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Protect / “Not Playing God...” - Villainous July

Final Part of “Oh Sweet Child, The Things I’d Do for You…”

A/N: Very major apologies guys! My mind apparently thinks it is not bound by the constraints of time and it seemed to have forsaken me for a short time there.

Summary: It’s time... they attacked what Tony holds most dear. He won’t be giving them the opportunity to do so again.

Rating: Teen (For language and Thematic Material)

Word Count: 5.0k

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They took him…

And Tony was absolutely livid.

He had gotten to Peter just in time to see the kid wrestled to the ground. He had put the suit on standby just in case he had happened on a situation just like this, but he had been hopeful he wouldn’t. And Tony was just on the cusp of calling it to him, flying in there guns’a blazing and rocketing out of there with Peter secured in his arms. But JARVIS informed him of the bogies littered around the area, all eyes and guns trained directly on Peter… and one wrong move, one indication that Iron Man was in the area could put his kid in danger. They were prepared for him to show up, because why wouldn’t they be... He couldn’t risk it, and it took all the willpower he had to stand down. He ended up having to duck around into a corner alley, as his anger and frustration triggered the fiery heat in his veins. He couldn’t risk a civilian seeing him start glowing and draw further attention to himself. A startled screech would be all that was needed to alert the authorities.

So, he was given no choice but to head back to the apartment and regroup. The heat on his skin was prominent the entire time, as he paced back and forth in his workshop, jaw clenched and tremors wracking his body with the constant urge to do something.

He didn’t know who it was that had taken Peter… The statement from Beck and Aldrich hadn’t revealed Peter’s name, but it wasn’t to say the man didn’t go to the cops with the information and they had all decided to refrain from announcing it to the public. It could have been any number of people who ambushed Peter in the park: NYPD, FBI, Homeland Security… and any moment now they could decide to ship Peter off to a secure facility across the country where Tony would never be able to find him. They’d left his phone behind, and his watch… whoever it was knew what they were doing, and Tony didn’t know what the right call was.

First instinct was to make a statement. Burn down the capital, take a few hostages and demand Peter back… but he didn’t want to put himself on thin ice with Peter… the kid wouldn’t want any innocents getting hurt on his account. Most of his life, he’s always fought fire with fire, but Peter’s taught him a lot, and he’d do his best to be humane.

But if push comes to shove, Tony won’t hesitate to nuke the city if it meant he was able to get his kid out safely. He wasn’t going to lose him again.

***

“What has become of our fair city, ladies and gentlemen, when we have to fear our own children?! Our neighbors? Our husbands and wives?! Be vigilant, be on guard. Keep a close eye on that delivery man with a man-bun bringing in your important packages, or YOU COULD BE NEXT! Tony Stark has lackeys everywhere you may look, and it shouldn’t be a surprise to any of you that Spider-Man turned out to be one of them! I warned you all of this menace, but you refused to listen-- ”

Jameson was not a man to be startled easily, and very rare was it for him to feel real fear, unless of course it was in regards to the mangey rodents he swore lived beneath the floorboards of his home.

He was never one to cower, especially in the face of another man. He was always the one who held all the cards, and he knew it… except for this time.

The wall of his studio crumbled after a particularly muted whining blast. Bricks fell, and dust flew into the air in a large cloud. He could only imagine what their live listeners must have been thinking.

“What the hell is this?!” He screams and coughs, waving his hand in front of his face to clear the dust stinging his eyes. Then through the smog of dust, he sees a soft pulsation of red light slowly approach. And soon enough, he was staring into the gold plated face of iron man, and the eyes of the mask bleeding a deep red.

“Jameson,” Iron Man replies, voice steely and tuned despite him and everyone behind the glass partition knowing exactly who it was behind the mask.

Jameson scrambles for the controls in front of him, adjusting the microphone to his mouth almost desperately. “This just in! Iron Man has burst into my studio! Folks we can only imagine what he might be capable--”

And with almost no effort, Jameson is yanked from his seat by a strong iron hand wrapped around his throat.

“I believe you’ve said enough,” Iron Man grouches, “after a while, your constant yammering becomes quite grating to the ears.”

Jameson had the sudden urge to guffaw at the offending words, but the daunting presence of Tony Stark and his iconic armor and the steely grip around his neck was more than enough to deter him.

The Iron Man suit, which was once hovering, slowly lowered back to the ground. Then the mask and helmet slowly disappears, seemingly melting back into the skin of his face, the face that was glowing bright orange to match the sharp piercing illumination of his blue eyes, and Jameson was sure his own eyes were about to bulge from his skull. Whether it be from his startled terror, or the tightening pressure around his throat. Stark doesn’t let go and Jameson could feel the heat gather in his face as he grappled at the strong grip.

Stark reaches for the microphone with his other hand, paying no mind to him as the long, swinging metal mount angled into the position he drew it to.

“Attention New York,” Stark snarls into the boom, “I’ve got a little PSA to share. One of you glorified mortals has taken something that belongs to me, and I would highly suggest it be returned promptly before I go about searching for it myself. You should really think twice before waging war against me, because I’ve waited years hoping a stupid motherfucker like you would.” Jameson squirms violently in his grip, gagging and gasping for a gulp of air and Stark scowls at him. “Even when being choked out you can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut can you?” Tony scoffs with a soft pft and roll of his eyes. “At least I don’t have to listen to the filth that spews from your mouth.”

He turns his attention back to the broadcast equipment, speaking to the city once more. “Don’t forget what happened the last time I got pissed off. Every hour that my demands are not met, I’ll show you what Tony Stark is really capable of… Don’t make me show you what I’m truly best at. I promise you won’t like what you see.” A flamboyant launcher slowly morphs above his right shoulder of his armor and swings around menacingly until it’s aimed right at Jameson, still hanging by his grip above the floor. “I’m not a patient man.” The weapon fires twice, and it’s followed by a gurgled scream ripping through Jameson’s blocked throat as it settles in either one of his shoulders. “Time started five minutes ago.”

His last words reverberate like a dramatic echo before a high pitched squeal is followed by a blinding blast, blowing the tabletop and electronics to pieces.

And finally-- god finally, Jameson falls to the floor when Stark releases him, ashamed to admit even in his own head that he’d been quite literally bridled with terror and shock. Stark’s reemergence had been confirmed for almost a month now… he’s known all that time that Tony Stark was very well alive and breathing, but until this moment, where he could see the man’s eyes and the guarded scowl on his face, he didn’t believe it. And as their eyes met… that scowl slowly turned up into a twisted smile.

“Now let's have a little talk. Just you and me.”

The tone alone sends Jameson scrambling backwards to try and get his legs back beneath him. He still couldn’t form the words, it felt like that iron grip around his throat had never let go and every gasp felt raw and ragged.

“I’ve noticed you’ve taken the lead on the recent rumors spreading about Spider-Man… you’re the man spurring on all this hate.”

Jameson is still backing away, and Stark continues stalking forward.

“You’d taken a similar liking to me back in the day, do you remember?”

He doesn’t whimper, he doesn’t. It was just an ill-timed cough as he suffered through a particularly harsh wheeze.

“Fucking with me was your first mistake.” Stark falls to one knee with a loud clang and grabs his ankle, hauling him closer so their faces were mere inches apart. “But fucking with my son will be your last… understand?”

“Please…” Jameson whispers without thought. “Please don’t kill me.” It’s the only words he’s able to force out of his mouth, pitiful as they might be.

Stark only smiles. “Oh I’m not gonna kill you… I’m just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad.”

***

“I can’t believe this.” Killian shakes his head in disbelief, hands braced against his hips as he watches the television screen displaying yet another building falling victim to Tony Stark’s rage.

“The President will be calling you any minute now,” Maya adds with a sigh. “He won’t be happy with you. That’s precinct number 6 he’s burned down.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Killian growls, throwing his hands in the air. He spins around and marches away from the TV with a strong huff. “I underestimated the situation, I’ll admit that. But maybe there’s another way to feed off Stark’s unpredicted reaction.” He looks up slowly, until his eyes lock onto the kid beyond the two-way glass, still strapped to the cot with a grim frown on his face and streaks of tears down his cheeks.

Maya’s at his side once more, looking through the large wall of glass as well. “What are you thinking?”

Killian tilts his head slowly. “I’m thinking that maybe the kid was right.”

***

Tony hovers menacingly above the decorative tile of the precinct lobby as bullets pierce and ricochet off his armor. He couldn’t help but notice the large flatscreen mounted up in the corner displaying the news of what occurred an hour prior.

“Apparently you haven’t seen the news.” He gestures towards the TV. “This obviously didn’t work for your comrades down at the last precinct. So, put the guns down... Now!”

Several do as he says immediately, and slowly the rest follow suit.

“I am not in the mood for defiance today. Don’t test me.”

They all stare at him, officers, and handcuffed criminals alike, like their dumbfounded little children. No one speaks a word, and neither does Tony as he studies the specs JARVIS nabbed from their database and oh so helpfully displayed in his HUD. There was no physical sign of Peter or record of detainment in their systems… and the majority of officers here weren’t a completely disgusting group of humans. Until his eyes were drawn to a particular file that JARVIS cared to outline in red just for him, belonging to a man at the corner of the room, hands cuffed behind his back and two officers flanking either side of him. Tony frowns with a disgusted grunt. ‘Rape, domestic abuse… and child neglect.’ Hit a little too close to home.

It happens before anyone in the room is even able to process it. Tony wills the shoulder mounted projectile launcher into formation and the offender falls to the floor in a heap without so much of a sound. The launchers withdrew as quickly as they appeared.

“Alright, thank you for your time everyone--”

It seems as soon as they realized what had happened, it spurred them into a panic. Bullets began raining down on him again and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth in annoyance. “What did I JUST say!” He shouts with an icy bite in his tone that even the modulator was able to communicate.

The firing quiets, but not nearly as quick as it did last time. He waits a few more moments to make sure they were taking care to listen. “You have 10 minutes to evacuate the building before it collapses. Ciao.”

He lifts his arm towards him, as if he were checking his watch, and just as he’s about to press the command to initiate the countdown into his wrist gauntlet, a certain voice comes over his comms… without so much as a warning from JARVIS.

“Tony?” The familiar shaky voice brings him to a sudden standstill, and the only thing keeping his suit in the air is by the will of JARVIS himself.

“Peter?” He breathes. “Peter, is that you?”

“Yeah.” Peter squeaks.

“Peter! Jesus, kid, are you okay? Where are you? Who took you??”

The kid promptly bursts into tears and it shatters Tony’s angered resolve and his suit slowly descends, landing on the dirty tile of the frozen precinct; all eyes fixed on him. “Hey, hey, buddy. Don’t cry,” he pleaded, “just tell me where you are and I’ll come get you real quick. I promise.”

“Tony,” he hiccups softly with a quiet keen, “I’m sorry! You were right! I should have listened to you, I’m sorry!”

“Hey none of that,” Tony soothes, a broken smile slowly lifting the corners of his lips. “It’s okay, kiddo.”

“Alright, alright,” another voice over the line chides, a very familiar voice that has Tony’s anger boiling once again, both at the man and towards himself for not realizing it sooner. “As endearing as this little heart-to-heart is, I believe Peter had something else to tell you.”

Tony growls.

“I should’ve known it was you.”

He can practically hear Killian’s grin through the line. “Maybe you’re not the genius everyone thinks.”

Tony growls, voice low and threatening and with all the bite that’s been festering the past day and a half.

“Where is my kid?”

***

“--recent video evidence has provided us with audio proof of what it was that had spurred on Stark’s vengeful string of attacks. A boy by the name of Peter, which according to eyewitnesses, brought about an entirely different attitude from Stark as he was speaking with the boy. We can only assume that this might be Stark’s alleged son… a son who we believe may go by the name Peter Parker, who has been under the care of Quentin Beck for several years. It would explain the violent, intimate assault Stark committed against the man nearly two months ago, only a week after his disappearance-- an assault authorities have been trying to dissect since Mr. Beck has offered his testimony after awakening from his coma….The only question now is, who took Tony Stark’s son, and will they give him back before Iron Man has his way with the rest of the city?”

Tony was supposed to take the place of Peter. If he turned himself in, they’d let Peter go…

Tony wasn’t stupid… he could see right through Killian’s plan, and he was more than prepared.

Killian underestimates him. Come alone… no weapons, no armor, no tricks. Those were his instructions. Yet, Tony very rarely played by the rules and Killian should know that by now.

They’re meeting at the Tower… the Tower that used to belong to him before his infamous breakdown. But now it belonged to AIM, and Killian obviously wanted to rub it in his face.

Tony doesn’t drive there… mostly because he doesn’t currently have a car, and no taxi or uber would willingly take him anywhere unless he hid his face well enough. So when he turns the corner, he sees Killian and his guards waiting for him out front, a line of police officers lining either side of the sidewalk like they were bordering some imaginary red carpet meant for him to walk down. The streets almost seemed deserted, cars were turned over and abandoned, trash fluttering down the eerily quiet street like it was some post apocalyptic film.

He doesn’t see Peter yet… but he walks through the line of officers anyway, chin high, and frown fixed like steel across his face.

He doesn’t speak until he’s standing toe to toe with Killian, not hesitating to crowd his space until the man’s guards were pushing him back. He speaks with fire, hardened voice igniting a sparkle of light to flare up along his exposed skin. “Where’s my kid?”

“Hang on Mr. Stark,” Killian chuckles, holding both hands palms out, stepping towards Tony when the guards finally released him. “Peter is fine, he’ll join us in a minute. So, why not spend some of this time catching up with an old friend, hmm? It’s been a minute... I see your little party trick is working fine as ever.” Killian traces a finger over the tense tendon of Tony’s neck as the small tendrils of orange climb up through his veins. “Nice to see Mr. Rogers’ plan turned out.”

“Too bad I didn’t let him live to see it,” Tony spits, his own skin beginning to prickle uncomfortably with the intimate touch of the man in front of him.

“I warned him of the adverse effects it could have on your character,” Killian shrugs, pulling the hand away. “But I suppose his judgement was far too clouded.”

Tony sneered. “No, he was selfish.”

“Oh cut the Captain some slack, he only wanted to save you from yourself.” Killian rested a hand on his chest, an ingenuine smile pulling at his lips in amusement.

Tony didn’t hesitate to grab his wrist and twist him around, throwing him against the exterior tower wall behind him. “His actions put the world in danger! He knew my reasons, but he dismissed them to save himself from his own guilt. But now, because of his actions... “ Tony finds his chest grow heavy, teeth grit tight together and throat spasming violently with emotion. “I’m given no choice but to follow through with the purpose given to me.” He can feel the heat escalating in his veins and he forces himself to calm down before Killian calls off the deal. “Now, where is my son?”

Killian clears his throat and makes an offhanded gesture towards one of the guards. His words seem to have stung him well enough, as Tony hoped they would. The city remains silent, and no one speaks another word until the guard returns with Peter in tow, a tight grip fisted in the back of the boy’s collar.

“Tony!” Peter shouts, tears in his eyes as he yanks himself to and fro, trying to free himself from the guards hold. “It’s a trap! It’s a trap. Don’t listen to them.”

Tony’s figurative hackles lower, and a peaceful, amused smile grows over his face as the tension quickly ripples through him with relief. “I know buddy.” He beckons the guard closer. He doesn’t care to note Killian’s startled backstep at his admittance, because now his kid is within arms reach and he wraps him up in a tight embrace, nose disappearing into the thick locks of hair right above his ear.

“Do you trust me?” He whispers oh so soft, and Peter’s imperceptible nod into his shoulder was enough confirmation for him. “Ok... “ he breathes, “you’re going to be okay. I promise.”

“Alright, alright Stark,” Killian clears his throat again. “A deal’s a deal. You’ve seen the kid alive, we’re letting him go. Now let’s go.” Killians hand lands on Tony’s shoulder, and the kid stiffens in his arms, his grip tightening around Tony’s waist.

“No!” His head swivels between both Killian and Tony. “No, Tony, do something! You can’t let them take you.”

A loud synchronized series of distinctive clicks happen behind them, and Peter turns to find all the guns trained on them… or specifically… Peter.

“No funny business Stark,” Killian snaps in warning. “Or the kid dies.”

Tony knows he means it, but he’s prepared for that.

He places his hand on Peter’s back as discreetly as he was able and takes a single step back to draw attention, and aim away from Peter long enough for the new suit to do its job. Sure enough, it only takes a few seconds before the nanites cover the kid completely, sending him stumbling back with a startled shout as the slick metal covers him in a protective shield.

The reaction of the guards was quick--Tony has to give them credit for that --and soon enough they’re both being pierced with bullets, but he was prepared for that too. Peter screams for him from within the safe armor of his suit as the bullets easily bounce off him, and Tony’s skin ripples with each puncture, like a raindrop disturbing a peaceful puddle of water. They ricochet off his skin as it’s peeled back to reveal the metal slowly melting onto his form from within his own flesh. And soon enough, to everyone’s shock, his body is covered in his iconic armor; this time black.

He grabs Peter by the bicep, and swings the kid onto his back like a mama gorilla with her infant. Thankfully Peter had enough sense to actually latch on before Tony rocketed out of there, launching them both high into the sky just before the rigged explosives below them sent the entire area into flames… Good thing he designed his Tower to withstand a beating like that.

He could feel Peter’s grip around him tighten significantly, and he felt an immense guilt overcome him, knowing the kid was probably disgusted by him for his blatant carelessness for the lives that once stood below them. But he’d do it again if given the choice. He wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever it took to keep Peter safe and he needed that to be known by the world… he needed the world and Peter to know why he’s doing what he’s doing.

Slowly, he rises into the sky, hovering dramatically just at the top of New York’s skyline with Peter still secured to his back. Then JARVIS does his magic. First there was silence, a deafening, sickening silence like it was devoid of any life. The world had been quieted and startled by the sudden projection of Iron Man that was easily broadcasted across every television set, every billboard, every advertisement, every phone screen, and every pane of storefront windows. And then the noise, first heard by Peter reverberating from the very Iron Man suit he was clinging to, and then by the rest of the world via an ambient echo resounding like suddenly the earth itself had become a speaker by the will of Tony Stark himself. One thing was for sure… no one would be ignorant to Tony Stark’s message.

“I believe the time has finally come for you all to know the truth… I am not the same Tony Stark you all knew, and I’m not the Tony Stark that I was once destined to become… I am an entirely different person. It’s like I was a blind man that can now see. The Tony Stark of the past and of the future would have died ten times over to forsake the sins of you stupid mortals, but I have learned from those mistakes. No matter how many times I might die for you, or save you, you wouldn’t hesitate to turn against me. So, for years I turned my head, watching humanity slowly destroy itself, and I revelled in the satisfaction of watching the destruction, hatred, and injustice spread through you like a disease, like it had me. But now I have reason to care, and I realize that a threat to this world means a threat to my son. So, I’ve decided it’s finally time to accept my new purpose… I have the power, the intelligence, and the capability to save humanity… I’m not playing God… all this time, I’ve just been playing human. All that wasted time of the past bending at the back to appease your sensitive feelings and convictions, all that time desperate for the acceptance and appreciation that would never be given. I have been wasting so much energy, and time, trying to sound like you, act like you, care like you so that all you specks feel comfortable. But this was the last straw… no more holding back. The more you fight… the more it will hurt in the end. I will show no mercy.”

***

“Peter.”

As soon as they’re back safe and sound in the security of Tony’s apartment, the man engulfs him in a crushing hug. The whispers of his name hoarse and trembled as they’re spoken into his ear. All Peter can do is hug him back, pressing his face tight into his shoulder. The man from moments before, spewing those cold confident words was nowhere to be found. It was just his Tony...

“God kid, I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

A wet laugh escapes Peter and he sucks in several breaths. “I figured.”

Then Tony suddenly pulls back, hands clutching Peter’s shoulders tight to hold him in place as he bows his head, slowly shaking it back and forth. “I’m sorry. I-I know you don’t approve of the things I did or the way I went about things… but Peter you need to know.” His head snaps back up to stare at him, the water in his eyes accentuating the dull throb of orange lingering behind them. “I wouldn’t hesitate to do it all again. I need you to know that. I would not change how I did things. And I won’t change my mind about what has to be done… I’m the only one strong enough to do it.”

Peter couldn’t help but tear up as well. “I know Mr. Stark.”

It was like Tony didn’t even hear him. His rambling just continued. “I understand if that means you want to part ways-- I mean after this-- I put you into so much danger already, and-and we obviously have very differing views on society and morality, but if you leave Peter… I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a crazy stalker. But I’ll be keeping an eye on you. And even if your superhero heart is telling you you’ve gotta fight me till I give up this power and objective… I won’t hurt you, but I’m not budging on my decision. It’s the only way I can guarantee you’ll stay safe. The world has too many problems, and humanity is only making it worse… I just want to make the world safe for you. And-and you can help yknow. To keep my head on straight and to keep me from going all dark supervillain Joker like.”

“I know Mr. Stark.” Peter smiles, and grabs Tony’s face gently between his hands before he can begin yet another frantic tirade of words. His eyes had long since teared up beside Tony’s… he knows exactly why Tony did it, he was there after all. He heard everything. And if he was being truly honest with himself… when push came to shove, he couldn’t help but agree with the man’s logic. “You called me your son. So you're my Dad now, right? And that’s what Dads are supposed to do.”

Tony’s mouth opens slowly, and only a few choked syllables escape his mouth. He wasn’t sure what Peter was thinking in regards to that. It could be any number of things; positive or negative. “I-I… you’re not just some replacement for my other son Peter. You-you’re not I promise. Even if my son were here right now, or I never even remembered him at all. If I met you, and gave the time of day to get to know you, I’d feel the same. You’re my kid. I-I get it if that’s weird. We haven’t known each other that long--” Peter cuts him off when he dives to wrap his arms around Tony’s waist in a tight hug.

“Yeah I know,” Peter mutters, eyes squeezed shut, cheek smushed against Tony’s chest. “You’re my Dad. You’re not replacing my real Dad… it’s just who we are to each other now…” Peter looks up at him with a teary smile, “and that’s okay.”

Tony releases a shaky breath. He hadn’t realized how sacred he was. How scared he was of Peter leaving him behind to pursue a life set on defying him and the rule he planned to bestow over the world. “You’re staying then, I guess? You gonna help me win this battle?” Tony chuckles… but he just had to make sure. He needed verbal confirmation.

Peter grins, all cheeky, cheery, and adorably innocent as always. “We already won, Mr. Stark.”

And Tony doesn’t know why those words of confirmation stick… but something inside him halts at those words, a coldness spreading through his limbs that instantly extinguishes whatever lingering inferno still lies dormant in his veins. Like a shock rolling over him in one large wave, one reality clashing with the other, both so intermixed they’re indistinguishable from the other.

He lifts a shaky hand, cupping the side of the kid’s face. Eyes wide, skin pale and cold like a ghost had passed him and grabbed his soul on its way through.

“Mr. Stark, are you okay…” he lifts a hand to Tony’s clammy forehead to find it lack of any prominent heat, “you don’t feel so good.”

Another hit.

“Pete?”

Peter holds onto his wrist, worry etched in between his brow. “Yeah.”

Tony grins, lips shaky, eyes watering with unshed tears. “It’s you.”

And just so he can prove it to himself, a hot fervor has him springing into action, digging desperately into his pocket to pull out his wallet… then the pictures… carding through the first two… until he gets to the third… and it felt like his heart was in his throat…

Because there they were; him and Peter… in another life. Smiling at the camera.

And the words escape in a whisper.

“It’s always been you.”

Special apologies to @multiverse-irondad-july !! Sorry for the forever delay! But also special thanks for this amazing month of prompts! I had an absolute ball with this and I really enjoyed challenging myself. I’m honored I was able to participate XD

#irondad #villain tony stark #peter parker #superior iron man #iron spider #protective tony stark #bamf tony stark #aldrich killian #Villainous July 2021 #VillainousJuly2021 #cringe #fluff #angst #violence

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The Hope Outweighs All My Sorrow

hi everyone!! I started writing this a while ago, when Invincible first came out, and Superherotiger and I COULDN'T stop talking about an Irondad AU of THAT scene in episode 8 👀 Title is from the song in the last episode We Are Infinite by The Lighthouse and the Whaler

HUGE FREAKING THANK YOU TO @superherotiger!!!💖 She encouraged and supported this AND drew SEVEN amazing pictures depicting the scenes, so please go show her all the love and support in the world, ily gorgeous!!

If you haven't watched Invincible, highly recommended but be warned, for the show AND this fic: TW// violence, blood, guilt-tripping. there's a huge fight between Tony and Peter using their powers where Tony is pretty ruthless, like Omni Man, but there's a more hopeful ending instead of Omni Man just flying away!

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Peter’s consciousness drifts in and out. Through his torn mask, he can taste the salt water filling his lungs, but he doesn't have the energy to move. To breathe. To fight. And he's not even sure he has the heart to after it’s been ripped out like this. Instead, he feels his body bounce uselessly off the seafloor and float as he feels the blood seep from his split lip.

Then, everything is forced back into motion when an arm wraps around his chest and rapidly wrenches him towards the surface. Under any other circumstances he’d be grateful, if it weren't the same person who just forced him to the bottom of the ocean. As soon as they breach the surface, the dimmed sound of familiar repulsors reach his clogged ears. It’s little consolation as they're flown through something with a crash, but he still can't get his muscles to move. If he could just move, fight back and at least get out of his grip one more time, then he could-

Suddenly, he's hurled through the air, limbs flailing and heart pounding through his ears. Panic finally graces him with its presence and he manages to choke in a breath, but it’s too little, too late. His ears ring sharply with the brutal, ice-cold impact that slams into his side without remorse. Blood splatters in stark contrast to the pale snow that does nothing to cushion his fall. Helplessness starts to sink in when the snow beneath him invades the broken, metal circuits of his Spider suit.

The exhaustion renders his body worthless as Superior Iron Man, Tony, his dad, lands beside him, rolls him onto his back, and punches his chest so violently that the ground around him cracks. There's no hesitation, only the sound of his suit shattering as his dad’s fist collides with the emblem. The deep crimson of his blood blends in with the scarlet fabric, air violently being forced from his lungs as his body jerks before going motionless again. He can't hear much else after that, but feels the mountain rumble when the avalanche blankets him in a harsh, unforgiving cold.

Everything blurs together once he’s lifted into the air again by his arm. Blood drips from his lips, his nose, his chest, and he can barely open his swollen eyes to look at the man who raised him. A man he wanted to be proud of him, someone whose footsteps he sought to chase after. His hero. Now, all he’s met with is a glare of contempt and an impatient huff.

“Had enough yet?” Tony’s question is ruthless, holding Peter up like expendable garbage to be abandoned…or destroyed. However, Peter’s resolve never wavers despite the hate in those glowing, electric blue eyes that once brought him comfort.

“I’m not going to take over a company that kills people. I'll stop you,” he wheezes out past his bloodied lips. Without so much as a flinch, the frown on Tony’s face deepens.

“I'm ready when you are,” is all the warning he gets before another punch sends him careening into the adjacent mountainside.

This impact sends a jolt of pain throughout his entire body, nerves alight with fiery agony as they fight in vain to catch up. He lies in the crater, gasping while his chest scrapes against the jagged rocks. His father hovers behind him, silver endo-sym armor still painted in blood from all the people he…

“You're doing this for nothing,” Tony berates, beating his point into the ground almost as much as he is Peter. “Being a part of our empire will make Earth better than it ever was.” Regardless of his father’s efforts to convince him that he's the one in the right, Peter forces his trembling muscles to push himself up. He looks over his shoulder at his dad, blood coating one of his eyes, his vision hazy.

“And what if they resist?” he demands as forcefully as he can in a voice garbled by blood.

“That's why we're here,” Tony accentuates as if talking to a toddler, even more anger oozing into his voice. “To keep them from resisting. To show them how wrong they are, how pointless it is…That they can be a part of something bigger.” There’s a brief pause as he lands with a menacing, metallic clunk. “Or die.” Peter’s eyes widen minutely. No. No. That’s not going to happen, he won't let it. So, he stands on unworthy legs and lifts his shaking fists.

“I won't let you,” he grits out. “You’ll have to kill me, ‘cause I won't just stand by ‘n watch.” At that, Tony falters. He’s witnessed that determined look on Peter’s face too many times over seventeen years; when he was resolute on learning to ride a bike, steadfast in playing chess, persistently studying for exams. Yet here Peter is, fists raised and that familiar look pinned on him. Tony’s face softens imperceptibly at the sight of his son, clenching his hands so hard the metal groans in his grip.

“I did it for you.” With that, his fist rockets towards Peter’s face once again, and this time the teen hears the crunch as much as he feels it. That’s all it takes for the last of his adrenaline to deteriorate, leaving him like a marionette without its strings as he crumples to the ground in a pained heap. “I raised you too soft. You're a Stark in blood only!” The restraint from earlier is gone as another blow comes crashing towards Peter’s face. An eruption of pain engulfs his already battered head, but apparently it’s not enough.

“You won’t join me? You want to die for these people?”

Punch.

“Fine.”

Punch.

“What's seventeen more years?”

Punch.

“I can always start again.”

Punch.

“Make another kid.” That sentence alone hurts more than any punch his dad could ever give. The thought that he’s something so easily replaceable by someone he’d live and die for. In all his years of Spider-Manning, he’s never felt such pure, unbridled, indescribable pain. And it’s all coming from his dad.

Punch.

“Build another,” Tony amends. “One that doesn't talk back or retaliate or-"

“Or love you?” Peter rasps out, eyes completely swollen shut and breathing ragged. His face is so coated in blood that bare skin is hardly visible. Tony’s already-wound fist freezes, crazed eyes staring down at the kid…his kid, in pain because of him. The baby boy he raised. And he wonders if it was all actually fake, or if he was lying to himself the whole time, too.

The memory his mind latches onto is a science fair from a decade ago. Of all the times to second-guess his motives, to be nostalgic of all horrible things, it had to be now.

“What are you doing,” a voice calls as Tony broods in the corner of the bumbling room. Pepper walks up to him, her heels clacking against the linoleum floor, with a slight frown.

“If I have to sit here and watch this…competition,” he says with distaste, “I'd have a better view looking down on them.” Only one of them knows he doesn't mean from the air.

“You know you can't do that. It's bad enough you're standing over here like an outcast. Come sit down and wait for the judges,” Pepper urges with a soft smile, guiding him towards Peter’s table set-up. Their son is standing in front of his science project, grinning with a recently-lost-tooth in his smile and a blazer that's slightly too big for him.

“This is a waste of everyone's time. There's so much more I could be doing in the workshop right now,” Tony continues to heatedly complain, but his eyes slightly soften upon seeing how happy Peter is.

“Go stand by your project, Peter! Oh! They're coming!” Pepper cheers when the judges round the corner of the tables. In contrast, Tony’s expression hardens again.

“We already know he's smarter, why do we have to prove it?” The exasperation is so all-encompassing in his tone that Pepper sighs.

“Look at Peter,” she nods towards their kid. “You and I, we chose him. He's ours. When he feels joy, we feel joy. See that look on his face? How can you see that and not feel the same way? As we get older, it's harder to feel that. The weight of the world, it bogs us down. Nice one, baby!” She pauses to cheer on Peter. “But our children remind us of the joys in life. It brings us back, shows us what life is all about. This is humanity.” Tony stares at the bouncing, brown head of curls as Pepper speaks, his feelings bleeding into his now-relaxed posture. The judges hand Peter a ribbon, who then runs full speed at Tony with his arms open.

“Look! I did it!” Peter shouts, jittering in excitement, before leaping into his father’s hold.

“Good job!” Pepper praises as she ruffles his hair. The boy laughs, then looks up at Tony with those doe eyes.

“Did you see, Dad? Did you see?” Peter questions with such enthusiasm that his eyes practically sparkle. Tony’s smile mirrors his, and pulls his kid to his chest.

“Yeah…I sure did, kiddo.” He holds Peter tighter. “I'm so proud of you.”

The memory fades and he's left looking at his seventeen-year-old kid…beaten, broken, and all done by his hands. Peter draws in slow breath after breath, air passing through with painful wheezes as blood drips off his chin. Both his chin and the bridge of his nose are split open, his cheek is broken and swelling, and even his teeth are aching from the nonstop blows. Even though he can blearily see past his blood-encrusted eyelids, his dad towers over him with a bloody fist lifted. Tony holds it midair, clenching even harder, but can't bring himself to bring it down again. He just can't.

“Dammit!” he yells in frustration. The weight of what he's done makes him crash to the ground beside Peter. They both lay in the crater, the teen on his back as his chest rattles and his father breathing heavily. The billionaire lets his head drop to the side, watching as Peter’s chest barely rises and falls. Then, the rage floods his system. “Why did I do this?” he whispers to himself with a cracked, wavering voice.

He can't let the guilt in, otherwise he knows he’ll never be able to go back. There's no room in his life for such things. He's too far gone. Instead, he replaces it with rage, desperately trying to get his son to understand.

“We're so far above their intellect!” he screams, getting to his hands and knees. “Why do you want to help the little guys? What's the point?! What did they ever do for you?!” Despite the anger, he can't manage to open his eyes, let alone look at Peter’s face. He screws his eyes shut tighter. “You're fighting so you can watch everyone around you die! Think, Peter!” He points to his head to accentuate his words. “We’re gods! You’ll outlast all these insignificant beings, watch them crumble to dust and blow away! Everyone and everything you know will be gone!”

Through the yelling, Peter doesn't do more than breathe, albeit barely. He breathes out thin wisps of blood that fly past his lips. There isn't even enough strength to open his eyes, not that he could. Everything aches no matter how little he moves, yet nothing compares to the heartbreak. God, he just wants to sleep.

“What are you going to have when everything else burns away?!” Tony’s scream yanks Peter back to the painful awareness of everything and he's forced to consider the question demanded of him. He says the first thing that comes to mind.

“You, Dad…” he answers truthfully, missing the way Tony’s expression slowly falls with regret. “I’d still have you…” His father’s bloodied hands suddenly retract and the overwhelming warmth, whether it was comforting or ominous, disappears. “…Dad?” Peter chokes out, the thought of Tony leaving after all that utterly unbearable. He's already endured so much. Lost so much.

Tony’s eyes widen in a brutal, soul-crushing realization of what he’s put his kid through, what he’s done with his own hands. The waves of guilt he forced back before now crash over him in a violent tidal wave of anguish. He lifts his trembling hands to stare in abject horror at the red enveloping his hands.

This is his fault.

It’s all his fault.

He crashes to his knees as the weight of his sins become too much to bear. Collapsing into the crater next to Peter, he can't help the guilt filling in his eyes and falling down his cheeks. He runs his fingers gently through the sweaty, blood-matted curls of his boy, holding back sobs.

“Oh god, I'm, I'm so fucking sorry, Jesus, fuck.” His voice breaks from the thickness of the emotions wrapping around his throat like a vice. Peter tries to speak, hearing the warbled voice of his dad, but any words get lost in the merciless hacking his lungs force him to endure. The hold on him loosens to allow him a deeper breath, even though it does little to help the grinding and shifting of fractured ribs.

“S okay…I, I s-still love you,” he barely manages to get out through red-stained teeth. Seeing his son so fragile, in pain from his black eyes to his broken toes, Tony’s hate is suddenly directed at himself.

“That makes one of us, kiddo,” Tony grinds out with newfound anger. Anger at what he's created as he became someone who would go to such lengths to do this to his own child, and it bubbles over into a rage.

He's given himself enough rope to hang himself.

With his free hand, he wrenches the endo-sym armor from his body. The collar of the suit slowly pries away from him like tar, stubbornly trying to stick to him no matter how much he wants to purge it from existence entirely. Something about the way the suit clings to him for dear life, almost ripping the clothes underneath at the seams, makes him wonder how long he let the suit control him instead of the other way around. With one last final tug, he sends the silver encrusted suit flying with all his strength, as far away from them as he can manage.

Then, he faces what he’s wrought.

Tears well in his eyes as his son merely lays in the crater of his own making. Peter makes no move to run or fight back, not anymore, not that he can at this point.

Instead, Tony lays down next to his kid and wraps him in a protective hold as if he wasn’t the cause. He tucks Peter’s strengthless head under his chin and pulls the teen as close as possible, his own son’s blood soaking into his clothes. A tremor-ridden hand lifts and, as gently as he can manage, Tony cups Peter’s face. His thumb carefully ghosts over his cheek, almost as if his delicate touch can hold enough regret to take it all back.

It can’t.

It never will.

But he can lie to himself and say that it’s a start.

#tony stark #peter parker #Iron Man #spider-man #Irondad and Spiderson #iron dad #villain tony stark #Villainous July 2021 #VillainousJuly2021 #we love villain’s with a soft spot #invincible #mcu au #superior iron man #superherotiger #Angst with a happy ending #angst

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theoneforwriting · 3 years

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I’ll be taking that

Day Five

Prompt: Arc Reactor

Villainous July Enemies and Allies

Summary: Obadiah Stane knows Tony Stark is a survivor. So after his grand exit someone else is left behind to do the dirty work. That one person does so gladly, right?

Tony should’ve seen this coming.

Obadiah hasn’t been happy ever since his return from the desert of course it would all be him.

His thoughts however were soon clouded in the pain and the instinct of survival bringing himself to his workshop.

He has too much to live for.

His thoughts went to Pepper and how he’ll never have her…no he’s going to do this.

Tony Stark dragged himself across the floor, the feeling of agony evident in everything he did.

He couldn’t reach the arc reactor, he couldn’t stand and his breathing kept becoming more shallow.

Then it was right above him.

“Good boy.” He wheezed taking the reactor from dummy.

“Oh so he gets appreciation?” What remained of Tony’s shredded heart squeezed.

“Peter…”

“I’ll be taking that, thank you.” Peter plucked the reactor right from Tony’s hands.

“Peter, please.”

“I’m sorry begging for your life won’t be helping here.”

“I-I’m not” Tony couldn’t keep going.

“Finally run out of air in that big head of yours?” Peter snapped.

“You never cared, it took you almost dying in a cave to even see that I exist.”

Peter paused, placing the arc reactor on a cabinet nearby.

“Yes that’s right I know everything .” Peter wouldn’t look Tony in the eye still.

“Pepper will be heartbroken…” Peter’s facade started breaking along with his voice.

“But she’s better off without you.”

Peter straightened his jacket

“And so am I.”

The plan was perfect. Obadiah is blamed for Stark’s death,Peter claiming to have been here in Stark’s final moments who told him. Peter is then in charge of Stark Industries ahead of schedule where he can make a real difference.

“I love you.”

Everything in Peter’s system stopped working.

“What?”

He finally turned himself around only to find Stark’s unmoving body.

Did he hear that right?

Was that his consciousness's last ditch effort at making him change his mind?

Whatever that was it’s too late but still…

“I used to love you.”

That was the last thing Tony Stark heard.

Maybe Obadiah should get an earlier visit than planned.

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iron-mum · 3 years

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Villainous July is nearly upon us!

With snippets and teasers starting to be released from those taking part in the event, here’s a little sneak peak at one of my WIPs. This one in particular features villain!Peter Parker :)

Peter was slumped against the warehouse wall, stomach knotting and bile burning through his oesophagus with every heaving breath. The teen had used the last of his energy to clamber onto the second floor of the decrepit building, a futile idea considering the sound of approaching thrusters. He was a complete and utter mess and now likely done for.

“For the love of everything, please stay down, Spidey.” Iron Man demanded as he hovered in the air with a single hand pointed in the young villain’s direction. The repulsor was ready to fire if necessary.

The order was ignored as Peter defiantly attempted to pull himself upright, a short lived smirk etched across his face when he’d heard the hero’s breath hitch at the movement. A tugging of the bleeding wound on his side had his vision bursting with bright light and before he knew it he’d collapsed onto all fours. Although the teen had miraculously managed to stop his face from smashing into the ground, the same could not be said for his failing resolve as it fractured further. After months of being chased, this was likely it.

At the sound of the Iron Man suit landing close by, the last of Peter’s stoicism drained and he barely suppressed a choked whimper. The hero took a single slow and cautious step forward, the sound of metal on grated flooring causing Peter to hiss in discomfort. His heightened senses were both a blessing and curse at the best of times.

A last spike of adrenalin allowed the villain’s head to jerk upwards, the movement fast and skittish. His Spider Senses painfully tingled as he heard multiple footsteps heading in his direction. The Avengers, Peter surmised internally as his masked eyes glanced briefly at Tony Stark before the door again. He was most definitely done for now.

#villainous july 2021 #villainousjuly2021 #villain peter parker

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blackchessknight · 3 years

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I Need A Hero

For #VillanousJuly2021 hosted by @multiverse-irondad-july I'm trying something different in story telling.

The parts won't necessarily be in order but they tell the overarching tale of superhero Spider-Man forming a bond with supervillain Superior Iron Man, who the young hero believes in and the older man might change the boy's view of the world.

Villanous!July | Part 1 | First Encounter | Next Part

Superior Iron Man is destroying a part of a building. The building is still evacuating. Spider-Man swings to the side of the building and starts preventing the destruction.

SIM: Listen little pest, I'm working here.

SM: My duty is to stop the bad guys.

SIM: The bad guys? Go back to playing with toys.

SM, indignant: I don't play with toys, I'm not a child!

SIM is taken aback a little by SM outburst.

SIM: ...

SIM: I never said you were.

SM: Because I'm not. A child. Or a kid. I'm a man.

SIM: Right...

SIM: A man who goes out in a onesie to fight.

SM: It's not a onesie, it's a suit!

SIM smirks and takes another look at SM behind him.

SIM: It seems to be bothering you a lot, Underoos.

SM: They're not undergarments!

SIM pauses in his destruction to face SM and scrutinize him.

SIM: Wait, are you even old enough to drive?

There's a pause that shouldn't have been as long.

SM: Does it matter?

SIM: That’s it go home, go do your homework or something.

SM: No! I'm here to stop you. And you can't tell me what to do.

SIM: That’s it, this fight is over. I’m taking over New York when they deem me worthy of sending an actual superhero.

SM, offended: HEY!

SIM looks with crossed arms in amusement to SM, the building destroying forgotten.

SIM: What's your name?

SM: Uuh... I'm sure I'm not supposed to say that, that's what the mask is for.

SIM rolls his eyes.

SIM: Your little hero name.

SM straightens up and sets a pose.

SM: Oh, I'm Spider-Man.

SIM: You're that small-time vigilante from Queens. Well, Spider-Man time to go home.

SM: What? Hey, wait, I haven't caught you.

SIM leaves and disappears between the buildings before SM can react. SM stays to help with the clean-up and checking on people.

#VillainousJuly2021 #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #villain!Tony #SIM #superior iron man #spider-man #let's try a different style #my writing #fic #i need a hero #spiderman #iron man

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hailxhydra · 3 years

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A/N: Here is my first entry for the @multiverse-irondad-july event! It's sort of short, but I haven't written anything for marvel in a really long time so I'm easing back into it. Prompt: first encounter Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, nothing too graphic I think, but please stay safe and read at your own discretion! Words: 616 (I swear I didn't do that on purpose lol)

AO3

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A black figure slinked around the rooftops of Queens, making no noise whatsoever. The man in question was your not-so-friendly Peter Parker, whose suit made it possible for him not to make any sound so he wouldn’t alert the civilians and resident superheroes of New York that he was there.

Why was he being so secretive? Well, he may or may not have stolen a kinda, sorta, super important piece of technology from the lab at Stark Industries. In his defense, Stark shouldn’t have left it lying around in the middle of the room, waiting for it to be stolen.

And it wasn’t as if he stole it for nothing. The thing that he stole would revolutionize the medical field as we know it. It wasn’t fair that Stark was hogging the little piece of tech for himself, while there were millions of people on Earth who were dying whereas he was lounging around on his little private island or wherever the rich and famous spent their vacations.

The familiar sound of repulsors snuck up from behind him, the Iron Man suit landing on the roof with a thud.

“Hand it over.”

Well, shit.

He had to play it off cool. He wasn’t being suspicious at all. Didn’t normal citizens of New York go around quietly running across rooftops in totally black suits holding crucial and expensive and stolen things?

Okay, maybe he was being a bit suspicious.

He froze and turned around slowly, a bit of snark sneaking into his voice.

“Why hello, Mr. Iron Man! What brings you here to this rooftop tonight?” he said cheerfully while smiling innocently through his mask, though Stark probably wouldn’t be able to see it. Fortunately, he decided to play along with the game, giving Peter some more time to stall and think of a plan.

“Well, the view from up here is breathtaking, isn’t it? The weather’s pretty nice for this time of year. Thought I would go for a stroll, you know?”

The eyes of the suit seemed to stare through his mask into the depths of his soul. It unnerved Peter, as if Stark of all people knew all of his deepest secrets. Desperately clutching at straws, he sauntered around the place, finally deciding to casually rest his hands against the railway, ignoring the several thousand foot drop onto the bustling streets where the people were going about their business, completely and one hundred percent oblivious to the two of them standing right above.

Absent-mindedly, he wondered what would happen if he were to jump. Right now. Would anyone even care? In all, it wouldn’t be too bad of an end to his life. A pathetic end to a pathetic life. The wind rushing through his hair, the screams and shouts surrounding him as he falls through the air and lands on the ground. It wouldn’t be remembered in history, these things happened all the time. At times the only thing keeping him going was the desire to go out in a blaze of glory.

A hand on his shoulder jerked him out of his thoughts. There stood Tony Stark, in splendor, with a cold, hard look on his face. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his other hand was reaching out, palm faced up. A silent question.

Peter pulled off his mask to reveal wide eyes that were red and puffy from crying, dry tear stains on his cheeks, his face covered in pimples that made him look like he was twelve. He shoved the instrument into Stark’s arms.

“You can have it,” he mumbled, running across the rooftops, away from the shouts and pleas of the superhero he left behind.

#peter parker #tony stark #irondad #villainous july 2021 #VillainousJuly2021 #my fic #spiderman #iron man #marvel

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superherotiger · 3 years

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Hope you’re all excited for Villainous July coming up soon, and to get us all in the angsty mood, I thought I’d share a preview of one of my works for the event!! Enjoy ;)

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #villainousjuly2021 #villainous july 2021 #SIM #WIP

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superherotiger · 3 years

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I’m so incredibly excited to announce the upcoming event that me and my dear friend @kevyfanfics are going to be running called Enemies and Allies - Villainous July, which is a whole month long prompt event focusing on Villain Tony and/or Peter! I can’t wait to see all the amazing works that will come out of it, and I hope to see you all getting as hyped as I am!! In the meantime, here’s the art I made for the icon, and you can find out more information about the event by following the link above or going to @multiverse-irondad-july! (Be sure to check out Kevy’s banner artwork too because it’s AMAZING!)

Hope you all have a great day!

-Superherotiger

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #villainousjuly2021 #villainous july 2021 #Super's Sketches #not st*rker #st*rkers do not interact

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tonystarkissist · 3 years

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Villainous July Project Masterlist!

A/N: In the spirits of Villainous July -- hosted by @superherotiger and @kevyfanfics -- I would like to contribute a new fic.

Most of the main prompts are thoroughly engrained through the fic, and the chapter they are categorized under may not always be the climax of the theme. Instead the prompts will be labeled on the chapter based on when they are first introduced into the story.

There will be sixteen chapters total, and every chapter will feature two prompts and it should be completed within the month. Stay tuned!

“Oh Sweet Child, the Things I’d Do for You...”

~ Read on Ao3 ~

Chapters: 16/16

Word Count: 57.3k

Summary: After his infamous breakdown, Tony Stark kills the Avengers, devastates New York and disappears for good. The world declared him dead. Years later, Peter Parker stumbles across the man during an ill-timed mugging, witnessing first-hand the raw power of the great Tony Stark, and even several years after the disaster, Peter’s hatred is still prominent.

Though, despite Peter’s open hatred for his former hero, Tony wasn’t deterred. Instead, something drew him to Peter, and in turn Peter grows to see the real man behind the mask. And the man just might end up changing his view of the world as a whole.

Chapter 1: Presumed Dead

Chapter 2: First Encounter / Familiar Faces

Chapter 3: Extremis / Exhaustion

Chapter 4: Breakdown / Shushing

Chapter 5: Rampage / Impale

Chapter 6: Redemption / “Don’t Move”

Chapter 7: Teamwork / Manipulation

Chapter 8: Schadenfreude / Bad Ending

Chapter 9: Falling / Zugzwang

Chapter 10: “I did it for you” / “If anything happened to you...”

Chapter 11: “Didn’t know where else to go” / Revenge

Chapter 12: Lab Day / Carrying

Chapter 13: Arc Reactor / Platonic Hugs

Chapter 14: “I’ll take care of you...” / “Hold me”

Chapter 15: “Sacrifice the world...” / Protect

Chapter 16: Protect / “Not playing God...”

Check out @multiverse-irondad-july for more Villainous July fics from other great writers! I can’t wait to see what everyone else comes up with!

#Villainous July 2021 #villain tony stark #irondad #i don't want to say villain anymore cuz at this point he's far from the villain #irondad fanfic #extremis tony stark #peter parker #tony stark #masterlist #vi #evil iron man #black and gold iron man armor #fanficion #villainousjuly2021 #time travel

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multiverse-irondad-july · 3 years

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・ﾟ:* Prompts *:・ﾟ

Here are the prompts and alternate prompts for Villainous July! 16 main ones and 15 alternate, they don’t have to posted in any specific order and they can be posted at any point in July.

You can combine or exclude any prompts you’d like, we set it up so that you could write as much or as little as you want :) Check the blog for prize information, rules, FAQ, and more!

They’re also set up like a checklist so you can check them off as you go! Have fun <3000

(Written Prompt list below the cut:)

Main Prompts:

First encounter

Teamwork

Rampage

"I did it for you."

Arc Reactor

Lab Day

"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you."

Presumed dead

Protect

Extremis

"I didn't know (where/who) else to go to."

Bad Ending

Breakdown

"I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work." "Not to me. Not if it's you."

Platonic Hugs

Redemption

Alternative Prompts:

"Pathetic."

Manipulation

Carrying

"I'm not playing god. All this time...I've been playing human."

Shushing

Familiar faces

"If anything happened to __ I would kill everybody in this room and then myself.”

Revenge

Exhaustion

"Hold me."

Falling

Impale

"Don't move."

Zugzwang

Schadenfreude

#tony stark #peter parker #Villainous July 2021 #VillainousJuly2021 #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #mcu #marvel #fanfiction #fanart #iron man #spider man

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superherotiger · 3 years

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Hi! I love your marvel fanart! I was just wondering if you're still continuing the Irondad Villainous July artwork you teased in June? (If not that's ok!) Hope you have a nice day/night!~

Hi Anon!

Aww thank you so much! It makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy my artworks, and yes! The art I teased is part of a collaboration I’m doing with the lovely @kevyfanfics who is just writing the most INCREDIBLE fic for Villainous July! Here’s another sneak peak of my art though in the meantime 😄

Enjoy, and I hope you have a great day!

-Superherotiger

#villainousjuly2021 #villainous july 2021 #tony stark #SIM #tiger talks #anonymous #Super’s Sketches

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multiverse-irondad-july · 3 years

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Hope You’re Excited for Villainous July!

Guess who watched Invincible-

#this is so niche #please someone understand our reference #Villainous July 2021 #VillainousJuly2021 #invincible #villain tony stark #superior iron man #omni man #Iron Man #sim and omni man would not be able to exist within the same vicinity

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superherotiger · 3 years

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Legacy of Ashes (Villain Irondad AU)

Villainous July prompts: First Encounter + “Pathetic.”

@multiverse-irondad-july

Hello everybody!

I know it's been forever since I last added to this AU, but I'm really excited to be sharing this with you all today as it's the first chronological part of my Villain Irondad AU! If you'd like to read the other two, you can find the masterlist for the series here! I can't wait to go on this journey of the Merchant of Death and Spiderman with you all as Villainous July continues, and fingers crossed I'll be able to get more prompts out soon hah! Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you have a great day! -Superherotiger

Ao3 Link

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The clang of metal rung out across the cave -of the prison- and echoed back from the walls in a chilling, empty symphony.

Look...

The man trapped inside such cursed walls brought his hammer down in another precise swing, ignoring the ache of his muscles in favour of bending the metal before him to his will.

What you just saw, that is your legacy Stark.

Dismantled missiles and guns were scattered across every surface with a familiar bold title painted across their sides, given to their creator from the hands of thieves and terrorists.

Your life’s work, in the hands of those murderers.

The mechanic kept his eyes fixed to the anvil below and poured every ounce of hatred into his tools, honing his focus into some sharp and dangerous, even if his thoughts kept drifting back to the smears of sickly crimson that had stained into the floor…

Is that how you want to go out?

Another mighty swing, another resounding clang. Again and again and again, until finally- his work was complete.

Is this the last act- of defiance, of the great Tony Stark?!

The man moved the newly reformed metal into a bucket of water and watched the steam rise up with a satisfying hiss, wishing he felt something- anything that wasn’t pure fury.

Or are you going to do something about it?

Dragging his creation out of the water, the man gripped onto the cooled metal and stared into a set of hollowed, glaring eyes, burning with flames from the forge that raged behind it. There should have been a sense of pride, or at the very least relief. But instead all he felt was an inferno. A ferocious, hungry wildfire that wanted to burn everything to ashes, starting with the ones that had dragged him into this nightmare to begin with. The ones that had stolen his creations and tainted them beyond repair.

The ones that had taken innocent lives without care, without remorse…

Somebody had to right the injustices of their corrupted world, and settling his newest creation -a mask of hardened metal- over his face, Tony Stark knew deep down that he was the only one strong enough to do it…

~~~

The alleyways of Queens were shrouded in darkness as the hour passed one in the morning, shadows too thick to see through being the perfect dwelling for the worst kinds of humanity. The kinds that destroyed, that murdered, that stole what didn’t belong to them. The kinds that no one wanted to see...

But from his position kneeling on a nearby rooftop, the Merchant had a perfect view of the two naïve criminals that were meeting down below, a case with an awfully familiar logo imprinted on its side getting passed between their hands.

Selling illegal weapons was dangerous.

Selling forbidden Stark Industries weapons was a death sentence.

One these two men were about to have the misfortune of meeting, Tony thought with a shimmer of pride.

It hadn’t taken long for word to spread amongst the underworld when the fresh-out-of-captivity billionaire took on his new mantle in a suit of black and gold all those years ago, destroying any and all Stark weapons and killing anyone who tried to get in the way. The Merchant of Death, they called him. Tony thought it had a rather nice ring to it personally. The public however did not, and they called for his arrest on multiple occasions, especially during that first year of his tirades. The thing about a suit of armour though was that an identity was hard to prove when you couldn’t see their face, or collect DNA, or even get a testimony when everyone who crossed paths with them ended up dead.

So with no proof to prove otherwise, the world was forced to let Tony continue his destruction in the shadows, giving him the benefit of his powerful reputation without any of the consequences. A win on both fronts.

And as he dropped down to the alley below with a shattering of cement, he couldn’t deny the pleasure it gave him to watch not only terror, but dreaded realisation fill his target’s eyes as they understood what was about to happen. The destiny they had set for themselves by showing up tonight with that case of weapons in hand. They knew the risks- they knew the consequences; the Merchant had made his presence known for almost six years now, after all.

What happened next was simply justice coming to pass…

By the time he reached down to pick up the discarded case of weapons, his gauntlets were stained crimson and the surrounding buildings had become eerily silent, as if afraid to become his next target. Good. That might save the next foolish arms dealer from daring to touch a Stark creation. The same couldn’t be said for his latest victims though, whose lifeless bodies were hidden by the shadows of the alley as Tony left with his haul of stolen weaponry.

It frustrated him that after all these years he still hadn’t been able to destroy the last remnants of his former legacy, and he knew that there were most likely many more Stark weapons out there that had yet to surface on Tony’s radar. Case in point, the deal that had -almost- transpired tonight, which only proved to Tony how vital his work truly was, even now.

So long as Stark weapons remained in the world, the Merchant of Death would too.

Stepping out into the middle of the abandoned street, Tony was about to blast off back to the tower when a sudden jerk against his arm had him startling back into action. He dropped the case and twisted around to shoot at whoever had dared to oppose him, only to find the street as barren as he had entered it. Instead, he noticed a silky, resistant webbing attached from his forearm to the cement below, tugging on it experimentally and blinking in surprise to find it withstanding the standard strength of his suit.

A short and sharp whistle from behind had Tony turning just in time to see that same chemical thread latch onto the corner of the case before it went flying through the air, landing right in the hands of a figure perched precariously on a nearby wall. They peered at the case with a set of ridiculously goggled eyes to match their equally ridiculous costume; a hideous combination of tights and hoodie that would be much better suited for a pre-school play than the shady streets of Queens. The sight of the bright red and blue was just… distracting, more than anything else, but what truly caught Tony’s attention was the way the figure sat against the two-story wall without any visible support. Nothing to hold onto, nothing to sit on. They were just… stuck there.

His moment of surprise though gave this mysterious figure a chance to glance up and say in an awfully young voice “Sorry to tell you, but the evil, cyborg fair was last week! No late applications allowed I’m afraid.”

Oh god, his humour is as awful as his clothing, Tony cringed.

But, tearing his arm free of the webbing, the man observed the frayed threads along his gauntlet and called “The tensile strength of this formula is off the charts. I’ll admit, I’m impressed.” Then, flexing his hands into fists so that the repulsors glowed a fierce red against his midnight suit, Tony spat out coldly “If only I could say the same about you.”

The masked figure pressed his free hand against his chest -seriously, how was he sticking up there?!- and said mockingly “Ouch, I’m wounded. Really- I, I don’t know if I’m ever going to recover from this Mr Criminal.”

“A comedian too huh?” Tony scoffed. “Let’s see if you’ll be laughing when I blast a hole through your sternum.”

“Ooh, I’m afraid you’ll have to get in line for that one. I’ve got maybe- I don’t know, a dozen or so others waiting for their chance to maim Spiderman behind bars right now,” the figure- the vigilante, Tony realised- replied jokingly.

Spiderman. He hadn’t heard of that one yet. He’d faced super soldiers, assassins, spies- usually all SHIELD agents, granted, but never had he faced a solo hero like this before. At least not one that had approached him with such casual banter, with such a lack of fear. It showed Tony that this poor soul was even more naïve than he first assumed if he didn’t even know the reputation behind the Merchant of Death.

Well… he would find out quickly enough.

“So, Spiderboy did you say?” Tony started out, matching the vigilante’s casual tone as he slowly lifted himself into the air with his boosters. And while it made the hero tense and watch him with narrowed eyes, he remained seated against the wall, exposed as ever.

Good. Let’s make this nice and easy.

“Spiderman actually,” the hero corrected.

“With that voice pipsqueak? Absolutely not.”

That made the hero sputter in denial, dropping his voice almost comically as he retorted, “You’re mistaken criminal.”

“Change your voice all you want bug, it still doesn’t fix those pyjamas of yours,” Tony said with a roll of his eyes behind the mask.

“I’m an arachnid, thank you very much,” the vigilante corrected sharply and tilted his head away in faux disgust. “And I’ll have you know, this suit is made of the finest cotton that ten bucks can-“

The boy -despite not even looking in the Merchant’s direction- jumped cleanly out of the way of the repulsor beam that was sent directly where his head had been a split second beforehand, swinging up onto a nearby rooftop only to offer an infuriating flourish. “And here I thought you were genuinely interested in my suit design,” the Spider tusked, running along the edge of the railing with the case in hand as Tony spun around to blast after him. “Guess I can’t expect good taste from the guy who wears metal underwear on the daily though, am I right?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Tony growled as he cut through the air like a bullet, only to miss the vigilante by a hair as he propelled himself in the opposite direction with his intuitive webs.

“Only if you use the magic word,” the Spider mocked as he stuck onto a nearby building.

The nerve of this child…

“Well,” Tony said as a smirk crawled onto his lips. “I guess I’ll just have to shut you up permanently then.”

The Spider’s lenses practically bulged out of their goggles as the Merchant came speeding towards him without a moments warning, using those lightning-fast reflexes to leap out of the way of his gauntlets, but not fast enough to escape the burst of flares that Tony sent out in every direction. The explosion of light that engulfed their vision did little to Tony behind his metal mask, but had the Spider crying out like a kicked puppy as he missed his next web and plummeted to the ground.

And for the briefest moment, Tony hesitated.

Because there, in that scream- in that panicked flailing of limbs, Tony saw not an enemy, but an innocent soul. A naïve and annoying soul, yes- but an innocent one no less. A mere child playing superhero…

But then his eyes caught sight of the case still clutched stubbornly to the Spider’s chest, and that flicker of doubt was crushed within a heartbeat. At the end of the day he still had a mission to complete. It was the very same one he’d held since he burnt the Ten Rings down to ashes in Afghanistan, and no wide eyed, loud mouthed vigilante was going to get in his way.

So watching the Spider hit the asphalt with a resounding crack, the Merchant dropped down to join the fallen hero and stood over him with a threatening whir of his repulsors. “Pathetic,” he scoffed. “Had enough yet?”

The vigilante groaned and squinted up at his masked enemy through a pair of shattered lenses. “Do… doin’ great,” he coughed out through a smile. “Couldn’t you t-tell?”

“You keep telling yourself that Bug.”

“Not’a bug.”

“Really? You’re as annoying as one.”

Huffing in defiance, the vigilante shifted amongst the cracked tarmac and curled himself protectively around the case in his arms. He probably didn’t even know what it contained, just knew it mustn’t be good if it were in the hands of a mysterious, armour wielding individual like himself.

If only this poor fool knew that he was trying to help the world instead of destroy it…

“Just… gimme five minutes an’ we can go f’r round two,” the vigilante murmured out.

Despite his better judgement, Tony couldn’t help but smile. This kid was persistent, he’d give him that, and his ability to stay upbeat as he faced certain doom was admirable in itself. Gifted, intelligent, and fitted with a heart of gold. Tony had to respect that, even if he had interrupted his mission tonight. Who knows, maybe in another life, they would have gotten along quite well…

But this was the life they had been given: hero and villain.

Enemies, and nothing else.

So reaching down to drag the case -and subsequently the boy that was attached to it- into the air, the Merchant grasped onto the back of the Spider’s neck with his free hand and startled the vigilante enough to let go of his former prize. And while the boy began to punch and kick with a sudden flood of adrenaline, the Merchant simply twisted his head to the side and hissed “Stay down if you want to live this time Bug.”

And before the Spider even had a chance to think about snarking back, the Merchant lifted him up and threw him right through the window of a nearby café, showering the floor with shards of glass and demolishing the poor coffee machine as the onesie clad hero crashed right into it with a bang. What a waste of a good coffee machine, Tony thought glumly to himself as he inspected the damage through his HUD. There was no retort on the boy’s tongue this time as he collapsed onto the cold, tiled floor, and his body remained eerily still even as Tony peered at him through the destroyed display. The sight of his opponent defeated should have brought the Merchant some sense of satisfaction, maybe even pride, but-… this time he just felt empty.

“Jarvis,” Tony called to his AI.

“Yes sir?”

“Give me vitals.”

The drum of his own heartbeat became unusually prominent as he watched Jarvis run multiple scans across his vision, and despite it only taking a few moments in reality, each second seem to drag into the other like an endless void of time.

“Heartbeat and breathing detected,” Jarvis reported diligently. “No life-threatening injuries present.”

Nodding slowly, Tony tried not to dwell on the tension that had unravelled from his chest at Jarvis’s report and instead turned his focus back to the mission at hand. “We’re done here then,” he said sternly. “Let’s head out.”

“Would you like to terminate the witness before leaving sir?”

Hesitating, Tony glanced back through the shattered window and the carnage that laid within. At the fallen hero who remained unconscious amidst the destruction. A mere child… nothing more, nothing less.

“No,” Tony eventually replied, turning his back to the window and the thoughts he wasn’t sure how to unravel. “If he manages to crawl his way back to his nest tonight, then he’s earnt his chance to live.”

“And if he returns sir?”

Feeling the edge of a smile curling at his lips, Tony thought back to the way the Spider had bantered with him, without fear or disdain or- honestly, any regard for his own life. He had an energy that no other scummy criminal he faced could match, and tech that no engineer he knew had ever developed. Everything about the Spider intrigued Tony to no end; like a puzzle he had yet to figure out.

And while he had much bigger priorities at hand, a small shred of Tony hoped the Spider would return to allow him a chance to solve it.

“Guess we’ll find out when that day comes…”

~~~

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