

I’m not ready.

Tony Smith was born on this day in 1912. Here’s his iconic work, Die, on view in America Is Hard to See. 

[Installation view of America Is Hard to See (Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, May 1–September 30, 2015). Photography by Ronald Amstutz]