tony wires

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Tony rubbed his forehead and tried to continue working on Peter’s suit. Some incident with electrical wires rendered a few of the features useless. When he heard about the predicament, Tony extended his kindness and offered to fix it with him. What he didn’t know was how much Peter was going to chat while they worked. 

After mentioning gym class, his Chemistry homework, and favorite restaurant all in the span of two minutes, Tony noticed that the one sided conversation’s topic had surrounded you, one of Peter’s friends. You were always there, the main character. The older man looked at the teenager in amusement, which Peter noticed. “What?“ 

Shaking his head, Tony went back to the suit. “Nothing.“ 

"No, seriously. What?” He insisted. 

“Seriously nothing,” he replied, smirking. Without taking his eyes off the wires, Tony added teasingly. “Keep on talking about your girlfriend." 

Not expecting that, Peter almost tripped over nothing and held onto the work table in an attempt to look casual. "Gir-girlfriend? I don’t hav- I mean, Y/N’s not my-” He paused, trying to look more laid back. “Well, she’s my friend and girl, but not…that.” Peter’s face was getting redder with every word that he said.

Holding up the Spiderman suit to Peter, Tony mentioned, “Huh. You might not even have to wear a mask with this if you keep on blushing about your friend that is a girl, but not your girlfriend.” Little did Tony know that he had just started a conversation that was even more tiresome than the first. 

“It’s not that I wouldn’t like her as my girlfriend,” Peter continued his tangent, “She’s really smart and funny. Also pretty. Really pretty.” For a second, he was in his own daze. “What was I saying? Oh, yeah!” Peter snapped back into reality. “It doesn’t even matter. It’s not like she would ever date me." 

"Sure, she would,” Tony assumed, “It sounded like you two are already pretty close.”

“Yeah, we’re good friends,” he replied, “But that’s completely different from dating. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Peter shoved his hands into his pockets, evidently embarrassed. 

Tony paused his tinkering for a second to think. It might be good for Peter to have a girlfriend to give him something outside of Spiderman. “Well, you just have to impress her. Transition the friendly feelings to romantic feelings with some dates.” Peter looked confused. Was it that simple? “Okay, kid. Where would you take Y/N on a first date?" 

He smiled and answered immediately, "Her favorite pizza shop in Queens.” Noticing Tony’s bored expression, Peter felt self conscious. He had been sure that that would be perfect, a casual place that both of you were familiar with. “What do you think?" 

Shuffling through his projected agenda that appeared before his eyes, Tony stated, "Seems very normal. She could do that any day.” He found what he was looking for among the piles of invites and smiled triumphantly. “But could Y/N see an acrobatic show any time she wanted?” Peter barely had time to shake his head before Tony continued, “Perfect. I’ll get you a cool ride and a driver for Friday night. Make sure you two wear something nice and-” He picked up the newly repaired suit- “Stay away from electrical wires."  

When Ned heard from Peter about what happened, he was in awe. "Seriously? Tony Stark is giving you free things now?" 

"Yeah, to help me ask out Y/N,” Peter clarified, “He was given the tickets and couldn’t go so…” Shrugging his backpack off, his mind started to wander how he might explain how he casually happened upon these the tickets to you. 

“So, let me get this straight,” you said slowly, digesting all the information your best friend quickly told you, “Tony Stark held a raffle among his interns for various events he isn’t going to and you got two tickets to an acrobatic show?"  

Peter smiled excitedly. "It’s this famous show that’s in New York now.” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked down at his scruffy shoes. “The extra ticket is yours, if you want it.” His eyes rose to meet yours, anxious to hear your response. 

“Are you sure you want to take me?” you asked casually, “It seems like an opportune time to ask out someone. She would be pretty impressed probably.”

“I could, but I’d rather go with you, if you can.” Peter bit the inside of his cheek, which had become a small nervous habit of his. 

Grinning excitedly, you nodded. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m definitely sure,” he reassured quickly before adding, “It’s Friday, Mr. Stark’s giving us a ride, and I have been told to wear something nice.” Before you could change your mind, he stuttered something about seeing you in class and walked away, leaving you behind, yet pleasantly confused.

As the week progressed, Peter was in a state of impatience combined with joy. He was antsy in class, even more so than before. Even though he rolled his eyes at Ned’s teasing, the stupid smile never left Peter’s face. Nothing could ruin anything now that he kinda sorta had a date with you.

Finally, Friday evening was upon Peter who was rushing around his room, trying to look presentable. Aunt May, who had been informed about what was happening, commented lightly, fixing his collar and pushing his hair out of his face. When Tony’s driver texted him that he was there, Peter practically fell down the stairs as he tripped over his own feet to get to the car.

If he was amazed by the car, it was nothing compared to the feeling he felt when he saw you. Your knee length dress was spectacular, yet there was the undeniable factor of you that made Peter absolutely speechless. Tell her she looks beautiful Aunt May told him. "You look…incredibly stunning.” Close enough.

To his personal delight, you blushed slightly at the compliment, before composing yourself and responding, “Why, thank you. You look handsome tonight, Peter.” He opened the door for you smoothly, as if he hadn’t practiced it all week, and went in the car after you had settled.

The show was astounding, but Peter loved watching you more than he liked watching the acrobats on stage. Well, he found himself watching the Avengers tribute, where Spiderman was a part of. Your amazement at the trained professionals only made him more entranced.

About halfway through the show, Peter noticed your hand resting on the armrest that separated the two of you. Delicately, he placed his hand on top of yours, as if he was scared you would flinch away. To his delight, you didn’t pull away and, although Peter wasn’t entirely sure due to the dimmed lights and multiple colors on the stage, your cheeks might have turned that soft shade of pink from earlier in the night.

Ever since that night, Tony made sure that Peter had enough of impressive dates to present to you. He hasn’t kissed you yet, but on the date, he could pretend that he was a confident billionaire like Tony Stark himself and take your hand occasionally. Sure, getting dressed formally was a hassle, but to be with you? Peter would do anything.

The third date was actually an Avengers’ event that Peter was invited to, but he still told you that Tony Stark invited him just because of the internship, since you weren’t aware of his double life. That night started off well, as all the previous dates had, and you looked enchanting in your long dress, but as the night went on, Peter lost you and couldn’t find you.

It had taken half an hour and hacking into Tony Stark’s security cameras to find you on the roof, by yourself. He went up there, hoping to appear casual. "Hey. I couldn’t find you,” Peter said softly as he stood next to you on the ledge. You only smiled in response, making him insecure about himself. “Are you not having a good time?”

“No, I am,” you reassured quickly, “It’s just…” You took a quick breath. “It’s stupid.”

Peter placed his hand on top of yours on the railing and looked into your eyes. “I’m sure it’s not.” A few seconds of silence went by before he sighed, “I understand if you don’t want to come with me to these. You don’t have to fee obligated or anything.”

“No, no, no.” You cracked a small smile. “Peter, this is going to be your life soon at the rate you’re going at. I shouldn’t feel ungrateful, but I would just be fine with staying in Queens-” your smile morphed into a bigger one, “-grabbing a pizza. I just know you’d want someone by your side who has your ambition right now. I’m just a regular high school student.” You looked at the view from the tower and Peter’s heart ached at the sight.

“Wait, seriously?” He asked incredulously, “I’d love to grab a pizza at that little pizza shop you like.” Peter’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I was just trying to impress you with all these outings.” If it was possible, his face turned redder. “And you are anything but regular. You’re extraordinary. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

You looked at him with shock, but he recognized the happiness in your eyes. Slowly, Peter took a step closer and placed his hand on your cheek delicately. Without so much as an inch between the two of you, he whispered, “Is this actually happening?”

“Don’t think so much.” With that, you leaned in and placed your lips on his. His eyes widened before closing them quickly and returning the kiss. Peter placed his other hand on the small of your back and he felt your hands go up to his neck. Your fingers played with a little of his hair, making his face feeling redder than he knew it was, but Peter didn’t care because all he cared about was you, you, you.

You pulled away from the kiss and Peter leaned in a bit, pouting at the end of perhaps the best kiss in his whole lifetime. Laughing a bit at his silly face, you laced your hand with his and mentioned, “So you said something about my favorite pizza shop?”

A Case of You;

Summary: There was always an age gap between Y/N and Tony, which was the only reason he never confessed his true feelings for her. But after a near death experience when Y/N sacrifices herself for him, Tony decides to open up; helping her through rehab and recovery, they grow closer.

A/N: I would put Y/N’s age around 23-25. I hope everyone likes this! Please like/reblog/follow, because I’m looking for some more Marvel-related blogs to follow. Thanks for reading xx

“Got a few Hydra guys headed towards you from your right, Y/N!” Sam called into the comm, causing Y/N to swing around in response. She took on a defensive stance, ready to take them out when they were suddenly blasted away by Iron Man. 

She rolled her eyes, internally cursing Tony Stark for a second while she got back to work. “You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” Y/N said as she jogged along, heading towards their target: an old, recently abandoned munitions factory that was adapted to be a Hydra hideout. This particular location was flagged specifically for the Avengers to destroy, since SHIELD intelligence reported the possible development of new Winter Soldiers. That’s why they were down a man this week, too. Steve made the call for Bucky Barnes to sit out this mission (which led to a series of destroyed computers and a broken table, none of which particularly bothered Tony). 

Because of this handicap, Y/N and the others were forced to be everywhere at once. Sam’s reconnaissance drone buzzed about, gathering information to warn them about upcoming enemies. Y/N was literally all over the place, teleporting from one area to another, depending on where the fighting was the heaviest. The Avengers crew spent almost as much time dodging Steve’s shield as they did fighting. 

“Thank you works, too,” Tony simply responded, flying alongside her as they neared the building. “Almost there, ladies and gentlemen. Everything outside clear?” Tony asked everyone.

“Clear.”

“Clear.”

“Clear here, too.”

“Clear. Let’s just get this over with,” Clint responded impatiently, “I’m cooking for the wife tonight.”

Y/N made eye contact with Steve, who nodded in acknowledgement, before busting down the door to the surprisingly unfortified building. Perhaps they thought their biggest defense was the secrecy of the place? “I have an odd feeling about this,” Y/N said nervously into the comm system, “Why isn’t it more heavily protected?” 

No one else said anything, however, as they finally entered. The entire area was dead silent as each member of the team carefully stepped across the concrete floor, looking for anyone who was waiting to attack. “Tony, Y/N, Clint-go right,” Steve commanded quietly into the comm system, “Wanda, Natasha, Sam, and I will go left.”

While Tony and Clint walked as quietly forward as they could, Y/N teleported ahead to clear the area.

“Everything seems okay out here,” Y/N reported at a normal volume, seeing as there was apparently no one to give away their location to. 

“Same here,” Natasha said, sounding as suspicious as the other girl was. When Tony and Clint finally caught up, they joined her in searching the area. “We’ll be heading your way in a minute after we shake this area down.”

The girl noticed Tony, having just taken off the suit for better mobility, hunched over something in the corner. “Tony, What is that?” Almost as soon as she asked, though, she knew it was a bomb. “Don’t come over here!” Y/N yelled hoarsely into the comm, so loudly it made Clint jump and pull his earpiece out, “There’s a bomb-I repeat, there’s a bomb.”

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Coming Home (Chap 4.)

This is not an easy chapter, lovelies. Not in the least. There are two fairly descriptive scenes (water torture and solitary confinement), but most of this chapter focuses on Tony trying to recover from each bout of torture and Yinsen taking care of him. I cried all the way through it and you guys should grab some tissues. 

This is the worst chapter of the fic guys. We will have several emotional chapters through out as Tony heals physically and emotionally, but this will be the hardest one to read. If you can make it through this one you can make it through the rest!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Tissues babes, grab some.

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(Day Thirty-Two)

Tony had the presence of mind, and a precious few seconds of warning, to take a deep breath and hold it the first time they shoved his head into the icy water and held it down.

Icy wasn’t even the right word.

Frigid. Glacial. Hypothermic. Bitter cold and shocking in it’s intensity and Tony wanted to scream, but he kept his mouth sealed and his eyes shut and hoped that they weren’t setting out to kill him on this first round.

They were careful to wrap his chest to guard it from any water, and Tony supposed that was good, but he was starting to shake and he knew he had to breath soon and he didn’t know if they would–

–Fresh air.

His head was lifted by his hair, and it hurt like hell but Tony forced his eyes open, tried to breathe through the shock of being in the water and then suddenly out, but before he could take a full breath, they pushed him back in.

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Friends in Odd Places

I saw a prompt floating around about someone being friends with villains and constantly being rescued by heroes. Of course I thought of Tony. Didn’t really get to the rescuing part, but have Tony befriending some villains.


“Welcome to Michigan State Science Camp,” The director droned. Tony rolled his eyes, and scanned the crowd. This camp was for highschoolers, meaning that Tony was the youngest as usual. Except there’s a kid in the corner, wearing a green hoodie.

“Science!” Some of the kids yelled half heartedly, Tony assumes the woman tried to start a change. He starts edging his way towards the other kid.

“Hi.” Tony hisses. “I’m Tony.” The kid glances up, looking bored.

“I’m Victor Von Doom, of Latervia.” The kid replies primly. Tony rolls his eyes.

“Latervia, cool, do you like robots?” Tony looks at the wires sticking out of his pocket with curiosity.

“I love robots.” Victor replies. By the end of camp they had communicator watches and a strong friendship. Forged from robotics, and loneliness. Victor is in Tony’s phone as Victor Von Dramatic. Tony is in Victor’s as Tony Snark. It’s a good friendship.

Tony needs to review some for his finals. He may be a genius, but Professor Carbonel is known for asking questions specific to the text book. He’s headed for the quiet corner on the research floor he usually uses when he hears sniffling.

“Hello?” He asks, nervous. There’s a moment of silence and he peeks around the shelf to find a mess of a boy in a green jacket. He’s got long dark hair, and teary eyes.

“Hi.” The guy mumbles, he’s tense in a way Tony is intimately familiar with. He’s tense the same way Tony is when Tiberius and his gang show up to put him in his place.

“Are you okay?” Tony asks, the kid sneers at him.

“Do I look okay?” He snarks, Tony snorts, taking in his messy hair, and dirty shirt.

“Not particularly. I’m Tony, who are you?” Tony asks, the kids too skinny, and there are dark circles under his eyes.

“I’m Loki.” The kid, Loki, says.

“Well, since you’re here, and I want to avoid studying, what do you say we go get some food? You seem fun.” Tony offers, he gets a put upon sigh in return, but Loki climbs out of his chair.

“If you insist.” Loki replies. They keep in touch, rage against their fathers, and the feeling of being second best. Loki is in Tony’s phone as Loki No one’s son. Tony is in Loki’s as Anthony. It’s a good friendship.

Tony was 27 and bored out of his mind. This particular gala was lacking in both hard alcohol, and interesting science. He managed to duck outside, and find himself standing next to a kid on fire.

“If you’re going to kill me could you do that now, this gala is so boring.” His voice seems to startle the kid, and he watches the flame rise up from the boys hands scorching his flip phone.

“Shit, shit, shit.” The kid mumbles, poking at the phone. The fire seems to increase with his anxiety.

“Shit, is it broken? I can try to fix it.” Tony offers, the kid clutches the burnt out phone to his chest taking a step back. Tony holds his hands up.

“You’re not afraid of me?” He asks, Tony shrugs.

“I’m a little bad at the whole self preservation thing, and you seem nice enough.” He offers, the kid looks slightly offended at that. Still, he offers Tony the phone.

“You can fix it. I need to call Mag-Maggie. I need to call Maggie.” The kid nods to himself. Tony raises an eyebrow, poking at the back of the phone.

“I can try, you got a name kid?” He asks, the phone is warm to the touch but the insides are relatively intact.

“My friends call my Pyro.” He puffs out his chest, clearly proud of the name.

“Creative.” Tony replies, pulling out his own phone. If he can swap the SD cards then it should be good to go. Pyro shivers in the night air, and Tony offers him the phone back.

“Hey.” Pyro says, there’s a moment of silence and Tony sits patiently staring off. “Okay see you soon.” He goes to hand Tony the phone back.

“It’s fine. Do you want me to leave before Maggie gets here or no?” He asks. Pyro hesitates. “I promise I won’t tell anyone you guys were here.”

“Stay please.” Pyro pleads. Magneto shows up a few hours later, when Pyro has fallen asleep next to Tony. Somehow they wind up exchanging phone numbers, Magneto is in his phone as Maggie, and he’s in Magneto’s as The Human. It’s a good friendship.

Tony thinks it’s interesting, that people can take such similar paths in life, and come to such different conclusions. Both Loki and Von Doom have lived lives that nearly mirror his, and both of them became villains, yet here Tony is wearing a suit of armor and trying to save the planet.

He has to extend his agreement with Magneto to include Loki and Victor. In the field they’re enemies, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be friends the rest of the time.

anonymous asked:

Bucky and Steve bothering Tony about why the flying car never came to fruition.

Sparks and curses flew. Tony blew on a singed fingertip while Barnes zoned out staring at the wall. When it was over, Tony gave the arm a pat. Barnes slumped, pale, sweaty and breathing hard. After the grueling painful afternoon, instead of retreating to his room to recover, Bucky stayed.

Unmoving, he remained in the workshop chair while the music played on and Tony turned to other things. Tables of half completed projects sat littered with tools and metal scraps. Sweeping debris from a table, Tony stretched out a wiring harness. In a running commentary, Tony informed Bucky it was from a 67 stingray. Bucky, still and quiet watched.

The next day, Bucky returned to his rolling chair in the sidelines. Around lunch time, Steve appeared with takeout for everyone.

It became a regular thing. Bucky would sit in the workshop and watch Tony build. Steve would bring lunch. One day, as Tony wolfed down a burger and Steve sipped his shake, Bucky lingered over the Stingray. He ran his right hand over the hood, stroking the flawless glossy finish. Out of the blue he says “Why don’t they fly?”

Tony barked out a laugh, almost choking on his burger as Steve paused, straw near his lip. “He’s right, Tony. Why don’t they fly?”

“Both of you. Out of my workshop.” Tony stood and ushered them from the room, stealing Steve’s shake in the process.

Later, Tony found Steve alone in the main common room watching a movie. Barnes was suspiciously missing. Slipping off, he called up tower schematics and found Barnes creeping between the vehicles of Tony’s fleet. At an immaculate mustang, he dropped and slid under it. Stretching his arm up, Barnes reached into the axle to feel around.

Using the booming loudspeaker, Tony barked “Get your hand out of there!”

Bucky jumped. Tony winced. That would leave a bruise. It would have given him a concussion if he wasn’t a super soldier.

Passing back through the common room, Tony reached into the fridge for a fruit smoothie. Steve and Bucky sat facing each other on the couch. Tony tried to ignore the angry looks Steve kept passing his way. Holding a wad of gauze, Steve’s steady hands continued bandaging a gash on Bucky’s temple.

Retreating back to his workshop, Tony was up to his elbows inside a jetpack when he noticed Steve leaning on the door frame. Steve’s arms were crossed. He had his unsmiling, serious face on.

“Okay, Tony. Is this a game?”

“I don’t know what you want Rogers, but I have things to do.”

When Tony looked up again, Steve was gone.

Tony thought they would have moved on to other things. But, that did not happen. Any time Bucky slipped into the workshop he mentioned flying cars at least once.

Two weeks later, Tony had a gooey alien wrapped around his ankle. His thrusters were maxed out, trying to keep from being sucked into the oozing purple lump.  Hawkeye rained arrows from above. Shafts sunk deep into the purple blob. An arrow plinked off of Tony’s armor. That was the third one. Clint was doing that on purpose.

Steve’s shield whipped through the air and Tony broke free. A few more blasts, and the aliens melted into purple puddles, seeping into the grass. Steve paused as Maria Hill pulled up in a red convertible, top down. Tony watched Steve’s eyes narrow at the car. His wheels were turning. Tony stepped closer to get a good look at Steve’s face. Hill yelled out, “Hop in, we have more aliens in Jersey.” Steve jumped into the back. Before Hawkeye could get seated, the thing lifted off.  Hawkeye tumbled into Steve’s lap as the car streaked into the sky. Tony was ticked. Weeks deep into this, and Clint blocked Tony’s view. After untangling from Clint, Steve practically fell out leaning towards Tony. He pointed and yelled “Tony! You lied!”

Tony followed right behind the flying car as they zipped past the top of the tower. He got a good look at Barnes reaction. Pounding on the tower window, Barnes yelled “I knew it!” and gave him the finger.

Fire and Ice

PARING - reader x Loki

WORD COUNT- 1.7K

WARNINGS- MENTIONS OF TORTURE!!! but other than that a bit of fluff

Request by Anon- Hey precious lil'angel! Can I request Loki x reader oneshot where the reader has been tortured by HYDRA and after years of being tortured she manages to escape and finds out she is a pyromancer. Steve and Thor notice the fluff what Loki has for her

My first Loki one shot ooooo, I hope that this was ok, I tried to stick with the prompt but I’m not sure if I changed it slightly? Who knows lol, I hope you enjoy ! 

GIFS NOT MINE

Originally posted by staralbums

Originally posted by lokihiddlelaufeyson

Hydra had taken away your life, your freedom and your spark for life. From the moment they threw you into the dark damn cell you knew that your chances of freedom were slim. You hadn’t the faintest idea why they took you, one minuet you were sitting with your family going about your normal Sunday routine then chaos happened, your home was ripped apart and you were torn away from your family, not after hearing the distinct firing of a gun. You had no idea how long you had been imprisoned, a week? Two week? A month? Time slowly had no meaning to you as you curled up in the corner of your cell. However you soon learned that Hydra were not patient nor were they kind. In fact they were cruel, their methods of ‘persuasion’ were something that you would never wish on your worst enemy. Hydra had ways of making you wish that they would kill you rather than keep you locked up day after day torturing you, but what for? You would soon find out.

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A Little Too Real (5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 4.5

Summary: RealityTV!AU- You are a wardrobe supervisor for a popular TV network. The show is planning a reality TV show like the bachelor and Bucky is the newest contestant. But as the competition starts he realizes that he doesn’t like any of the girls…on the show anyway.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventual)

Word Count: 5450

A/N: Long time coming, but it’s here. I don’t have much to say, besides that you guys are awesome and I love you! Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, sad!bucky, angst, mentions of injury, cliffhanger (sorry)

Tags: @fangirl1802, @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire , @alicerozenju, @snuggleducky, @mell-bell 

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WEEK 3

BUCKY’S POV

I had to believe that the new week would bring something good. Not because that last week had been so terrible but the more that I thought about what happened with Y/N the more I wanted to make it up to her.

So, I quickly got ready for the day, putting on jeans and a t-shirt. The drive from my apartment over to Y/N’s wasn’t so bad and I stopped at a little coffee shop along the way, grabbing the two of us some coffee and something to munch on.

I drove up to the front gate of Y/N’s apartment complex, typed in the code that she had used before, and then Clyde waved me through after he recognized me from the first time I had been there. Finding Y/N’s apartment from that point was all muscle memory as I drove to the back building and walked up to the door I had only seen once before, but couldn’t bare to forget. I knocked on her door and was not expecting to see who answered.

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anonymous asked:

#avengermenugget 800d Do you think you could write one where Peter and the reader get in a fight about his safety and then Peter asks Tony for advice and the end is super fluffy (I'm sorry, I know you've written a lot of Pter, but he is just such a sweetheart)

Sorry this took me so long to get out but It turned out being wayyy longer than I planned for. (over 1k words wow) I have one more to post and write after this, then my regular schedule will be resumed. Also to clarify the fic, (Y/n) isn’t an avenger but she works at the tower which is why she has a room.

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What the heck is this?

“What in the world made you think that was okay?” I shouted as Peter walked into the living room in his spidey suit. “(Y/n) It’s okay.” Peter said holding his hands out in a calming motion. “It is not okay. You almost died.” I yelled crossing my arms. A tear trickled down the side of my face, prompting Peter to reach out and wipe it, but I pushed his hand away. “You left me in this living room with no explanation except ‘robbery. I’ll be back.’” I said using my sleeves to wipe my soaked cheeks.

“(Y/n) baby I know but I had to go help.” he said his eyebrows knitted together, and eyes wide. “Peter I saw you swing into the side of a bus, then get shot at by some pack of gangsters.” I said softly. “There are people to deal with that kind of stuff.” Peter’s milky brown eyes swam with sadness. “The Avengers are in Rio until tonight and they asked me to watch over the city, babe.” he said, his voice thin. “I’m sorry that I scared you, but I’m okay.” Peter said reaching out to cup my face, but I brushed his hand away again.

I shook my head sadly, observing the many cuts on his face and bruises on his body that the suit didn’t hide. “But you go out and fight every night.” I sniffled. “One of those times you might not be okay.” I said my voice thin and shaky. Peter stood motionless apart from a tear falling down his bruised cheek. “I can’t do this anymore.” I whispered as sobs threatened to escape me. “I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore.” I cried running to my room.

Peter’s POV

I watched her sprint down the hall to her room and heard a door slam. I let my tears fall freely down my face and onto my suit. In a flash of anger I unzipped it and ripped it off my body, grimacing at the soreness in my muscles as I did so. I threw it across the room and sunk to the floor. Sobs begun to spring from my throat, sadness replacing anger. My mind replayed our conversation as I sat on the floor crying. The way she pushed my hand away broke my heart. It was like she didn’t even want me to touch her. I sniffled, my tears exhausted. I rolled over on my back before getting up; deciding to take a shower before the team came back.

I shuffled into Tony’s lab, unsure if he would even know how to help me. He was bent over fixing a suit. “Tony.” I said over the music in the background. He turned sporting a new black eye and a cut along his jawline. “Hey kid. How was the city?” he asked noticing the dark spots on my knuckles. “It was fine.” I said taking a seat next to him. “Can I ask you something?” I said swallowing hard. Tony picked up a tool and popped open a hatch on his helmet. “You just did but sure.”

I picked at my fingers un sure what to say. “What would you do if Pepper broke up with you.” I said biting my bottom lip. Tony twisted two wires together. “She has broken up with me. Multiple times, but I’m guessing that’s not what you mean.” he asked turning for a moment to look at me. I nodded lowering my head to stare at the floor, not wanting Tony to see the tears that sprung to my eyes. “It’s not easy kid. Relationships take work and compromise. I still haven’t mastered that and I’m engaged.” He smiled flashing me his ring. “Thanks, by the way.” I gave him a tight lipped smile in response. “You just have to keep trying. Don’t give up, is what I would say. Hell I never did.” Tony finished snapping the mask back in place.

“Hello sir.” Jarvis sounded, his voice echoing through out the lab. “Hey buddy.” Tony said. “Where’s (Y/n) right now.” I looked up, eyebrows raised. “Miss. (Y/n) is in her room.” The AI answered. Tony focused his gaze on me. “Originality designed for Pepper and I, but it’s not really our style.” he said handing me a black box. I stood giving him a questioning eyebrow, but he just shook the box at me. “Thanks.” I said accepting it with a small smile.

(Y/n)’s POV

I rolled onto my back and wiped my running nose with a tissue. My head was throbbing almost more than my heart. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Peter, because I did, It’s just that he goes out every night and gets shot at. “I guess I’m scared of losing him.” I thought, sitting up. A gentle knock at my door made me jump. I stood to open it, thinking it was Wanda or someone to tell me about the mission. I pulled the door open and saw Peter standing in grey sweatpants and a black shirt, holding a small black box. “Can I come in?” he asked, his brown eyes wide. I nodded and stepped back, allowing him into my room before closing the door.

“(Y/n) I am so sorry that I scare you every night by going out to be Spiderman.” Peter said standing awkwardly in the middle of my room. “I can’t promise that I’ll stop, but I do promise that you’ll know if anything happens to me.” he said taking a deep breath and opening the lid of the black container. Two slim silver bands sat next to each other on a velvet pad. He plucked one out of the box and slid it on his wrist. Peter set the box down on my desk, before grabbing the other band and holding his hand out for my wrist.

I bit my lip before un clasping my hands and setting my palm in his. His choclate eyes met mine before he slipped the band onto my wrist. They beeped in harmony and started pulsing. “These are heart beat bracelets.” Peter said, a hopeful smile gracing his lips. I allowed my expression to mirror his as I examined his face. “They transmit our heartbeats to each other, so If I get hurt out in the field, you’ll know about it.” he explained closing the distance between us. My heart pulsed happily, something I guessed Peter felt, because he gently cupped my head in his hand and tilted it up. “I love you (Y/n)”  he said leaning in. “I love you too.” I whispered as out lips pressed together.

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Tony sometimes forgot that there were other people who could hear him over the comm. 

It wasn’t always him with a team, to be fair. Talking to JARVIS in the armor was natural, easy and expected, and necessary. JARVIS was his second team-mate, his first commander-in-chief. Yinsen had been the first team-mate, an excellent fool for laying on the wire for Tony. To let Tony crawl over him to victory while he lay over the bomb that exploded. Tony had set the record for losing his team with that one, and he hadn’t expected to find others, to let others hear his disastrous plans of attack and defense. JARVIS was a dubious choice, no real consent on the part of the AI to be putting himself in danger every time Tony met an enemy. He was the best but it was never his choice per se.

Rhodey made the choice first and Tony hated him for it as much as he loved having the man by his side. Fighting Rhodey, fighting beside Rhodey, fighting for and with Rhodey was an unquestionable choice for Tony but Rhodey had made that too. He had chosen to be War Machine but also to be Tony’s partner when the gauntlet rose. 

The Avengers though, they confused him. 

“You okay?” Natasha asked as they entered the common floor after debrief. She wore more cuts than freckles and her jade eyes were sharp as she stole a quick glance at him when they walked side by side. 

“Perfect,” Tony shot her a grin, the one laced with Ms. Rushman and do you want to try my dangerous gauntlet during my last birthday bash?; it was as real as Natasha’s understanding of Tony, something he wondered if she knew was all bluster. 

She nodded once, a quick bob of red hair, but her lips were tight, bow-strung in repressed knowledge. 

“You sounded strange on the comm,” she informed, pausing before adding, “Stranger than your techno-talk.”

“Ah, something you don’t understand? Travesty,” Tony commented between too slow blinks, trying to calculate the strength of her gait and the extent of her injuries to afford that mild limp she dragged between the fourth and fifth step.

She shifted her feet pattern without pausing and Tony paused for a second, looking up to find her looking away with a smug tilt to her lips. Ah, he observed, something I don’t understand.

“Cap’ll want more training sessions with shifting partners,” he offered, thinking back to the battle where Hulk hadn’t anticipated Hawk-eye and Thor had almost twisted Natasha’s wrist when he caught her mid-air.

“It’ll be good to be prepared,” she agreed and Tony wondered if she was ever a soldier like Steve, if she had gone through military drills in early winters and sweltering noons. She didn’t plan like one, too tricky to be regulated, but she survived like one. He thought of a rogue Black Widow joining the ranks of SHIELD and added the note to his mental file. 

“It was a good maneuver today,” she commented and they were rounding a corner, edging out of an open hall into a more constricted corridor. It was how she worked, Tony knew; dropping pieces in strategic moments till she found the right spot to swoop in. Steve was the soldier but Natasha was the spy; she worked direct but discreet. 

He didn’t thank her and she continued. 

“What’re you calling it?”

“I’m thinking of Hug and Fly,” he said breezily, pushing, always pushing for a distance to let the core stay shielded, “You think Cap’ll make it official?”

“Skip the bridal style carry and he just might,” she quipped back, always the observer, the cataloguer of the crux points, “Though you might want to work on the code-names.”

“I’ll add it to the multitasking list,” he let his fingers drum against his side lightly.

“And the tone”

Tony had never trained to be a spy but he had worn enough masks to know when not to falter. He didn’t fumble and kept the urge to let a fake chuckle out. His current audience wasn’t always fooled easy.

“I’ll do my robot voice next time,” he offered with a grin and she let her own lips quirk into an equally fake smile.

“Yes, because your robots or AI voices are so devoid of emotions,” she observed and Tony knew a surgical strike when it hit but this lodged deep.

“Problem, Romanoff?” he asked calmly and she eyed him, feet slowing to a pause. 

“For me? Or for you?” she asked and really -

“Natasha -”

“It’s one thing to keep a secret, Tony,” she spoke over him, not raising her voice but getting things clear, “and another thing to keep a good secret in a bad way.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tony knew he was doomed even as denial left his mouth but he was trained to shift around inquisitions.

Natasha kept her silence for a long moment but then brought up a hand to touch his arm, a warning or an attempt at warmth.

“Privacy isn’t something I question but Steve is - my friend,” she said, a pause before the designation because she was always careful.

“I’m not doing anything to him”

“That’s a shame,” she smirked and Tony saw why Steve said that she had a wicked humour. It was a fond argument he made any time Tony maintained that she would skewer him before joking. “I think he’ll like you doing things to him,” she shrugged, casual as though she wasn’t talking blase about innuendos a few feet away from the rec room, “Or the other way around, whatever works. My point isn’t about that anyway.”

“You do have a point?” Tony asked, playing glib, always chasing the end.

“Of course,” she shot him a look, something dangerous soft before jade covered the softness, “My point is that I’m glad that it was you.”

“I’m sure Wilson would have caught him if he had time,” Tony tried but Natasha knew, she knew by the tilt of her lips.

“I’m not sure if Steve wanted to be Sam’s catch,” she shrugged, and Tony let things fall.

“How long have you known exactly?”

“How long have you been forgetting that we can hear you flirt?” she countered with a repressed grin.

“We don’t - it’s bickering,” he corrected with as much seriousness as he could.

“Is that what it’s called now?” she mused, “In my times it went by ‘foreplay’.”

“I’m telling him you said that,” he choked on a laugh and her face relaxed, an unseen tightness lessening in its lines.

“Whatever helps you old men,” she teased, and yes, Tony could now read that it was teasing. It was strange, unfamiliar, but it was easy and more daunting. It was - relieving.

“He’ll start calling you ‘young lady’, mark my words,” he pointed out and her eyes twinkled in mischief, devious and open.

“You say that like I can’t escalate it,” she snorted and he nodded with a grin, watching as she squeezed his arm before letting go, “I’m glad it’s you.”

“You said that,” he pointed out and it was easy to ask, terrifying but easy, “You don’t think we’ll crash and burn?”

“I thought Tony Stark would crash and burn,” she said bluntly and it was cutting, it was a fading wound but it was real, “Turned out that it didn’t matter. There’s an A outside your Tower to prove it.”

“I knew you liked me only for my Tower,” Tony teased and Natasha rolled her eyes slightly but it wasn’t hostile. It was silly and simple. 

“Of course, your big phallic tower,” she said drolly to make him roll his eyes in return and eyed the door to the rec room, “To answer your question, I don’t think you’ll crash and burn. Well, maybe crash a little and burn sometimes but not - irrevocably. Nothing you won’t try to fix.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because,” she turned back to walk towards the rec room and spoke over her shoulder, “of what happened on the comm today.”

Tony stood there for a minute and watched as she turned for a second.

“It’s not easy for Tony Stark to forget his own comm,” she informed, “and it isn’t any person who can make you forget to mask your concern in your voice.”

“Natasha -”

“Like I said, I’m glad it’s you,” she repeated before adding, “and the team will be too. Whenever you decide to let them know.”

Tony thought about all the times he had been in teams, in small or large, trusted or untrustworthy, and this wasn’t the best. This wasn’t his most memorable one. 

But maybe, maybe it was worth more than a cautious try too.

“Thanks for the recommendation, Ms. Rushman,” he said and Natasha didn’t pause as she punched in the code to the rec room but he could hear the smile in her voice.

“Welcome to your team, Mr. Stark.”

Inktober: Warmth

[A/N: Special thanks to @mysenia for beta reading this and all of the Inktober prompts for StarkSpangledWinterHawk Month!

Inktober prompts can found here.] 

Bucky scooted closer to Steve. The chill of the cave fought through Bucky’s tac gear, and he hugged Clint tighter. Clint sat in Bucky’s lap with Bucky’s legs braced on either side. He shivered and snuggled into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky watched as Tony fiddled with the wiring in his Iron Man gauntlet. The Avengers had gotten word about a few hidden Hydra bases, and had gone to investigate. Tony with his technology had been able to pinpoint three bases on the icy mountain, and the team had split up.

There had been jokes about Steve wanting to keep his boyfriends close, and Bucky had even razzed Steve for his ‘strategic’ groupings. The groupings had remained the same though and Bucky was grateful for that. Hydra had managed a surprise attack against the four boyfriends. In the attack, Tony’s repulsors had been damaged. One goon had gotten a good shot on Steve (whose shoulder was currently bandaged but still covered in blood). Then to top it off, the four had retreated into a cave, only to be trapped inside by an avalanche.

Bucky probably would have lost it if he were trapped with anyone else.

Cold, snowy places put him on edge, and being trapped in a cave doubled that. Having the three people whom he cared about most with him, lessened some of the stress and fear. Their physical warmth acted like an anchor and a balm. It kept him from spinning out of control and treated his emotional wounds.

Bucky closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Clint’s head. His nose touched the nape of Clint’s neck.

Clint reached up behind him and clutched the hair at the back of Bucky’s head. “I got you.”

Bucky smiled, Clint’s words giving him just as much warmth as his physical presence.

“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked.

Tony had taken to pacing the cave as he worked on fixing his gauntlet. “The heating systems in my suit are fine.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “I wasn’t asking about the heating systems.”

Tony stopped pacing. He took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine. I just need to get my repulsors fixed. Then I can blast us out of here, and blast anyone who might be waiting for us on the other side.”

Steve nodded. His lips were pressed firmly together, and worry wrinkled his brow.

Bucky reached between him and Steve. He laced their hands together. They shared a look.

Bucky wasn’t the only one among them who hated caves. Tony wasn’t the type to admit to weakness, especially while in a crisis. It would only make matters worse if Steve or Bucky tried to draw a confession out of him. So Steve and Bucky nodded in understanding.

They’d let Tony pace as much as he wanted while he worked on fixing his gauntlet. If it looked like he was about to spiral, they’d bring him over into their nest of boyfriends and calm him down as best they could. Whether that meant offering physical comfort or promising that they would escape.

And they would escape, there was no doubt in Bucky’s mind about that.

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Stuckony AU Tony and Bucky are together and love each other very much. Steve had always liked Bucky but stepped back when he realised Bucky likes Tony. When he started talking to Tony he started liking him too and was horrified with his feelings. Tony and Bucky had always liked Steve but thought they would have no chance since Steve never showed any indication. The three talk when Steve starts withdrawing and end up together. Happy ending.

This is going to be a multi-part fill. There will be a happy ending, but you know these boys. They have a lot of baggage to sort out. This is NOT Civil War compliant. Picks up after Age of Ultron. I just didn’t want to deal with that mess in this one. OTL. The pain of being a Stuckony shipper.

EDIT: Since I am planning to make this a pretty long fic, the rest of this will be posted on AO3. I’m amandalee727 on there! Thanks for reading! :)


Tony paused the work he was doing on the latest model of the suit, his heart beat picking up in his chest. The lights had gone out in a sudden flicker. All of his holograms that had been up for his reference had blinked out and left the room in near complete darkness.

“Friday?” He tried to see if the AI was still up and running. He was met with silence. Great. He probably wouldn’t be able to alert the team, either. Whoever had made it this far was good. Too good to forget about bypassing the emergency signal that went out to all members if there was a sudden outage in Tony’s lab.

Tony dropped his tools carefully and turned in his chair, only to let out a terrified shriek as he saw a man standing directly behind him. He picked up a nearby wrench and swung blindly, but a gleaming hand caught his wrist.

A lot went through Tony’s mind in that moment. The grip was gentle, first of all; obviously not meant to incapacitate Tony, just stop the wrench from meeting its goal. The goal being the intruder’s face.

The second thing he noticed was, well, the shining metal hand that had actually caught him. There weren’t too many people with metal hands. Tony let his eyes flicker up, and yep, that’s what he’d thought.

James Buchanan Barnes was standing in his lab, blue eyes eerily cold as he stared down at Tony. 

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Nice Going.

“Crickee! I need you!” Tony yelled. I rolled my eyes and got up from my homework.

“Whattt!?” I groaned, heading towards his lab.

“Can you pass me that wrench?” he asked once I got down.

“And you couldn’t do that yourself?” I said handing it to him.

“I could have but… I need your help. You’re small enough to fit under to fix the wiring.” Tony said, rolling out from under some contraption. I looked down at my chest and back at him. He noticed and smiled.

“You can still fit. Come on.” he said handing me some cutters.

“What exactly am I doing?” I asked, rolling under.

“You’re fixing our maid.” Steve said from the doorway.

“Not exactly. These are kind of like the Iron Legion, except they cater to needs.” Tony implied.

“You mean your needs.” Steve joked.

“Aren’t you and Sam suppose to be on a date right about now?” Tony teased. They both laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“If you guys are done flirting, can one of you guys hand me a monkey wrench and some tape?” I asked, sticking my hand out.

“Just because your Uncle and I are best friends doesn’t mean you get to snap at me Crickee.” Tony joked, slapping the tape in my hand.

“And just because you’ve known me since I was in diapers doesn’t mean you should boss me around.” I shot back.

“Ouch! You’re gonna let him talk to you like that Mr. Stark?” said an unfamiliar voice.

“The ‘him’ that you’re implying to is actually a her.” Tony said as I rolled out from under. I pressed the center of the robot and it turned on.

“Who’s a him?” I asked, cleaning my hands. I looked up and saw a boy. Correction: a semi cute boy.

“Forgive me. I thought you were a dude.” said the boy. I scoffed and shook my hair over my shoulder with a small shake.

“Girls cant fix robots?” I said crossing my arms. He turned a very light pink making him a bit cuter.

“N-no I didn’t mean t-that.” he stuttered.

“It’s alright Peter. Crickee was just messing with you.” Steve said, patting his shoulder. I went up to Peter and extended my hand out.

“I’m Carter. But I go by Crickee.” I said as he shook my hand. He asked how I got the nickname and Tony laughed.

“She got it because she’s amazing at hide and seek. Her secret? She’s a cheater.” Tony said, coughing the word “cheater”

“I don’t cheat. It’s just that Tony is a sore loser.” I said, coughing the word “sore loser.” Tony and I smiled at one a other.

“I’m hungry. Rogers? Let’s get some food.” Tony asked, leaving Peter and I alone.

“Sorry I mistook you as a guy. But finding out you were a girl was even better.” Peter said, his hands in his pockets. I smiled and told him it was okay. We spent a while getting to know each other and I found myself starting to like him.

“No way! I like Star Wars too! I don’t really know a lot of girls who do!” Peter said, his eyes lighting up.

“Most girls aren’t as nerdy as I am.” I said, playfully pushing his shoulder. He laughed and did the same. As he did it, my hand brushed a wrench causing it to fall. We both leaned down to pick it up and bumped our heads, causing us to laugh. We looked at each other for a while and I felt us getting closer. Our lips hovered over one another before we heard a small crash outside the door. I grabbed the remote and turned off the two way mirror effect to see Tony on top of a cart and Steve crouched down next to him.

“Nice going Tony. You ruined their moment and our cover.” Steve said, his voice muffled from the glass.

“Don’t mind me Crickee. Go back to your business.” Tony said, propping his head on his hands and looking at us. Steve dragged him away and gave us a thumbs up.

“Sh-should we continue?” Peter asked, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at me sideways. I bit my lip and smiled. I walked up to him and pulled him in for a small but soft kiss. His eyes lit up and he pulled me closer.

“Get it Crickee!” I overheard Tony shout. We broke apart and saw Tony peering out from a corner.

“Tony!” shouted Steve. Tony took off running and we saw Steve chase after him, causing us to laugh.

Exclusive: Marvel’s New Iron Man Is a Black Woman

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Marvel writer Brian Michael Bendis talks the creation of Riri Williams, who will take over for Tony Stark

There’s a new Iron Man. Well, Iron Man for now. She’s still working on the name. The events at the end of the comic book event series Civil War II will result in Tony Stark stepping out of the Iron Man suit and a new character, Riri Williams, taking over, Marvel tells TIME. (Note: Tony’s departure doesn’t mean you know the end to Civil War II yet.)

Riri is a science genius who enrolls in MIT at the age of 15. She comes to the attention of Tony when she builds her own Iron Man suit in her dorm. Creator and Iron Man writer Brian Michael Bendis spoke exclusively to TIME about the creation of Riri Williams with book artist Stefano Caselli and Marvel’s increasingly diverse cast of characters.

TIME: How did you come up with the character of Riri Williams?

Bendis: One of the things that stuck with me when I was working in Chicago a couple of years ago on a TV show that didn’t end up airing was the amount of chaos and violence. And this story of this brilliant, young woman whose life was marred by tragedy that could have easily ended her life—just random street violence—and went off to college was very inspiring to me. I thought that was the most modern version of a superhero or superheroine story I had ever heard. And I sat with it for awhile until I had the right character and the right place.

As we’ve been slowly and hopefully very organically adding all these new characters to the Marvel Universe, it just seemed that sort of violence inspiring a young hero to rise up and act, and using her science acumen, her natural born abilities that are still raw but so ahead of where even Tony Stark was at that age, was very exciting to me.

What have we seen of her so far in the Iron Man comics?

In the latest issue of Iron Man, Tony is in a lab talking to himself, and he’s already aware that there’s some student at M.I.T. that’s reverse-engineered one of his old armors all by herself in her dorm room. He’s aware of her immediately.

What’s been the reception of the character so far (before this announcement)?

Thankfully because of my involvement in the creation of Miles Morales and Jessica Jones and some other characters, it’s getting the benefit of the doubt from even the most surly fans. There are fans who say, “Show us the new stuff,” and then there are fans who say, “Don’t do anything different from when I was a kid.” So when you’re introducing new characters, you’re always going to have people getting paranoid about us ruining their childhood.

I’ve been down this road with Miles Morales, Jessica Jones, Maria Hill. I knew I was in good hands with Mike Deodato and other artists who are helping visualize Riri.

Marvel Comics’ diverse new cast has stirred some controversy among a subset of fans.

Some of the comments online, I don’t think people even realize how racist they sound. I’m not saying if you criticize you’re a racist, but if someone writes, “Why do we need Riri Williams we already have Miles?” that’s a weird thing to say. They’re individuals just like Captain America and Cyclops are individuals. All I can do is state my case for the character, and maybe they’ll realize over time that that’s not the most progressive thinking.

But increasingly we see less and less of that. Once Miles hit, and Kamala Khan hit and female Thor hit—there was a part of an audience crawling through the desert looking for an oasis when it came to representation, and now that it’s here, you’ll go online and be greeted with this wave of love.

I think what’s most important is that the character is created in an organic setting. We never had a meeting saying, “we need to create this character.” It’s inspired by the world around me and not seeing that represented enough in popular culture.

Why did it take so long to turn the Avengers from a team of mostly white dudes into a more diverse array of characters?

Talking to any of the older creators, it’s the thing they said they wish they’d done more of—reflecting the world around them. It just wasn’t where the world was at at that time. Now, when you have a young woman come up to you at a signing and say how happy she is to be represented in his universe, you know you’re moving in the right direction.

I don’t want to spoil anything for fans—

More people are going to be upset that they think they know the ending to Civil War II now than anything we just talked about. But I can tell you just because we’re hearing what we’re saying doesn’t know you mean how Civil War II ends. We’re not telling you the end, at all.

What led Tony Stark to a place where he’s stepping out of the suit?

We’re in the middle of a very big Tony Stark storyline—actually three storylines converging. His best friend died, his company is collapsing and he’s finding out who his biological parents were all at the same time. That’s stressful for a character who is wired the way Tony is wired and has dependency issues the way Tony does.

Tony is also a master at not paying attention to the thing that’s most important and distracting himself with Avengers stuff. How that all shakes out such that Tony is no longer in the armor? You’ll have to wait to find out for the end of Civil War II. But it does create a path or Riri Williams, who Tony will know and will be interacting with very shortly in the comics.

How do they meet?

One of the things Tony does to distract himself from all the things going on in his life is he goes to find this young woman who is flying around the middle of America in an armor that’s not completely made to try to find out what her deal is.

It’s hard to subtly fly around in Iron Man armor.

You imagine that Tony has Iron Man armor on his Google Alerts.

He’s also aware that this young woman is flying by him in terms of how quickly she’s doing it. Her brain is maybe a little better than his. She looks at things from a different perspective that makes the armor unique. He can’t help but go maybe I should buy her out.

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Sugar - An AU No Powers fic

AU: No Powers, School fic, Family fic:

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson, Janet Van Dyne, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro maximoff, Carol Danvers, T’Challa, Peggy Carter, Angie Martinelli, Maria Stark, Howard Stark, Obadiah Stane, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Melinda May, Ororo Munroe, Shuri, Thor, Loki, Darcy Lewis, Edwin Jarvis, Ana Jarvis, Dun-E, You, Butterfingers, JARVIS, Helen Cho

Summary: It all began with Angie passing on her love for broken things to Tony. She prided on being a fixer and Tony, being her No.1 fan, quickly learnt that there was something amazing about fixing things. Then things became stray animals and animals became stray family and that became something more complex, but still, it’s amazing. It gives him a happy high when he fixes things, like a sugar rush.

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Tony was four when it first materialized in a considerably big way.

“Oh no” Peggy shook her head firmly as she eyed the grumpy little thing lazily glancing up at her from the luxurious lap currently holding it, “No, absolutely not. I stand my ground. This is not happening.”

“English really, look at him,” Angie gazed at the bundle of disinterested fur scratching at her skirt, “He needs us. He loves us. He was made for us. He has us written all over him.”

“He has ‘cat’ written all over him,” Peggy pointed out, holding her girlfriend’s latest object of attention in faux contempt, “And we have 'humans with busy lives’ written all over us. Really Angie, this is on the apex of monumentally problematic ideas.”

“Tony likes him,” Angie grinned slyly and Peggy bit off the groan threatening to spill out. Of course Angie had involved the four year old human-cub in this already.

“Maria is going to mind this terribly,” Peggy reasoned like the mature adult who was trying to keep her goofball girlfriend from dragging in a mini hell’s spawn into the already complicated setting they had.

“We got Mimi’s permission,” Angie said brightly and Peggy cursed Angie’s cousin and Tony’s mother for being an absolute putty.

“What did he say exactly?

"The usual,” Angie shrugged with a cheeky grin and Peggy huffed.

“I don’t see what’s broken in him,” she said with a squinted evaluation of the British shorthair who was now doing some analysis of Peggy for himself.

“Not everything broken can be seen, English,” Angie tutted with a frown, “His heart is broken.”

“And you told that to your nephew who has gone and caught himself your madness of fixing things?” Peggy sighed and Angie considered the question for a smart reply.

“Well, this time he told me that and you should be ashamed of yourself for calling a child mad, Pegs, honestly,” Angie held out her hand in front of the cat and let it sniff her fingers disdainfully.

Peggy snorted, “Right,” she raised an eyebrow, invariably impressed at the cat’s decision to like Angie back if his light purring was any indication, “Now, what do you plan to -”

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