tony stark makes me feel feels

Imagine Tony’s face the first time he opens one of Iron Man’s fan letter. Imagine him still reeling from the aftermath of his public coming-out–with Pepper and Coulson and SHIELD and the board and pretty much everyone being pissed at him– and after a long, long day, Tony opens this letter and finds a crude drawing of his suit with a shaky, misspelled You’re my favourite hero, Mr Stark and he just- stares at it with this expression of utter wonder, traces the letters in silent awe, feels this rush of warmth and affection and happiness that settles in a soft smile on his lips.

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Sweet Like Candy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Valentines One Shot! ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This was requested by a lovely anon for Valentine’s Day! Tbh I got hella excited while writing this and wanted to go a slightly different route with the smuts! ENJOY - Delilah ❤❤

Sweet Like Candy: After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes.

Warning: Smut! Nudity. Humiliation.


Bucky was going to murder Sam.

By murder, he meant he was going to strangle him the second he saw him; also, the second Steve picked up his phone and brought him some damn clothes.

It was supposed to be a simple day. Bucky had planned a pretty decent night for the two of you. He made dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant, planned to take you go karting (which you loved), and even went as far as renting a really nice hotel room, where he currently had most of your little presents he bought for you a week prior.

Basically, Bucky was going to make you feel like you deserved to feel: special.

Because your scumbag of an ex sure couldn’t do that for you.

You and your ex had been together for nearly two years, much to Bucky’s dismay. It was great in the beginning but as time went on, things changed. Your ex was constantly entertaining other women, even in the same presence as you. The kindness he once showed was replaced by bitter insults and accusations of infidelity. The nights spent cuddling were replaced with you in bed alone each night, while he spent his nights doing god knows what.

When you became an avenger, or mostly, when you met Bucky, you became instant friends.

Somehow, the two of you just clicked immediately.
He enjoyed everything that your ex didn’t. And it took three long months for you to realize that love wasn’t supposed to be as hard as it was with your ex, it was supposed to be as fluid and carefree like it was with Bucky. He was the answer.

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You were currently away on a mission, which you’d return from that evening, giving Bucky enough time to shower and get everything ready.

But life loved to mess with Bucky.

As soon as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and glistening with water, he reached for the white towel on the rack, only to find that it had disappeared.

What. The. Fuck.

He was absolutely positive he hadn’t misplaced it, he specifically remembered placing it on the towel rack beside the shower a few minutes ago. Where the heck did it go?

He sighed. Opening the bathroom door, he walked into his room, leaving a small trail of water behind him. After getting to the dresser, he pulled open the top drawer only to find it completely empty. Furrowing his brows, he slammed it closed and opened the next two, only to find them empty as well.

What the hell?

Bucky made his way to his closet, throwing the two doors open. Empty. Where the hell did his clothes go? They certainly didn’t grow legs and take off. It wasn’t laundry day either. Steve usually did his laundry.

The sound of muffled laughter broke his thoughts.

Opening his door, he was met with the sight of Sam, howling with laughter as he clutched his sides. He was gonna die. Bucky swore on his dead childhood goldfish’s grave.

“What did you do with my clothes?!” Bucky spat, glaring at the younger man. Boy, if looks could kill.
It took him a second, but Sam composed himself, giving the super soldier a shrug.

“I dunno, man,” he feigning confusion. “Where’d you put em’?”

Bucky grabbed at him, only to be met with another round of Sam’s laughter. That little shit was dead meat when he got some pants.

“God damn it, Sam!” He hissed. “Now’s not the time for this! I’m supposed to be taking Y/N out in an hour!” This only made him laugh harder. The little shit. This was far from funny.

“Bucky?”

The two men froze.

“Y/N!” Sam greeted, sending you an innocent smile; one that you could see right through.

“What’s going on?” You crossed your arms. You were in your civilian clothes, but the evidence of a mission was still present. Nevertheless, you were going to get whatever Sam was hiding out of him.

“Y/N,” Bucky called from behind the door. “Sam too-”

“Bucky’s having trouble picking out an outfit for this mission he’s going on!” Your eyes narrowed. He was a lying little shit and you knew it.

Before you could react, Sam grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the door, against your very loud protests.

“Sam!” You shouted, trying to yank yourself free. But alas, Sam was twice the size of you, with twice the amount of muscle. He simply scooped you up with one arm and shoved Bucky’s door back, making the man shout as well.

In one swift move, Sam tossed you into the room and shut it.

“Hey Friday,” he called.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

“Can you go into system 97?”

“Are you sure, sir? I won’t be able to open the door without Mr. Stark’s authoritizati-”

“I’m sure!” He called over his shoulder, walking down the corridors with a pep in his step. His plan was falling into place perfectly.

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You couldn’t stop staring at Bucky no matter how hard you tried. You’ve seen him shirtless countless of times, but seeing him like this was completely different. He managed to grab one of the pillows from his bed and placed it over his crotch. Regardless, you could still see the V of his lower abdomen, and especially the really impressive happy trail.

It was then did you really notice how polar opposites Bucky was from your ex. You were way past bashing the latter, but it was completely objective to be honest.

Bucky was practically perfect in your eyes. Your ex tried so hard to be perfect, whereas Bucky was just natural with everything. He didn’t even have to try. But what you loved the most was that Bucky never bragged about himself, he was by no means arrogant or egotistical. And that was the most attractive thing to you.

Besides him being naked, of course.

“You know,” he began, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s really rude to stare, Y/N.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. He was shy, you knew that, but damn he was really hot like this. You decided to mess with him a bit.

Stepping closer to him, you peered up at him and smiled innocently. “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring.” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

Slowly, you dragged your fingertips down his stomach. His breathing became uneven, and you could feel his heart racing in his chest. He was really enjoying this, but nowhere near as much as you. When you got to the pillow, you slowly tugged on it. But to your dismay, he didn’t budge. When you looked back up at him, you found that he was closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, backing away from him. “I-I was just playing around.”

Before you could back away even more, his metal hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist tightly, dragging you back to him.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise…” he trailed off, staring at your lips longingly. To say you were surprised was an understatement.

“What surprise, Bucky?” You ask. He sighs sadly before walking to one of his dresser drawers and pulling it open, revealing two small pieces of paper that looked like tickets. Turning them around, he handed them to you.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

They were go kart tickets! You loved go karting with every fiber in your being. Ever since you joined the Avengers, you barely had any time to sleep, let alone go out with friends. But what surprised you the most was that Bucky knew the exact place you’ve gone to since you were little. How did he know that? You’ve only talked about maybe once and that was on the phone with your parents.

“Bucky…” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart. “How did you know?”

He gave you a sheepish smile and avoided your gaze. “I may or may not have asked your mother a few weeks ago.” Your eyes widened. Your mother almost never approved of any of your past lovers. How the hell did Bucky manage to get something like this from her? She was as mean as a snake when she had to be.

“You talked to my mom?” you gawk at him. “And you didn’t get cursed out?”

He shrugged as if it were no big deal. But it certainly was to you.

“She’s really nice,” he said, smiling even brighter now. “She offered to bring me some of those cookies she sent you home with last christmas.”

You stared at him. Somehow, Bucky Barnes tamed the dragon that was your mother and even charmed his way into her heart. He was a keeper.

Without another word, you slowly backed him against the wall. “Doll, what are yo-”

You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up once and for all. You trailed your hands down his chest, feeling the heated skin in your fingertips until they landed on the pillow. You gently tugged it away from him, revealing his large, thick cock.

And to your pleasure, he was already hard as a rock.

You placed a small kiss onto his lips before sinking to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

You planet a small kiss on the tip before swirling your tongue around it slowly. Looking up through your lashes, you watch as he threw his head back; his torso still glistening with wetness. He looked so fucking handsome it nearly hurt.

“Fuuuck,” he sighed, his metal hand weaved its way into your hair, pulling it back for you. You let out a whimper, making his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Is this okay, baby?” You ask, batting your lashes. He looked down at you. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable and it was so hot. He nodded, thrusting his hips forward.

“I’ve wanted this since the first day I met you, Y/N,” You feel your heart swell at his words. Bucky had been so good to you, but now you wanted to be good for him.

You licked his shaft, all the way until it you reached his head again. “You’ve made me feel so good about myself,” you suck harshly, taking it into your mouth before pulling off with a pop. “I wanna make you feel good, too.”

Bucky smiled down at you sweetly, cupping your face with his flesh hand. You grinned and bent your head back down, finally taking him into your mouth fully. The hand that once cupped your cheek instantly flew to your hair, tangling itself in it. You moaned, sending little vibrations up his shaft. Relaxing your throat, you allowed him to go farther inside your mouth.

“Jesus fucking christ!” he gasped, closing his eyes. You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing him softly. Even though it burned, you allowed him to go further in your mouth, stopping once you gagged, earning another sweet gasp from him. This was probably the first blowjob he’s had in seventy-something years. The thought made you want to laugh, but with his size, you chose not to. You just hoped you were making him feel good.

You began bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue over the head each time you came up for air. You peeked up at him again, only to find his eyes closed with bliss, his jaw clenched tightly. The sight of his chest rising and falling, glistening from the shower made you even more aroused. You were the luckiest woman in the world right now. Only you got to see him like this.

His breaths started becoming quicker, exiting his lungs in small puffs. His hips began thrusting into your mouth slowly in time with your bobbing.

“That’s it, honey.” he praised, thrusting his hips into your mouth faster. “Take all of it.”

You whimpered, sliding your hands into your jeans and into yourself. Bucky began gently pulling on your hair, lifting it in time with his hips.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Y/N,” he moaned, looking down at you. “I swear, your mouth was made for this. Made for me, just like I’m made for you.”

You inserted a finger inside your wet folds, thrusting them in and out rapidly. Your other hand released his cock and gently tugged on his balls. Bobbing your head faster, you began sucking harshly. His cock twitched in your mouth again, you could feel it pulsing on your tongue. He was close.

“…I….Y/N, I’m gonna…” He managed to say, before you felt the salty sweet taste of his cum in your mouth. Swallowing, you peer up at him and grin.

After catching his breath, he pulled you up to him and planted a kiss on your lips.

“That was,” he laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

You wrap your arms around his, looking into his eyes. “There’s plenty more where that came from, baby.”

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“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed as the older man entered the building.

“What’s up?” There’s a moment of silence before he frowned, growing concerned. Concerned Tony did not happen often.

“Mr. Barnes’ room has gone under system 97. I suggest you authorize-”

“Jesus, Friday!” He panics, taking off down the hallway. How long had the poor guy been in there? Was he okay? Steve was going to kill him this time!

But as he neared Bucky’s room, the sounds of moaning echoed throughout the corridors. Curiously, Tony leaned forward, listening intently.

“-uck me, Bucky!” Y/N cried, followed by the sounds of skin against skin and Bucky’s grunts.

The older man grimaced, stepping away from the door as if it had the plague.

“Sir?” Friday chimed again.

“I think they’ll be a bit preoccupied for a few hours, Friday,” he says, staring at the door. With a shake of his head, he walked away, ignoring your screams of ecstasy.

-FIN. ❤
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P.S. If you’re reading this and you didn’t get a Valentines this year, you’re my valentines now! *does finger guns* ❤❤

Dear Anti Tony Stark Community,

yes, in am well aware that Tony Stark is fictional, as do I understand why it may be difficult to understand a character you may not be able to relate to. However, I don’t think many of you realize the message you’re sending to fellow Marvel fans, and people and general with mental illnesses. By not supporting and validating his manifestations of mental illness, you harm an already taboo and shunned community of people who’s symptoms, like Tony’s, can be destructive and scary.  I 100% empathize with Team Cap. Bucky has been through unimaginable pain and deserves to be protected and supported, as do most of the others. Bucky is seen as a martyr. His pain, his suffering, his mental illness is “pure” and “beautiful”. He is on a pedestal. His issues are handled in an idealized fashion.  As someone who is has symptoms in both categories, I’m not saying Bucky isn’t valid, he very much is, HOWEVER, don’t you dare tell me that Tony Stark is not valid in his pain as well. All of the demonized traits and actions of the man you hate so much stem directly from his own issues. From the beginning of his life, he was a victim of verbal, emotional, and (if the comics are being followed in MCU) physical.  That alone fucks shit up in a person.  Over the course of his life, he’s been taken advantage of by “friends” and romantic partners, betrayed by his only father figure (Obadiah) and best friend (Rhodey in IM2), degraded and demonized by the media and press, kidnapped by terrorists, tortured repeatedly (as a civilian, nonetheless), suffered (misplaced) guilt and over illegal weapons dealing he had no part in and dedicates his life to making right, had a near death experience with the arc reactor, experienced severe PTSD after flying a nuke into a wormhole to save the world, had his mind manipulated by Wanda to take advantage of his love for his teammates and need to protect the world, been physically and mentally abused by said teammates/friends (Natasha in IM2, after he trusts her, Thor in AoU, Team Cap in CW), found out his parents were murdered after having it kept from him by a trusted friend, left by the woman he loves, and other more minor things as well (feel free to add to that list yourself).  

Tony Stark’s mental illness is different than the rest of the MCU characters because it is not beautiful.  He is depressed, paranoid, traumatized, and isolated.  I’m not saying he is guiltless, far from it.  He made bad choices.  He has been selfish, ignorant, volatile, confrontational, defensive, and irresponsible.  But that doesn’t discount his suffering.  Drawing on my own experiences and research, he has classic PTSD and anxiety (panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares, paranoia), severe symptoms of depression (isolation, self deprecation, alcohol abuse, suicidal tendencies, guilt, hopelessness), and a possible bipolar or personality disorder (manic energy/hyperactivity, impulsiveness, restlessness, anger).  His creation of Ultron (and other post-Afghanistan behavior) was, in my opinion, the culmination of severe, UNTREATED mental illness and trauma.  There is no evidence in any canon of him receiving counseling, medication or support for his issues, nor are they treated with the consideration, care, or sympathy of the others.  Instead, he becomes the villain.  

The point I’m trying to make is that alienating and abusing those with destructive manifestations of mental illness is not only wrong, it’s harmful to the individual, as well as society.  Mental illness is not pretty or easily sympathized with.  It can be screaming and anger and pushing loved ones away.  It can be recklessness and mania and skewed judgement and ugly breakdowns.  Tony and Bucky are different, but in many ways the same.  The only reason that one is adored and the other hated, is the stigma surrounding an honest portrayal of mental illness.  When you call Tony Stark a villain, a selfish bastard and an irresponsible, egotist, all you’re doing is telling the world that you only support those with depression, PTSD, anxiety and other disorders if they fit into a glorified mold of what mental illness is.  What validates one character demonizes another.  When you say those things, you hurt people like me who love Tony because we see ourselves in him.  He’s not unattainable or better than us.  He is relatable.  He is me.  It feels amazing to see someone we admire so much in a flawed way that makes us feel valid and represented in a positive way, not as the villain, but as the hero for once.  Whether you agree with me or not is up to you, but please, PLEASE, at least think about what you’re saying next time you post.  It could be more hurtful than you know.  Remember, pain is relative, and there is no one size fits all for mental illness.  Support people in pain, even if it’s not easy.


( @itstonystarkbitch back me up, fam)

  • Me: *watched the Spiderman Homecoming trailer with my sister*
  • Me: Ahhh it looks so good!
  • My Sister: I know!!!
  • Me: I'm so excited! And I love how Tony is totally dading Peter.
  • My sister: *laughing* Oh my gosh that's a great word!

elvishphanlockian  asked:

Okay but Peter would be a whole FIVE INCHES taller than Tony (going by Chris and RDJ's heights) can you imagine the kisses between the two because merlin it would be adorable. Sorry, but StarkQuill feels are hitting me in the heart XD

Awwww. i love this head canon. What a sentence! #StarkQuillfeelsarehittingmeintheheart we should make this a thing. Because i feel you!

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The first time they are kissing they don’t even notice that. They are sitting on the couch and watching a movie.  Peter makes finally the first move when he carefully puts his hand on Tonys thigh. Tony smiles shyly down at that and lays his hand on Peters.

And the next moment Peter looks at him and Tony can’t help it, he looks down at Peter lips and blushes even more. He had thought a lot about it and when Peter leans closer he presses his lips on Peters.

It feels perfect.

They can’t stop after that. Tony is a giggling mess, when Peter kisses him again and again. On his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead and even his nose.

*

The next morning Tony whistles when he goes into the kitchen. He smiles very wide when he sees Peter behind the counter. Peter waves and is already blushing. Tony thinks he looks adorable.

There a a few moments where both don’t know what to do. They haven’t talked about that. But then Peter winks and beckons Tony over.

Tony grins when he runs goes over. And then he stands on his tiptoes to kiss Peter.

Peter is a goner just like that. He still has to bend down a bit to meet Tonys lips, but its so cute that Tony is so short. God he loves it!

Tony doesn’t seem to recognize it, but Peter can’t think of anything else every time he kisses Tony.

*

Its a few weeks later, when Tony eats Peters pancake without asking. Peter comes back to the living room and sees that Tony just had the last bite from his pancake.

Peter pouts.

“Aw sorry!” says Tony and sticks his tongue out. Peter pouts a bit more.

Tony stands up then and automatically stands on his tiptoes to kiss Peter, but this time Peter doesn’t bend down to meet him.

Tony blinks.

Once.

Twice.

Peter grins.

“What.” says Tony and frowns. Peter grins a bit more. And then its Tonys turn to pout.

“Why are you so tall!” says Tony and hits Peters chest. Well he pets it.

“Why are you so incredible small.”  retorts Peter promptly and Tony gasps.

“I’m not small.” he says and Peter laughs. He is small. Peter kisses him so Tony doesn’t work himself up over that.

Over something Peter adores.

*

Peter can’t help it. He loves Tonys size. Sometimes he bends down to kiss Tony. But mostly he loves it when Tony really has to stretch to kiss him.

He starts calling him my little star. First in his head and then out loud.

Tony hates loves it.

The kisses are the best part. But that Tony is so small is an asset in every situation. Because he loves to carry Tony.

Tony is always exhausted and sometimes he is so tired that he falls asleep in the workshop. Peter always carries him to bed then. Wonders how perfectly Tony fits into his arms.

Its also a plus when Tony is sad. When he cries for hours after a fight because another innocent person lost his life, Tony tucks himself under Peters chin and hugs him.

Peter can curl around him. Protect him from the world. Tony feels safe with Peter.

*

The first time Tony admits that he loves Peters height is after a fight. Iron Man fell out of the sky and even though Tony isn’t hurt serious. Peter nearly has a heart attack.

So after making sure that Tony is alright he presses Tony against the wall. Tony wraps his legs around Peters hips, as Peter grips his waist.

Tony gasps.

“I love how tall you are.” whispers Tony and Peter kisses him. Its not a real i love you. But Peter smiles into their kiss.

“I love you too little star.” whispers Peter back and Tonys blush goes down to his chest.

Baby Rogers - Captain America x Reader

Summary : Reader is pregnant, and she has no idea how she’s going to tell Steve…The other Avengers try to help. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Shit. Shit shit shit shit SHIT.  You knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that he was going to be great as usual…but you were scared shitless. 

Were you ready to have a baby ? You didn’t really know, the only thing you were sure of was that if you ever wanted kids, it was with Steve. He proposed to you a few months ago and you were suppose to get married the coming summer, a child wasn’t really part of the plan. However, the more you thought about it, the more you smiled…But was he going to be as happy ? You were totally freaking out, alone in your bathroom, glad that he wasn’t home right now. He would have totally understand that something was wrong with you…it was fairly obvious really. So you were glad to be alone. Well, not really. You wished you had someone to tell, someone that wasn’t your fiancé. 

You bolted out of your bathroom, grabbing a jacket, and went to the Avengers’ Tower common room, hoping to find a friend there. While you walked to the common room, you started to panic. You knew Steve, he would never hurt you…So what if he didn’t want a kid, but just to please you would act as if it was OK ? What if he decided that he didn’t wanna marry you anymore, and you suddenly found yourself raising a kid alone ? Granted, it wouldn’t be that difficult, you being a Stark, but…You were never so glad to see your brother, chilling in the common room with your friends. They were all there. Wanda, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Vision and Bruce. 

You came in awkwardly, and they didn’t notice you right away. 

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Spider-Boyfriend and Iron-Dad

Request: I just read your imagine of “Spider-boy” and was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Y/N of course, dates Peter anyway and Tony isn’t happy about it and she takes a stand for her relationship knowing Peter is too scared to do so?? Can it also be fluffy.

A/N: Ugh I love fluff, I love writing fluff, I love reading fluff, I just love soft fluffy stuff. Also this is really long my bad.

Part 1

“Meet you at eight then,” you confirmed with a giddy smile on your face. Ever since you started dating Peter your smile had yet to fade. He was just so sweet, and adorable. You were aware what boys your age could be like and after years of being hit on by the sons of your dad’s investors it felt good to just have an honest down to earth boy at your side.

“Who are you meeting at eight?” your dad’s voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“A friend,” you shrugged.

“What friend?”

“Mr. Stark, are you prying into your daughter’s personal life,” you said with mock surprise. Honestly, the only thing you were surprised about was that he hadn’t put it together that you were dating Peter. In his defense, he had been busy lately, but either way, old age was making him dull.

“I know it’s a boy.”

“Do you know that?” you countered.

“Of course it’s a boy, you’ve been walking around here grinning for a month. If it’s not a boy then I need you to give me what ever drug you’re taking. I could use it.”

“How do you know it’s a boy? It could be a girl.”

“Touche. Is it?”

“I’ll never tell. Besides, we’re just meeting to go see a movie. That’s it Dad. I’ll be home before you even pull out the hard liquor.”

“Ha ha. When am I going to meet this person?”

“If I can help it, never.”

His phone rang saving you from the rest of this conversation. You sighed and looked at your phone with small smile. Peter had texted you the address to the little restaurant the two of you were meeting at. Another notification on your phone alerted you to a Stark Expo happening soon… which meant having to deal with Tony’s investors. You huffed a sigh, if only Tony wasn’t so opposed to you dating Peter, you would gladly bring him along. Peter made every situation bearable. You’d go to a million expos, and galas if Peter was there with you.

“Dad!” you called as you got out of bed, if you were really lucky, you’d be able to weasel out of the expo. He was still on the phone of course so you waited, all the while thinking about what to wear tonight. There was no need to be super put together, Peter didn’t seem to care either way, and when you dressed your best it only made him more flustered, and while that was adorable to watch you figured he deserved a break.

“Okay, squirt, so tell me about this date of yours,” Tony demanded as he hung up. You ignored his demand and continued with your own agenda.

“I have a test to study for tomorrow, I can’t go to the Expo,” you lied, you did have things to study for but nothing that couldn’t be put off.

“Well if your test is that important then you should study for it tonight and go to the Expo tomorrow.”

“I have plans tonight.”

“And we have plans tomorrow, i.e. the expo.”

“Your investors always bring their creepy ass sons, and honestly you’re worried about my date but those boys have no respect for women.”

“And your date does?”

“He’s my date isn’t he.”

“Oh so it is a boy.”

“Crap,” you hissed, having realized your mistake, “Listen, I’ve had this date planned for a week.”

“Study, tonight, bring your date to the Expo.”

“What?”

“Unless there’s no test… then go out tonight, and still bring your date to the Expo,” Tony gave you a sly smirk. He knew he had won this battle.  You sighed and thought it over, it seemed like this was kind of inevitable.

“Fine,” you pouted, “but you have to promise to be nice.”

“I will not make a promise I can’t keep.”

“You are such a pest,” you rolled your eyes, and looked at your phone to check the clock, “You’re late for a meeting.”

“Shit, we’ll talk about this more later.”

“Sure thing,” you responded dryly going back to your room. Well whether Peter wanted to tell your father yet or not it was happening, and there was nothing either of you could do to stop it. With that in mind you decided upon dressing nice, innocent enough to get past your father, but sexy enough that it would fluster Peter, perhaps making it easier for your to get your way.

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okay so i was just thinking about how i miss sharing things with my roommates and being like, yes, here, let me help you in your hour of need!! and the i was thinking about how tony makes all the avengers’ stuff and it probably has literally the same feeling behind it, where he’s just like, let me do that!! i can give you this thing, here take this thing that will help you, and then they’re helped and he’s like so pleased with himself because he did that, he helped!!

Party time

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Lots of fluff.

Summary: You are always left aside at parties, and you would have refused to go to the last one if Tony hadn’t been so persistant. Well, you didn’t have a complete terrible time there.

A/N: Short one but cute anyway. Last one, requests are officially open.


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“The answer is no,” you rubbed your temples and sighed, trying to leave the topic behind to continue working on a small report.

“(Y/N), you can’t say no to a party!” Tony pouted.

“Tony, what’s the point of even going? You’re always too fucked up to keep a conversation with me because I’m the only one who’s not drunk.”

“Steve doesn’t get drunk,” he pointed out.

“Yes, and I have left with him, but the rest of you just… never mind, I’m not going,” you shook your head.

Tony left your room, quietly growling at your negative, but it didn’t stop there. He looked for you whenever and wherever he could just to make you say yes, until one day, after insisting so much, you decided to agree.

He promised he would be a responsible drinker and that he himself would take you to your room afterwards. The party was going to be at the tower, so no one would have to drive home in a terrible state. That was the most responsible thing he had done in a very long time.

Everyone was there; even Maria had shown up. You noticed that she had been talking to Steve very closely, and you were most excited when you saw them sharing a soft kiss. When they saw you watching them, their faces turned red and you turned on your heels and went to Tony’s side. He was eager to see you having some fun.

“So,” Tony asked as he gently led the slow swaying. He kept your waist well secured in his hands, “are you having a good time?” You nodded nervously, feeling the closeness of the two of you. “I’m glad, and I’m very sorry for making you feel left out… you’re a great part of me—of all of us,” he hurried to correct himself. “Yeah… of all of us.”

Clint was dancing with his wife very near you, and as he came closer, he said. “Stark, you’re so full of shit. Just tell her already,” and slowly dancing, he went away.

“Yeah, Stark,” you nodded, “you’re so full of shit. I’m not stupid, you know?”

“Can’t blame a boy for trying to look cool,” he shrugged. “And how did you find out?”

You chuckled heartedly, leaning your forehead on his shoulder and going up again. “Have you really forgotten that I can read minds?”

“Did you?—Have you?—When—?” Tony babbled.

“I didn’t mean to,” you apologized, “but you were screaming so hard—I mean, your mind was, and… it was bugging me a lot, so I kinda turned my attention, and when I wanted to stop… you just spat the words and… now I know it.”

“Is that why you said yes?”

“Kinda, one part of me wanted to see if you kept your promise, the other wanted so see if you had the balls to tell me or if I had to make the move… but apparently, Clint had to do it for the both of us,” you bit your bottom lip, looking right into Tony’s dark eyes.

Louis Armstrong was a most perfect background for that night. His hands, once nervous just to be so close to your body, now rested confidently on the small of our back, and as one roamed up your back, you rested an arm on his shoulder and let your hand hanging, while your free hand intertwined with the hair on the back of his head; he smiled fondly and waited for you to make the move. He wasn’t screaming it, but you knew what he hoped for.

You gently pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips against his eager ones. He molded with you so perfectly, like designed by the gods. His arms felt like a trap that you didn’t want to leave, and the rest was slowly being left aside; it was only you and Tony Stark.

“Does your mind ever happen to keep quiet?” You asked softly, as you pressed your foreheads together.

“Never,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again.

anonymous asked:

After tony got back from Afghanistan he learns Urdu and then consistently learns new languages bc he never wants to be in that position again. Consequently he knows Russian and understands when Nat and Bucky speak it. They realize this and keep switching languages trying to find one tony doesnt know. he doesn't know them all but he knows enough he can usually get a basic understanding of what they're saying-like from root words and such. This game brings the three of them closer together.

c“(Note I am using google translate for most of these so if you have proper grammar/ spelling for anything please help)

Tony doesn’t really share his language skills, doesn’t tell the world. They’re a skill born out of fear and weakness. Learning Urdu and Hungarian were the first acts of silent defiance after Afghanistan, they were Tony’s method of coping. He kept learning though, kept learning to understand as many languages as possible. He never again wanted to be in a position where he couldn’t understand his captors. 

It’s come in handy a handful of times, when his captors have attempted to outwit him. More so though, it comes in handy when it comes to the assassin trio. 

“Ya nenavizhu, chto posle boya chistyat.” Natasha grumbles. I hate post battle cleanup. Tony translates, he should have expected that her and Bucky would complain in Russian.  She shovels a bunch of green goop into a bucket, a disgusted look on her face.

“No natasha eto khorosho dlya nashikh svyazey s obshchestvennost'yu” Bucky says, and Tony nearly snorts at the way he straightens his posture to look more like Steve. But Natasha it’s good for pubic relations. The scolding tone was hilarious, and Tony could swear Natasha was smiling. 

“Tebe nravitsya eto tol'ko potomu, chto ty smotrish’ na zadnitsu Starka, kogda on rabotayet” She teases, and Tony drops his shovel. You only like it because you get to look at Stark’s ass when he’s working. Jesus Christ the woman wants to give him a heart attack. Natasha turns suspicious eyes on him, and he scrambles to pick up his shovel and get back to work.

 “Eto khoroshaya zadnitsa.” Bucky replies, and Tony knocks over the garbage can next to him. Well, it is a nice ass. Bucky thinks he has a nice ass? Or he knows that Tony knows what he’s saying and he’s making fun of him. 

“ Penso che parli russo.” Natasha comments, switching to Italian. I think he speaks russian. Bucky’s face drains of color, and Tony’s stomach drops. 

“Oh Dio ha sentito quello che ho detto sul suo culo?” He shoots a murderous glare Tony’s direction to cover up his concern, tony carefully casual. Oh god did he hear what I said about his ass? Bucky demands, Natasha smirks at him. 

“ Pravděpodobně slyšel, vzhledem k tomu, že jeho matka byla Italka.” Natasha says, seamlessly switching to Czech. He probably heard that too considering his mother was Italian. Bucky glares at Tony again, and Tony whistles to himself pretending he’s busy. 

“Can you two stop talking and clean?” Steve grumbles, carrying what looks like a crushed food cart past them. Bucky grunts, and kicks out a leg to trip him, making Tony laugh and earning Steve’s disappointed glare, it was worth it.

“Jeho smích je tak roztomilý, ale teď se bude kolem mě cítit trapně. Nat, co mám dělat?” Bucky complains. His laugh is so cute, but he’s going to feel awkward around me now Nat, what do I do? Tony blinks at that, wondering why he would feel awkward over Bucky liking his ass. I mean sure, he hasn’t stopped blushing since he heard it, but awkward? He’s Tony Stark, he’s never awkward. 

“Mondd meg neki, hogy szereted, idióta.” She says, not explaining the sudden switch to Hungarian. Tony wonders if she actually doesn’t know he speaks Hungarian. Just tell him you love him idiot. Wonders if she actually knows how many languages he speaks. 

“Ja, Ich liebe dich, Tony.” He grumbles sarcastically, glaring at the man in question. “Wunderbare Idee, Natasha. Das wird gut gehen. Er mag mich nichtmals.” Yes, I love you Tony. Wonderful idea Natasha. That will go great. He doesn’t even like me. The derisive tone at the end, and the way he glances away from Tony is heart breaking. 

“ Reiß dich zusammen .” Natasha says, throwing her shovel at him. Get over yourself. Bucky looks surprised. “The asshole can still understand us, and he looks heartbroken at the thought of not liking you Bucky. He does like you. Tony stop eavesdropping and come kiss him. Idioten.” She grumbles storming off.

“Natasha we’re supposed to be cleaning up, and you’re not supposed to manipulate the outcome if you’re in the betting pool.” Steve calls after her, holding up one end of an I beam. 

“Combats-moi Rogers.” She throws over her shoulder. Tony waves awkwardly at Bucky. “It’s not even my week.” 

“Did you really understand all of that?” Bucky asks, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Jeg kan måske vide et par for mange sprog.” Tony admits, I might know a few too many languages. Bucky groans. “Do you really lo-like my ass?” Tony asks, face tomato red.

“Oh, screw the bet, he loves you and your butt stupid!” Steve yells, shoving some rubble into a dump truck. “Ugh, why do I even bother? Team clean up, it’ll be fun, they said. I’m the only one cleaning.”

“I’m helping!” Clint protests. Steve glances at the hotdog in his hand, raising an eyebrow. “What? I was hungry.” Tony laughs, and Bucky’s eyes go soft. 

“God you’re pretty when you laugh.” Bucky says, and Tony blushes. “I do like your stupid butt, and your stupid laugh, and your stupid tower, and your stupid hair, and your stupid lab.” Tony goes from blushing to outraged in a second. 

“You take that back you ass, my lab is beautiful, and brilliant, and not stupid.” Tony says, practically tackling the supersoldier.  Bucky remains largely unmoved as the genius collides with him, pulling his arm out of the way so Tony doesn’t hurt himself. 

“Of course, my apologies.” Bucky says, and Tony finds himself awkwardly close to Bucky’s face.

“It’s okay.” He mumbles. Bucky smiles, leaning closer to him, and Tony blushes, pushing up on his toes. 

“Kiss already!” Clint cheers, and Bruce slaps a hand over his mouth. 

“It is my week to win, and you are ruining their moment asshole.” Bruce hisses, and Tony blinks, as Bucky turns to glare at them. 

“Okay, did you all really bet?” Bucky demands. Clint nods before Bruce can stop him. “I hate you all, and I’m taking the winnings so me and Tony can go on a date.” Bucky decides, scooping Tony up bridal style, and walking away from the mess.

“We’re still supposed to clean!” Steve calls after them, and one gleaming metal finger appears over Bucky’s shoulder. “Fair enough.” Steve mutters. “Why do I always end up doing all the work at these things?”

“Cause you’re a goody two shoes.” Clint offers. Bruce nods along.

“Also because nobody else wants to be here.” Bruce adds. Clint points at him. 

“That too.” 

“I hate all of you.” Steve grumbles. 

“Wait, is Bucky really taking the money? I won fair and square.” Bruce protests, looking ready to fight either Steve or Bucky if necessary. 

“Well Natasha cheated.” Steve says. 

“Then she’s disqualified, I still won.” Bruce says, crossing his arms angrily. “That’s my money.” 

Thanks @wrenchirps for the help with the German translation

Thanks @kikosaito for the help with the Czech translation

Echoes

Pairng: Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1742

Requested By: @sybil-howlett

Summary/Request:  After CW: The reader is a vigilante mutant but blind and she uses echolocation, she protects Tony from a bunch of attacker and battle them off with her staff and her earth powers. ((let grow ivy and vines and chain the bad guys with it.)) She turns to Tony and smiles at him. “Are you alright?” He nods with an awed face while the reader chuckles and vanishes when she hears police is arriving. Tony searches for her and finds her at Charles Xaviers school as teacher. with an happy ending, please

Author’s Note: Sorry if it isn’t up to the mark,because that i feel,  feel like I could have done much better. :( Anyways hope you like it if not feel free to asked me to make changes. 

Permanent Tag List: @palaiasaurus64

MASTERLIST



It was a cold December night. New York as always was awake,while those sane enough were asleep. Tony Stark, however, decided to go fo a walk.It was weeks after the events of what the media deemed as the Civil War. The Avengers who once stood united,had fallen divided. Captain America and his team had gone into hiding, Stark, on the other hand, responded in such a way,which none of his friends had expected. Except for the occasional drink or so,he did not opt towards his old alcoholic and play boyish ways. Instead, he focused on training better and taking an active role in being a part of his own company. Meaning he was back to being the CEO of Stark Industries. Today had been a tough day. The board meeting was a disaster, everything that happened was reminding him of the awful day in Siberia.

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anonymous asked:

Is it bad that I just... can't accept a lot of the Team Cap side of issue because it's so... blind to the race issues? Like I'm not white, and whenever I read Team Cap Meta, it just can't... separate the white privilege from a lot of the statements that I've seen. I think it's a common issue as a lot of my fellow foreign fans felt a massive divide with the movie as well.

Full disclosure that I am white and American, before I continue. 

I don’t think it’s bad at all. I think it’s something to be discussed certainly. I’ve heard from other foreign fans that Cap’s position seems imperialistic and I can certainly see where they are coming from and even agree on some points. 

Going into a foreign country - and as the Accords seem to want to stop, against their wishes - and then declaring that your reasons to do so and to keep doing so are the safest hands are your own is something can easily be read as ‘I know what’s best for you’ and that was used in the past by white colonialists to justify their invading and occupying foreign countries. I don’t think the writers intended this impression at all, I just think they perhaps didn’t think through was they were really saying thoroughly enough and then they never clarified what was happening. If the Avengers didn’t have permission to be in Nigeria and didn’t coordinate with anyone, if Lagos was the result of the Avengers not having a limits, then they would be incredibly worrisome. The bad guy was stopped, but innocents died, and by what little the movie gives us, the Avengers are silent on that.

(While I disagree with Steve’s statement, I don’t think that’s what he meant. I think it was tied into what he said about shifting the blame, but that point was already muddled when he told Wanda that sometimes people die and they just have to go on. Factually true, but the people that died still died, so its not surprising someone will want answers.)

The minute the movie implied the Avengers don’t have liaisons or chain of command beyond ‘Steve and Nat are the boss’ (and we leave the rest to Tony, maybe?), the minute the movie said 117 countries though, I knew it wasn’t fully appreciating it’s own scale. Some of those countries were likely small, using this to get their voices heard, and maybe some of those leaders were corrupt, but others were probably genuinely worried about the Avengers posing a threat and them not being able to handle it until they were already gone. 

There’s more to the Accords of course, things that restrict the Avengers or are maybe even there to punish them, we really don’t know. The movie doesn’t tell us beyond whatever Ross says in his first visit. But there has got to be a middle ground there between Steve’s the safest hands are our own and Tony’s we need to be checked. This is not a ‘No, you move’ situation. And then you mix in Bucky and the whole thing becomes about him and…boom, ideological plot lost.

I feel like I’m not fully answering your ask because I don’t have the perspective you do, and I apologize, but no, I don’t think it’s bad, especially if it makes you feel uncomfortable the way it does. If anyone else wants to pick up on this, or if you want to send me more, anon, I’d be happy to listen.

Short list of reasons why “Marvel’s Iron Fist” is much better show than they tell you

No particular spoilers to the events of the show - I’m assuming that if you’re reading this, you know at least the outline of the storyline and the characters.

1. Stranger in a strange land. Danny doesn’t fit anywhere - he left the “real” world at 10, he went through 15 years of serious abuse with little to no support structure, and then he comes back to the “real” world with virtually no knowledge of the practical aspects of life. So, taking that into consideration, I’d say he’s handling himself pretty damn well.

2. Danny’s not the brightest lightbulb in the box. It’s a novelty, really, to have a character who is a mix of a kicked puppy, cinnamon roll and violence, all wrapped in one, intellectually underwhelming person. Danny lacks Jessica’s street smarts, Matt’s planning and subtlety and Luke’s cynical, practical approach. We have to deal with having a deeply flawed, sometimes incredibly stupid character who doesn’t have all the answers and makes idiotic mistakes. After guys like Steve Rogers or Tony Stark it’s actually refreshing.

3. Danny is a millennial. He’s stumbling through adulthood with a very relatable lack of grace and huge amount of second-hand embarrassment. If you’re twenty-something, watch him fumble for 13 episodes and tell me you didn’t once feel like telling him “I feel you, bro.”.

4. Female characters are awesome. Marvel-Netflix shows deliver incredible, strong female characters that evolve in front of us - and “Iron Fist” doesn’t break the tradition. I enjoyed them immensely and I’ll never get bored of strong women who don’t wait for other people to save them.

5. It makes “Daredevil” season 2 have more sense. That’s actually also a flaw of the show - you’ll understand the main storyline better if you’ve seen the fumbled mess that was Daredevil’s second season. Finally the lore gets some context and becomes more understandable.

6. It’s not boring, it’s well-written. Don’t let the reviewers fool you - sure, it takes some time to establish the characters and their corner of the Netflix/Marvel world but you really shouldn’t judge this show based on first two or three episodes. There is a difference between stellar but slower narrative and a bland, boring show. It’s like the difference between a 3k word long porn fanfic and 300k words of a long and well-planned story. If you prefer them short and intense - leave “Iron Fist” alone.

Don’t Hide From Me (Pt 1 of 2?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Word Count: ~2100

Request: From  @thevanishedillusion

Summary:  Friends with Tony for years, with him in Afghanistan, you couldn’t bear to see him take on the “suicide mission” that was Iron Man. However, fate has a way of bringing you back.

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You feel small, having forgotten how large the city actually was.  But, standing here in front of Stark Tower is a sharp reminder.  It’s been many years since you stood in the shadow of this imposing building.  The last time, you were walking away.

You stood in the back of the now infamous press conference

“I know it’s confusing. It’s one thing to question the official story and another thing to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I’m a superhero” Tony snarks at the reporter.

Rolling her eyes, the reporter replies, “I never said Superhero”

Clearly taken aback he continues, “Well, good, because that would be outlandish, and fantastic.” He mumbles the last few words and sighs as he continues. “I’m just not the hero type, with this…laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made; largely public.” At this, Rhodey leans in whispering something.

“The truth is” he trails off, before his confidence returns, “I am Iron Man.”

The reports are scrambling over themselves to try to get more out of him, but you couldn’t wait to get further away. You returned to your room, packed your bags, walked out, and didn’t look back. You couldn’t bear to stand by and watch as he threw himself into a suicide mission; despite the feelings you might harbor for the billionaire.

And so you left, moved across the country, got a prestigious job at a tech company in Seattle, and tried not to think about the man, and life, you left behind.

But life has a way of coming full circle. You spent several years moving up the ladder at your new company when Tony called you and offered you a job; with benefits that you really couldn’t refuse.  Between the incredible raise, a room at the tower, and the opportunity to work on seemingly impossible projects alongside him, and assisting the Avengers, you would be an idiot to turn it down.  

So here you are, gathering up your courage to once again walk through those doors.  

Steeling yourself, taking a deep breath, grasping the worn leather of your bag in your hand, you take the first step forward. Followed by a second, and third, and soon you find yourself opening the door.  

Looking up you are still in awe of the architecture and décor; Tony has nothing, if not impeccable tastes.  Your legs carry you to the reception desk.  A pretty girl with long wavy black hair greets you with a 1000-watt smile, “Welcome to Stark Tower. How may I help?”

“I’m Ms. Y/l/n. I have an appointment with Mr. Stark.” You offer to the woman.

Brows creasing slightly, she taps away at her keyboard.  “Ah, yes, I see it now,” but with that she trails off, looking slightly uncomfortable.  You know what she is going to say, before she even formulates the response.

But a voice sounds from behind you, and you smile to yourself at the relief that flashes across her face. “Ms. Y/l/n?”

Turning on your heels, you see none other than Captain America walking toward you.  “Yes, but please, call me Y/n, Captain,” offering your hand.

His large hand envelops yours, “Alright, but it’s not Captain here. Just Steve will do.”

“All right ‘Just Steve’” you say with a sly smirk.

Tilting his head back and releasing a laugh, he places his hand on your back and leads you to the elevator. “Tony had to step out for a minute, so I figured I’d come down to meet you and help you get settled.”

Humming in response, “He forgot,” more a statement, than a question.

At this Steve was clearly uncomfortable, shifting slightly on his feet as we wait to for the elevator.

“You might not know, Steve, but Tony and I have a long history. I know him; he gets so consumed in his current project that everything else falls to the wayside,” you state matter-of-factly, if somewhat sadly.

You miss the way Steve looks at you, but he still ushers you into the lift.  “Tony has your apartment all set up.  You things arrived yesterday,” he offers quietly.

Looking up at him, you smile and offer a genuine thanks.  

Seeming to relax a little, you both make small talk about your trip, the weather, and other menial things.

You were surprised at how down to earth the super soldier was; it was nice; easy. As the elevator arrived to your floor, Steve was giving you the run down of the tower, not that you really needed it, but some things had changed, and the update was nice.  You exit the lift on the floor that you and Tony would share, and walk to your apartment door, Steve stops you, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You look at him quizzically, so he continues, “Tony has been happier than I’ve seen him in a long time, and I have a hunch that it’s because you agreed to come back,” he states as he rubs the back of his neck.  “We have our differences, but he deserves to be happy; so thank you.”

You started at him, eyes wide, and mouth open. It never crossed your mind that your return would have that effect on him.  Finally collecting yourself you nodded, feeling a blush heating your cheeks.

Entering your apartment you can feel the nostalgia start to creep in. The layout is almost identical to your old place. However, it’s updated with your new furniture, pictures, and décor. Looking around you can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest, as Steve looks panicked at your reaction.

“I’m sorry,” you wheeze, “but this is exactly how Tony would set up the furniture.”  As you glance at Steve you can’t help but feel sorry for your reaction,  “I’m sorry, it’s perfect; and the apartment is wonderful. I think I’m just exhausted and slap-happy from my flight.”  You try to allay his worries.  

He isn’t completely convinced, but relaxes a little as he informs you of the time that dinner is arriving, urging you to join them and meet the rest of the team.

“Of course, it would be a pleasure; as long as you sure they won’t mind me intruding,” you respond.  

“Not at all, Tony has spoken highly of you since you accepted his offer, so everyone is anxious to meet you,” he assures you.

“Ok, I’ll see you then,” you say as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Taking in your new apartment, you can’t believe that after all these years you are back, you never thought it would happen.  You walk into the bedroom; unpack some of your clothes before hopping in the shower to rinse off the airplane feeling.  

The shower did wonders on your energy level, so you spent the rest of the afternoon rearranging the furniture so your favorite chair was just so. When that was done, a female voice comes over the speakers announcing dinner was ready.  “Jarvis?” you ask, confused.

“No, Ms. Y/l/n, I’m FRIDAY, Mr. Stark’s new AI,” she answered.

“Ah, Ok.  And please call me Y/n, FRIDAY,” you said as you walked to the door to meet the rest of The Avengers.

When the elevator arrived to the floor, you took a deep breath and stepped out to the chaos that is dinner with the team.  

When Steve saw you, he called everyone’s attention, and introduced you.  You returned their greetings with a small wave and a nervous “Hello.”  Your nerves quickly dissipated as they were incredibly welcoming and easy to get along with.; nothing like how you imagined they would be.  

Dinner passed in easy conversation and lots of laughs.  As evening turned to night, you bid them a good night, and went back to your room, disappointment heavy within your chest. Disappointed that Tony hadn’t even come back for dinner.  But you shook it off, knowing that you would see him in the morning when you started your first day in the lab.  

Your exhaustion quickly caught up with you and you fell to sleep nearly as soon as your head hit the pillow.  

Pain.

“NO!” A scream rips out of your throat, as you struggle against your restraints.

“Why were we hired to kidnap Tony Stark?” a deep voice demands.

“I don’t know,” you beg in a weak whisper.

The answer wasn’t good enough, it never was.  Something solid hit your cheek, snapping your face to the side, another blow lands against your ribs.

“Lets try this again,” he says, waiting for a different answer, one you will never be able to answer.

You hear the crackling of the fire behind you before you feel the searing metal harsh against your back.

Another screams tears out of your chest.

Shooting up in bed, you pray that you didn’t wake anyone with your nightmare.  You rush out of bed, stumbling on the sheets tangled around your legs, on your way to the bathroom.  Looking in the mirror you see the telltale signs of nightmares.  Sweat soaked clothes clung to your body as your chest heaved while you tried to calm your breathing and slow your racing heart. Hair plastered to your face and neck, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears.  Glancing at the clock, you see barely two hours had passed since you got back from dinner.  Your nightmares had been few and far between, but you had a feeling that with your return to the tower, you would be seeing more of them.  Sighing in resignation, you strip your sweaty clothes and turned the shower on.  Catching a glance in the mirror, you see the, now well-healed, scars from your time captured in Afghanistan with Tony.

You step under the hot spray, allowing the soothing sounds of the water on the tiles to calm you and steady your breathing.  Closing your eyes, and leaning your head against the cool tile, you think back to that trip.

Riding in the Humvee with Tony and the soldiers, he was all jokes and smart remarks.

“I feel like you are driving me to court martial, this is crazy, what did I do. I feel like you are going to pull over and snuff me. What? You aren’t allowed to talk? Hey Forrest!” Tony said, making you roll your eyes, and poorly suppress a chuckle

“We can talk sir” one soldier replied

“So it’s personal”

“No, you intimidate them,” the driver said.

“Good god, you’re a woman. I honestly couldn’t have called that. I mean I’d apologize but isn’t that what were going for here. I thought of you as a soldier first.”

“I’m actually an airman,” she replied

“You have excellent bone structure there. I’m actually having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird? Come on, It’s ok. Laugh!” Tony said, finally loosening up the tension in the vehicle.

A few moments later everything was on fire, it all happened so fast, you didn’t have time to do anything but find Tony and get cover.

The water began to cool down, so you turned it off, dried and dressed in clean clothes, and straightened up the bed.  Walking into the kitchen, you poured a drink and started to go out on the balcony, when a soft knock at your door caused you to pause.  As you go to answer the door, you wonder who would be coming to see you at this hour, but you should have known.

“Tony Stark as I live and breathe,” you say, a smile gracing your face, as he pulls you into a hug.  

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a long time,” he mumbles into your hair, refusing to let you go.  

You relax into his arms, taking a deep breath.  No matter the expensive cologne he wears, or the cigars he enjoys, Tony always had a hint of oil and grease as an undertone from all of his time spent in the lab.  

You didn’t realize how much you had missed him, until the tears start pricking at your eyes.  He hears you sniffle, and pulls you away, “Hey, no tears!  This is good,” he says softly.

“It is.  It is,” you reply, stepping aside so he can come in the apartment.

Pouring him a drink, you both sit on the couch, talking for hours, until eventually a poorly suppressed yawn convinces you both to go to bed, with promises of breakfast before starting work in the morning.

Part 2

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