Superhusbands4ever’s January 2017 Fic Rec

Hey guys! So I got the idea to do a monthly fic rec where I list any Tony ship fics that I read and liked that month (because I read a ridiculous amount of fanfiction, it’s crazy), and a lot of people were interested! So I’m going to post each month’s list on the last day of every month, but I’m posting two this month since I missed January (there’ll be more in next month’s, I promise). (If you’re not a Tony fan this list probably won’t interest you lmao)

January | February

Fics marked with ** are personal favorites that I highly recommend you read. Like if you don’t read the others, at least read those.

Stony (Steve/Tony)

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

  • Your Name on Every Wall by Sineala - 616 Fix it of so many things, general knowledge of Civil War and Original Sin recommended - 18K

The Time Gem throws Steve into the past rather than the future, and in doing so, it gives him the opportunity to undo his past mistakes. But when it turns out that all of his mistakes involve Tony Stark, Steve begins to wonder if he’s ever going to be able to mend things between them.

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

Follows the lives of the Starks, Parkers, and Rogers’, as they grow up, and grow in life.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a Spider-Man sickfic where peter wakes up in the middle of the night whenever he's staying at the Stark Tower and he's woken with a really upset stomach and he feels so nauseous he's scared to move and he accidentally ends up throwing up all over the floor and leading to the bathroom of captain americas room that he happened to be staying in while he was gone and once he feels a little better after puking everything up he goes to Tony's room & is crying because he feels really sick

(HEAVY EMETO WARNING. DONT READ IF ITS NOT FOR YOU!!! This one is a little shorter because I think a shorter length is more appropriate for the fic!! :D)

When Tony agreed to take Peter for a week, he wasn’t really expecting to be agreeing to what was essentially a “Father for a Week, and maybe more” contract.

It was his own doing really, and Tony certainly didn’t hate being Peter’s faux father for a week, but it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting when he organised a week holiday to Barbados for Aunt May and her best friend following Mother’s Day. He was very glad to have organised it, Aunt May was a remarkable and inspirational woman who Peter spoke highly of and cared for very deeply, and she more than anything deserved this. He had given Peter a budget, despite Peter’s bashful refusal to start, and the holiday was planned. If anything, it helped Peter out with his budgeting skills he could potentially use in the future.

Aunt May had been extremely moved and delighted, over the moon and close to tears. She had felt so unbelievably loved and touched by this grandiose gesture, and was so humbled by the action. She tried to refuse, not wanting to accept such a gift, but Peter and Tony convinced her into it. She eventually obliged, but was still at a crossroads as what to do with Peter.

Tony had brushed off her suggestions of getting a relative or asking the Leeds to let Peter stay as a favour (“and no, Peter, I am not letting you be alone for a week, absolutely not”) and offered to let Peter stay over at Stark Tower for the mean time. He was more than happy to let Peter stay. He was a bubbly and optimistic presence that brightened his day, and gave him more motivation to work.

And for the most part, they had had a pretty amazing few days to begin with. Peter learned a lot from Tony’s work, and acquired new skills and knowledge, Tony felt a lot less anxious with such a ray of sunshine helping him out, and they had great chemistry. They were a good team. They watched movies from Tony’s time Peter had missed out on, and played Peter’s favourite video games. They had midnight snacks, and all around, it was a great time.

Until 3 am in the early hours of Friday.

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petroltogo  asked:

Since you asked for fluffy headcanons (I hope that's still ongoing): I headcanon that in any three-way relationship (you can chose with whom) Tony always sleeps in the middle. He's maybe a little worried about it at one point, in case it comes across like he wants to hog all the attention or something when it really just makes him feel so safe and warm and protected and loved, and he never sleeps better then when he's with them. His partners don't mind though, because sleepy, cuddly Tony.

YAAAAAS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THIS IS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for sending me this amazing head canon :) I made it a Stuckony pairing because I love those three together <3

The first night the three of them sleep together, Tony can hardly believe his luck. After dancing around each other for months Tony finally finds himself swept up in the arms of two super soldiers.

 He is practically vibrating with joy and satisfaction in his post coital bliss; a light sheen  of sweat on Steve’s exposed shoulders and Bucky’s collarbone is illuminated by moonlight streaming through the penthouse window. Tony grins widely at the sight and breathes out. The bed is warm, a tangle of limbs and sheets, and for once Tony feels safe. 

He is finally, deliriously happy. 

Till a nasty thought drips through his mind, isn’t it a little selfish of you to expect these wonderful men to be impressed by you? To need you? The infamous Barnes and Rogers? Do you even deserve to share a bed with them? 

The wide grin slowly fades and Tony sits up. He looks down at the pair, who have gravitated towards each other in their sleep, and suddenly is confronted by the vast space between himself and his new lovers.

Do they even want you here? 

Now a rational person, one who has actually had more than a few hours of sleep in the last seventy-two hours, would know that people move in their sleep and neither Steve nor Bucky are malicious in their unconscious action. 

Maybe they heard about your exploits and figured you’d be the easiest person to bring into their bed for a little experimentation…

Tony is not capable of rationality at this moment.

Which is why he attempts to extricate himself from the blankets and pillows that have tangled his legs into warm silk knots; the lab is his destination.

A strong silver hand suddenly grips Tony’s shoulder, he releases a sharp chirp of surprise.

“Where ya goin’ doll?” Bucky grumbles, his face is halfway obscured by wild hair; Steve growls and moves to sit up.

“Uh…the lab…I just remembered-”

“Tony it’s one in the morning,” Steve is blinking blearily at the genius and frowning, “what could you possibly have to do?”

Tony’s mouth opens to respond but Bucky beats him to it.

“I can practically hear this punk overthinking things Stevie, is that accurate?” 

Steve lets out a sigh as Tony’s mouth snaps shut.

“Let’s just go back to sleep and we can all talk this out in the morning over breakfast, okay?” Steve levels Tony and Bucky a tired smile and reaches for the blankets.

“So…” Tony’s voice is just so small in the quiet of the room, “so you actually want me to stay?”

Bucky’s eyes snap open, grey and glinting in the moonlight, and he bolts upright beside Steve whose face has all but crumpled. 

“Of course we want you here-”

“What are earth are you talkin’ about-”

The pair move at the same time to surround Tony on both sides; Steve all but pulls Tony onto his lap while Bucky grasps the engineers face between his hands. 

“Of course we wanted you to stay, we…” Bucky looks to Steve and smiles, it’s small but reverent, “we want you to stay for as long as you’ll have us. We’re not goin’ anywhere sugar.”

Steve nods into Tony’s hair and presses a feather light kiss into the shell of his ear. 

Tony can feel his eyes burn slightly and a tight lump forms in his throat as Bucky’s metal thumb strokes the delicate skin of his cheek and temple. 

“Now lets get some shut eye,” Steve murmurs into Tony’s hair, his voice is soft and low. 

Tony lets himself be pulled down by Steve and Bucky, his eyes flutter shut and the tense line of his shoulders ebbs away with each kiss Bucky places on the back of his neck. 

Steve pulls the blankets around them all, and shifts his long legs to tangle with Tony’s and Bucky’s. 

As Tony’s breathing evens out, Steve whispers into the quiet of the penthouse in that same soft low voice he used earlier.

“I love you both,”

Tony awakens the next morning to two pairs of beaming eyes, four wandering hands, and two smiling mouths whispering his name. 

He is finally, deliriously happy.

Well this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway!! 

Finding Pack's 1 Year Birthday!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Last year, to this day (March 11), I published a cracky A/B/O fic with insecure!omega!Tony getting loved by the Avengers and by Steve after the whole CW mess coming out. What was supposed to be a simple au of 20k words with Tony getting the love and fluff he needed, Steve charming his pants right off, stony babies happening, and some sweet payback turned into this 100k+ monster that I really wasn’t planning on but happened anyway and the crack aspect of it went out the window. This fic became serious without me realizing it and never once did I expect it to become what is probably my most popular work, and I’m so proud. 

Everyone is such a sucker for angst and fluff. Why do we enjoy seeing our favorite characters in pain? 

Happy Birthday Finding Pack! 

Chapters: 24/?

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Word Count: 124,963
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), past Justin Hammer/Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, Jarvis, Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanova, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Peggy Carter
Additional Tags: Shifters, Pack Dynamics, Pack Family, Pack Bonding, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, 1700'ish, sort of, inaccurate history, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Age Difference, Tony-centric, Tony Feels, Insecure Tony, Self-Esteem Issues, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, He needs a lot of hugs, Infertility, Eventual Smut, Intersex, Hermaphrodites, Mpreg, Eventual mpreg, Slow Build, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Recovery, Healing, Fluff and Angst, a lot of jumping from fluff and angst, Tony Whump, Past Tony whump, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Protective Steve, Protective Avengers, Team as Family, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Updating tags as I go


In a world where pack means everything from status to fame to survival and to family, newly pack-less Tony Stark is trying to survive after those he once trusted betrayed him, and starting over by searching for a new pack to take him in, but with his age and status weighing heavily on his shoulders finding someone to take a chance on him might be easier said than done.

What pack wanted an old infertile omega in their ranks? Certainly not the famous Avengers pack led by the equally famous Captain.

Currently working on a Spider-Man whump fic for a prompt about peters speed healing not working and what would you guys prefer:

Peter thinking he’ll heal fast, and keep going with the fight until afterwards when he fall asleep on the couch and doesn’t wake up?


Peter being found, hurt, by the others and they trying to treat him only to panic when the bleeding doesn’t stop and he doesn’t improve?

anonymous asked:

Hi! Firstly I want to say that I love your writing so much and i get excited when you upload a fic. I was wondering if you could write a fic where tony and peter go to somewhere really really cold on a mission and peter somehow manages to fall into the freezing water and tony has to keep him warm until help arrives or something

Awww thank you that;s so wonderful to hear! Absolutely, I can! As usual, I’m sorry this took so long, having so many prompts is amazing but it means people have to wait a bit longer. Thanks for this prompt! As soon as I saw it I was like ooh I’m going to have fun writing that one, and I did! I changed a little thing, so they weren’t on a mission cause otherwise with the suits it would have been too easy for them to get out of trouble and thats just no fun lolol also it gave me the opportunity to have a cute little themes through it of why they were out there.

Anyway, here it is I really hope you like it, please let me know. It’s called “Father’s day blues.” (Lol cause hes so cold he turned blue but also hes kinda sad. puns are such fun.)

Peter frowned down at the lake, watching the end of his fishing line bob in the water.

“So, what exactly are we doing here?”

Tony looked over at him, sitting beside him in the canoe. “You don’t like fishing?”

The kid shrugged, but Tony could tell he was bored. “I’ve never done it before.”

Tony sighed. “Yeah, me neither.”

The trip had been planned so that Peter and Tony could have some time away from everything in the city. Peter could have a break from training, and school, and they could bond a little. Tony said it would be fun, but Peter wasn’t buying it.

“I know why you’re doing this, and you don’t have to.”

Tony wiggled his fishing line, wishing something would bite, so he didn’t have to have the coming conversation. “Of course, we don’t have to fish, we could just buy some, but I heard it’s supposed to be relaxing. Aren’t you relaxed?”

Peter’s voice was quiet, sad, and Tony couldn’t bring himself to look at the kid. “I miss him, but you don’t have to do this. I know you’re busy, so just drop me off the library, or at Ned’s for however long you told May you’d have me, and I’ll tell her we had a great time.”

God, this kid made it difficult to do the whole ‘ignore real feelings at any cost’ thing that Tony had going. He wasn’t ready to throw off the ruse just yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would May want me to take you out? Maybe, I just wanted to spend time with you. Why are you so suspicious?”

Peter kept his head down low, sounding miserable. “Because it’s Father’s Day.”

Tony sighed. “Yeah.”

The kid was right, May had asked Tony to take him out, to distract him, and for some reason he’d thought ice fishing was a good idea. What an idiot.

“Look, your Aunt was worried about you, and she asked me to try and distract you-“

Peter tried interrupting, frowning and grumpy. “I’m not some kid that can’t handle one-“

But Tony wouldn’t let him sulk. “I know you aren’t! But you weren’t the only one that lost your Uncle; today is hard for her too, Pete. She’s spending time with her Dad, and she didn’t want you to be alone.”

Peter was silent for a moment, and Tony finally looked at him. Somehow, he managed to look even more miserable.

“She was so sad this morning, I could tell, but I didn’t know what to say to her. Father’s day has always been hard. My real parents are gone, but I always had May and Ben…and now Ben is gone too. And I thought the pain had started to go away but…seeing everyone with their dads, and seeing all the ads about the happy families just makes it more obvious that there’s only me and May. I love her but…it hurts.”

Tony’s tongue always seemed to turn to lead in these situations, but when he saw the kid sniff and wipe his eyes with his sleeve, he couldn’t say nothing.

“It’s not just you two.”

Peter looked up at him, surprised. Tony gave him a small smile. “You got me too, kid. And, I don’t exactly know what you’re going through; my dad wasn’t the best, and we were never close, but he died and…today’s always hard. I never really know what to feel. So, I was actually glad that your Aunt called. I didn’t really want to spend today alone either.”

Peter sniffed again, before surging towards Tony and wrapping an arm around him. Tony laughed and hugged him back.

“Hey, careful with your rod, don’t drop it.”

Peter smiled as he pulled back, and Tony felt something burn in his chest, at the sight of that smile. He’d never really understood peoples love for kids, especially teenagers with all that angst and rebellion, but dammit if he wouldn’t do anything to keep that smile on Peter’s face.

The canoe rocked a little, and they both readjusted their fishing poles. Tony cleared his throat.

“So, do you want to keep fishing or can we do something a little more exciting?”

Peter let put a breath as he groaned dramatically. “Oh, thank god. This is so lame, and…this lake really smells.”

The canoe and fishing rods were put away, and the two, piled back into the plush car, starting their drive back to where Peter had seen an old observatory he wanted to check out.

“You know, if it’s haunted I’m not going in. I can handle aliens but not ghosts.”

Peter laughed. “You’re scared of ghosts but not aliens?”

“I never said I wasn’t scared of aliens, I just said I don’t fight ghosts. You can’t touch them!”

Peter’s gaze fell out the window, eyes quickly finding trouble. “Well, yeah but they aren’t even – Tony stop!”

His sudden yell, and thrust hand to Tony’s shoulder almost gave the old man a heart attack, and he quickly stopped the car in the middle of the mostly deserted road.


He followed Peters gaze out the window, only seeing what it was, as the kid started undoing his seat-belt and throwing open the door. There was a family out for a play on a frozen lake, except their harmless fun had turned into a nightmare, and the ice was beginning to crack.

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Summary Sunday

Additionally to recommending fanfiction I thought I could also list what I’ve been reading the last week, may it be books or fics or comics. (To be honest it will mostly be fics). Not all of them will become recs though. Every fic I list here, is a finished one, so even if I am saying “I didn’t like XY”, I was still interested enough to read it until the end. Let me tell you, there are a lot of fics inbetween that I read for the first 10-70%, but those obviously don’t make it here.

So I will try this out and maybe you give me feedback if you’re interested in something like that on a regular basis.

Teen Wolf

The Maze Runner (books)

  • #1 - I am trying to get back into reading published books, but until now everytime I tried, I quit again. After watching the movies, I thought I might trick my mind into thinking the books are fanfiction. It’s not really working yet.

Stargate Atlantis 

  • The Silent Language of Grief Book 1 - I’ve started this some time ago and still haven’t finished it. Shame on me. And shame on other fandoms that distracted me. But it’s more like a published book than a fic for me, so…see above. 

The Avengers


  • Playing Human - WIP, A Vampire!Tony retelling of the seasons, that I’ve been following for some time now. It got updated and I enjoyed reading the new chapter. Might become a fic rec sometime. 

That was my reading list for the last week. Maybe you’ll find something among it, that you like as well. 

See you on the next fictionscape. 

I’m sorry, Tony: Chapter 3

When Peter woke up, the first thing he was aware of, were the voices. They came and went, some familiar, others new, but they gave him comfort all the same.

“Can we keep the lights low, and the noise to a minimum in here? He’s…sensitive, and if there’s too much going on it’ll just make it more difficult for him. How’d the scans go?”

That was Tony, and he sounded tired. It felt like he’d been there a long time, although Peter didn’t know how long had passed since…whatever happened, happened. He wasn’t exactly sure on the details, everything was too fuzzy or scary to think about for too long.

Then there were other voices, and someone was holding his hand. Their touch was gentle, and there was the occasional splatter of water on his skin, accompanied by sniffles and sobs. It sounded like his Aunt May. He hated it when she cried.

“He looks so little, oh my poor baby. He needs another blanket, he isn’t even wearing a shirt!”

His hand was let go, and something was making noise, like fabric rubbing against itself, but it was soft and soon it was the weight that settled on top of him.

He could feel his body now, and it hurt. Something was wrong with his chest, it was far too tight; but something told him that it had been worse before. When was before? What had happened to him? And what was that incessant beeping?

Peter frowned a little in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing just enough that the three people in the room took notice. They’d been watching him for hours, waiting for any sign that he’d wake; they wouldn’t miss it now.

Aunt May’s voice came again, letting out a gasp as he took his hand. “Oh, Peter? Wake up, that’s it. Come on honey, open your eyes.”

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anonymous asked:

what are some of the tropes you wished people would write more about?

Well, if people want to cater to my tastes, particularly, I would like identity porn, with some Steve!Whump, protective!Tony, a bit of jealous!Tony, possibly in a medieval or historical setting, and with tons of misunderstanding, pining and angst. 

Is that too much to ask?


Down to the Depth of Hell

Author: AlkalineTeegan

Fandom: NCIS

Main Characters: Tony DiNozzo

Word Count:  124,411

Warnings: “Attempted Suicide”, Mentions of Rape (of side character), Graphic Depiction of Suicide (of side character), child abuse (beating)


Complete: yes

Spoilers: Season 1 - Season 6x02 (Agent Afloat)

Whumpee: Tony DiNozzo

Whump: emotional whump, exhaustion beaten, broken arm, slashed wrists, insomnia, manhandled, nightmares, nauseau from pain, abusing alcohol to deal, panic attacks, broken nose, forcefully broken cast (I really really LOVE this scene, this might be my favorite whump trope ever)


  • ❤: 4/5
  • 🔪: 4/5
  • ★ : 4/5

Summary:  Casefic with ensemble cast. Everyone knows Tony’s not happy as agent afloat, but when the team gets some startling news, is all as it seems? Or is something even more disturbing going on?


This story builds really slow and contains a lot of dark themes on the way, but I love it. It’s one of those I come back to now and again to skim through. I like the story, I like the whump and I like the orignal character (just the one xD).

It contains so many themes, it’s hard to summarize. It starts about 1/3 into the story, with parallel flashbacks to the beginning. The trope of lonely, guilty Agent Afloat can be found in a lot of NCIS whump fics and I think this one did an awesome job on it.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Whump!Tony Stark fanfic recommendations?


These are one I have tagged as Sick Tony (might fall under other categories as well, but shrug):

One of Those Days
In the Company of Friends
I prefer the sound of the ocean
Days Like This

Best Laid Plans (Often go Awry)

Burning Candles


It Only Hurts (When I Breathe)

Ones I have tagged as Hurt Tony:

They Don’t Know Where We Come From
Arc Tremors

Shock and Raw


Natural Frequency

I Don’t Want the World to See Me

We Watched you Fly but Nothing’s Free

That should be a good start. Have any more specific requests, you just let me know. I’ll hook you up. ;)

anonymous asked:

I am craving some big-time whump. Like Tony having a seizure or Tony having an allergic reaction. Any way you could write a fic for me?

OK THIS WAS WEIRDLY DIFFICULT. also it took forever, sorry, I knew it was gonna get long and I couldn’t make myself focus on it. BUT HERE IT IS, AN EON LATER, long after your craving has died i’m sure. I hope it’s okay anyway.

“Heyyy!” Sam cries, delighted when he opens the door to find Steve and the rest of the Avengers crew standing on his doorstep.

“Heyyy!” Steve echoes, grinning fit to break his face. Sam can’t help but pull him into a tight hug, pleased to finally see him looking so happy. Steve huffs out a laugh and squeezes Sam’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”

Sam leans back to look him in the eye, squeezing in return. “Likewise, man, likewise. You look good.”

Steve smiles, chin dipping toward his chest. “Thanks, I feel good. Thanks for inviting us.”

Sam scoffs. “Like I was gonna miss the chance to have the Avengers over for my party. My friends think I’m super cool.”

No we don’t!” his sister yells from inside the house and Steve laughs at Sam’s long-suffering sigh.

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Beneath Weary Moons (Tony Stark angst)

Summary: Every night JARVIS would calm him from his terrors. Then one night, JARVIS walked. He walked from the tower with his own body and mind, and now Tony Stark is truly alone. One shot. Angst.

Genre: Angst

Pairings: None

Trigger warnings: PTSD, depression, Tony Stark crying, mentions of self harm

Song: Hurt - Johnny Cash (Logan Version)

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First he had been stabbed in the heart.

A rocket carved guilt into his chest.

Forever marring him as a dead man walking.

So he had shut down Stark Industries weapons division. And that meant his ‘friends’ were suddenly busy, and his 'fans’ were tweeting death threats. Minor things, he guessed. The real hurt came from seeing how many of them were faking it, not that they themselves were fakes.

Still, sometimes.. it made Tony wonder if, despite it being an attempted assassination, it counted as self harm.

Then Obie had betrayed him.

Tried to kill him.

Made him look like an idiot, a fool, and literally torn his heart (sort of..) from his chest. Realistically it had started well before then, but his blissful ignorance was a sort of barbed comfort blanket. He wanted it back if it meant his life would be.. would be normal again.

He thought he’d seen everything then.

And then of course everyone else tried to kill him. People he’d never heard of. People he had. Some weren’t surprising; Justin Hammer always had been a weasel of a man.

Pepper, too, had nearly died.

God, the thought of her in pain- of her falling, screaming, and the fear in her eyes. Never before had he experienced such abject terror. When she left him, Tony couldn’t blame her.

I’m sorry,” she croaked, dabbing her eyes. Pepper couldn’t look at him but Tony couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. “I just can’t, Tony. I can’t. I’m so afraid- that I’ll lose you, or you’ll get hurt. Sometimes I worry for myself, too. It’s all too much. But I love you, Anthony Stark-

Everything after that blurred.

Sure, Pepper was right. Hell, she was more than right. When wasn’t she. Not one day passed when any of them couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the last. And while Rogers and Romanov seemed to thrive on it, Tony drank and Pepper took anti-anxiety pills.

They weren’t trained for bullets and spies. They knew boardroom warfare, sabotage, and political espionage.

So she left, and he hugged her, then cried, then he went and built a better suit.

It was okay after a while. JARVIS was always there, and frankly, some days wouldn’t have lead to new ones if J hadn’t been there. Been his rock.

“J-Ja-ay,” Tony slurred his words, glass shaking slightly. Whiskey splashed the rim and dripped onto the already stained carpet.


Oh, that’s right.. no more JARVIS.

'Right,’ Tony thought to himself, 'How many have I had?’

Hazily he could recall maybe eight glasses of liquor. Nothing fancy, it was all straight and whatever was in the nearest bottle. Was eight too many?

“S-s'aah, be f'ne,” Tony hiccuped, reaching to pour himself another glass.

He misjudged the distance, however, and slipped in a recent spill. Landing facedown, Tony groaned, vision blurring.

'Fuck.’ He thought. 'I’m drunk.’

Struggling to get up, Tony wiggled on his stomach, crawling towards a bar stool before coming to lean against it, panting.

'Never mind.. this is comfortable..’

Why had JARVIS left him?

“Why..” Tony whimpered into the carpet.

Had he been a bad creator? Had he hurt J’s feelings? Probably. Tony always did that sort of shit. Made people cry and then abandon him. Or run from him.

“J-JARVIS, buhddy,” Tony croaked.

“Sir?” FRIDAY questioned.

Everything slowed down for a second.

“JARVIS?” Tony whispered.

“JARVIS is not here, sir,” FRIDAY replied quietly.

So Tony screamed. He screamed and he thrashed, crying into the filthy carpet. He drooled on himself and choked up, crying like he had when he was still too small to understand why the real Jarvis had also left him.

“Sir, if I ca-”

Tony choked. “Fuck off, FRIDAY..just.. you aren’t JARVIS.”

It hurt. It hurt to even think- his only real friend; therapist, mentor, apprentice, his fucking everything was gone. He’d been given a body but it was like he was dead.

What kind of fucking sick god thought it would be funny to take his J away? Is this how mourning mothers feel? But then he had to stop. He couldn’t think about it. He didn’t want to, it made him feel like he was back in that awful cave in Afghanistan..

And then of course, he’d hurt FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY?” Tony whispered.


So Tony lay face down, sobbing silently, and wondered once again why he had to wake up in the morning.


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anonymous asked:

okay you said they will talk it out after you torture them more and i'd ask "how worse could it get" but i know your works and there is ALWAYS worse, so needless to say i'm so excited! also when do we get some more steve!whump? x

Steve whump, you say?  Steve whump?  Hmmm…  I don’t know if I want to write that that…  

Just kidding :-P.  There is some serious Steve whump coming.  Like serious.  Like way worse than what he went through before.  You know me!  This fic is a Steve-Tony-Steve whump sandwich with a whole lot of emotional and psychological Tony abuse along the way.  And, yep, bad does get worse!