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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Peter Parker x Pregnant!Female!Stark!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 3]

Summary: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the best laid plans of teenagers even more so.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Two -- Teenage Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; two underage people having consensual sex off the page; teenage pregnancy; family drama; mixed families; teenage cruelty; discussion of abortion; discussion of adoption; foul language; crude humor; postpartum depression; Stark!Reader; Lila & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female!Reader; Tony/Pepper; Happy/May; Steve/Bucky; Clint/Laura; past!Tony/Reader’s Mom

Tag List: @imaginesfire, @plutoneu

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Chapter 3: How You Told Him

Perhaps lying about having a group project to finish in addition to all your usual end of semester exams had not been your greatest idea. Neglectful though he might have been in regards to double checking that your after school activities truly existed, your father did not slack off in ensuring you kept up with your studies.

Every moment that he wasn’t distracted by the impending arrival of his second child he spent with you, drilling you with Spanish flashcards, going over your physics review sheet, even quizzing you for your English test with the help of SparkNotes. He seemed to think that your good grades would convince all the other girls to like you—because what had always attracted everyone to him was his ability to solve complicated equations in his head, obviously.

His enthusiasm unfortunately prevented you from seeing Peter for the rest of the week. It was a long week, too. You didn’t dare give him the news over the phone; texting wasn’t any less risky; and every single minute that you put things off was a minute that you continued to lie to your father.

Your nausea could have been from morning sickness or guilt now, and it only got worse the longer you waited. Seven days of agony followed your purchase of that pregnancy test. Only upon the following Monday—when he was free from school for two whole weeks—did Peter arrive at the tower.

Not that that had put an end to your misery, however. Peter hadn’t come to see you. No, he’d come to run drills with the rest of the team. He had been at it all day. By four o’ clock, you could no longer feign complete disinterest in his whereabouts and left the safety of your bedroom to hunt him out yourself. No more asking FRIDAY for regular updates; that would only arouse suspicion if your dad looked at the logs.

Unfortunately, Peter was exactly where she had said he would be that last time you had asked her: the training hall. You stood outside in the attached room to watch through the one-way windows. Some exercise or another remained in full swing upon your arrival. Your dad—the flash of red and gold high at the top of the room—had quite an impressive hologram rig in use in there. Through the fake smoke and not-so-fake explosions you could also see your boyfriend in bright blue and red, using Steve’s shield to propel himself through the air.

“Is he ever going to come out of there?” you wondered aloud, just in time for a very sweaty, very rumpled Clint Barton to come through the nearby door that led to the training hall.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting,” he answered cheerfully. “That boy of yours is real dedicated.”

“I know that.”

You couldn’t entirely suppress the note of pride that crept into your voice, even if you were frustrated with Peter’s dedication at the moment. He was an amazing guy. No other boys you’d met were so devoted to serving others. Peter saved lives voluntarily, on the regular, without asking for recognition or anything else in return. That he wanted to be with you of all people—a girl with no powers or great acts of kindness to her name, only a famous father—was nothing short of a miracle…a miracle, you realized, that just might come to an end once he heard your news.

“Hey, don’t look so pensive. I’m sure he’ll be out in time for dinner. Isn’t there something else you could do while you’re waiting than sit there and watch? You know, paint your nails, braid your hair. Girl stuff.”

“Is that what Lila does in her spare time?” you asked.

Clint’s grin made clear what you already knew: He was teasing you. As you glared playfully back (as playfully as you could under the circumstances, anyway), he snatched up a thin white towel from the stack sitting on the nearby counter and dabbed at his glistening brow.

“She’s not allowed to date until she’s forty, so what’s the point? Speaking of Lila, she’s been asking about you lately.”

“She has?”

“Yeah, she wants you to come over again. She’s thinking sleepover. You interested?”

“Of course I am!”

“Great. I’ll ask your dad about it when he comes out of there. Maybe we can arrange for something this weekend.”

“Oh. I’m not so sure about this weekend.”

“Why not?” Clint frowned, slowly lowering his towel. “Already got plans with Pete?”

The truth was that you didn’t think your father would be letting you go anywhere after you came clean to him, even if anywhere was the Barton ranch. Never mind your dad’s constant dalliances (including those with your own mother), you were to be held to a higher standard. He thought you had escaped inheriting the worst of his personality. When he found out otherwise, he was going to be crushed. It wouldn’t matter that Lila lived in the middle of nowhere with no one but her parents and little brothers for company. Even if your dad did decide such a sleepover would be safe, Pepper certainly wouldn’t. Letting Clint set up said playdate would mean someone would have to call and cancel it. Then all the Bartons would find out about your not-so-little secret.

“[Name]? Earth to [Name]. You still with me?” asked Clint.

“No, I…”

Luckily, you were spared having to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make it sound like you wanted nothing to do with the one girl on the face of the planet that didn’t hate you. Just as Clint looked as though he were about to ask if you were going to throw up again and if he needed to call your dad over, the door to the training room opened a second time. In popped the boy you’d been waiting for for so long.

“Oh, hey, [Name],” Peter said as he peeled off his mask. “What are you doing here?”

All that lead up and his faint smile already had your legs turning to jelly. It was a wonder you were able to summon up enough to courage to reply, “Waiting for you. I’ve got something I want to show you upstairs.”

“Don’t you want me to clean up first? I should definitely take a shower—”

“Now.” You leaned over to grasp his hand.

He stilled and shot you a confused look. “Okay. If you say so.”

Before he could change his mind or get caught up discussing battle strategies with Clint for another three hours, you yanked Peter toward the hall leading to the elevator. He stumbled after you with a faint cry of surprise.

“Er…see you later, Mr. Barton!” he called over his shoulder.

You stopped in the doorway to look back at the man watching you both from the center of the room. “I’ll look at my calendar and find out when I can come see Lila. Promise. Dad’ll call once I work out my schedule.”

Clint nodded, brow still furrowed. The expression on his face caused a cascade of ice-like nerves to fall into your stomach. You tried to ignore the sensation and move on without attracting more attention. Soon enough, he was hidden from view by both the door that led to the observation booth and those belonging to the elevator. Your relieved sigh hissed loudly in the silence that followed.

“You okay, [Name]?” Peter asked. He shifted his hand inside yours to get a better grip.

“I’m fine,” you answered.

“You sure? I haven’t heard from you in days.”

“Dad had busy me studying. I just now found the time to breathe.”

He nodded, and said nothing more. His hand remained in yours for the duration of the trip to the tower’s highest floor. All the while, his deep brown eyes roved across your face. You tried not to show any signs of your fear in your expression, but couldn’t do anything to stop the pulse ramming through your body. Could Peter feel your heart beating that hard where your palms connected?

The elevator open up again an eternity later. At last Peter let go of you, probably because he didn’t want Pepper to catch you both wandering around like that in your private area.

He needn’t have worried. A lot of kids had rules about having members of the opposite sex in their bedrooms: hours they were allowed inside, doors that had to remain open, people that had to be informed. Not so you. For the time being, your father trusted you, and you intended to take advantage of that while you still could. After he followed you inside, you closed the door and turned to find him standing in the center of the room staring at you.

“You’re breaking up with me,” he said.

The statement drew you up short, driving all thoughts of how best to get to the subject of babies from your mind. “What? What are you talking about?” you asked.

Peter approached you slowly. His hands twisted the mask he held between them at an alarming rate. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it. Please don’t do this, [Name]. Whatever I did, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Peter—”

“Was it—was it the…sex?” he lowered his voice upon that word. “I’m sorry if it was bad. It was only my first time!”

“I’m not—”

“I don’t know how I’m going to explain to Mr. Stark that I did something to get his daughter to break up with me! He’ll kick me off the team for sure!”

“I’m not breaking up with you!” you shouted.

“You’re…not?”

“No.” Although that didn’t mean your dad wouldn’t kick him off the team for what you were about to tell him. You thought it best not to lead with that, however.

“Then why are you acting so weird?” he asked.

That question was all it took. One moment, you stood in front of him trying to calm him down; the next, your own legs seemed unable to support your weight. Tears spilled over your bottom eyelids and splashed down your cheeks.

“[N-Name]?”

Before you could hit the carpeted floor, he caught you and guided you carefully over to your bed. You collapsed onto the comforter without any break in your quiet tears. If you made any noise at all, Pepper would be sure to hear and come as quickly as her pregnancy would allow. Though you knew this, you couldn’t get yourself to stop crying. Seven days’ worth of fear and guilt continued to leak from your face.

Peter just patted your shoulder for a long time. This didn’t exactly make you feel any better. You had lied to him too, not to mention you were the one that had got yourself into this mess to begin with. If you hadn’t brought up having sex to him, you doubted he would have considered it until you were both in your twenties.

Eventually, you crying did slow, and when you lifted your head, you found him holding out the Kleenex box you kept on your bedside table. You pulled out a single tissue and shoved it into your wet face.

“Thanks,” you said hoarsely, voice a little muffled.

“No problem.”

Then Peter sat down next to you. He didn’t say another word while he waited for you to pull yourself together. You felt his heels hit the mattress a few times as he kicked his legs in and out in front of him. At last he seemed unable to wait any longer.

“Something is wrong, right? You wouldn’t be crying if everything was fine,” he said.

“I…It’s fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Water filled your eyes again, but this time the tears were not allowed to run down your cheeks. “Because I’m pretty sure that you’re about to break up with me.”

“Never!”

“You don’t even know why I think that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I love you, [Name]. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your hand clutching the Kleenex fell into your lap. Peter’s expression was so sincere. You wanted to believe him when he said sweet things like that. How could you, though, remembering how your mother had acted when she first found out that she was pregnant with you?

Sure, your dad had accepted you, after you’d ran away from your foster home to see him, after all the DNA tests confirmed what you claimed, after the media storm began to fade a bit. But if he had known about you before—before Iron Man, before your mom died, before he won over Pepper…well, sometimes you wondered if you had revealed yourself to him then, if he would have been so accepting.

Peter wasn’t your dad. For all the similarities between the two of them, they were not cut from the same cloth. He was, however, also a superhero and a genius and a boy with a bright future ahead of him. Whether or not he was more like your father than you thought, you had to tell him. You couldn’t keep your baby a secret, not like your mother had before you.

“Peter, I’m…” You swallowed, struggling for the right words. Your tongue felt like lead inside your mouth. “I’m…I didn’t plan for it to happen. I didn’t want this. I’m sorry, but—Peter, I’m…I’m pregnant.”

He snapped to attention at once. His eyes went huge. You bit down on your heavy tongue as hard as you could to keep yourself from babbling further. It was his turn to talk now, his turn to react. A loud ringing started up in your ears in protest of your choice to remain silent.

“You…You’re sure?” Peter asked after some time passed.

You nodded.

“You took a test.”

You nodded.

“Even though we used protection?”

You nodded.

A slow breath issued from his mouth. You braced yourself for the anger that would follow—but it never did. When Peter touched you again, it was only to pull you to his chest. His chin soon found the crown of your head.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“For what? It’s my fault.”

“What do you mean, your fault?”

“I asked you to have sex with me. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have thought of it.”

Peter’s snort shook the strands of hair beneath his nose. “That was not the first time I thought of having sex with you.”

Hesitantly, you pulled yourself away from him. A pleasant flutter soared through your veins. Hearing that should not have made you feel so pleased given present circumstances, but somehow it did. “It wasn’t?”

“No. But what are you gonna do? About the baby, I mean.”

“I haven’t really thought that far ahead. I just…needed to tell you before I did anything else.”

“And your dad doesn’t know yet?”

“No.”

“Yeah, figures.” He let out a breathy laugh. “He definitely wouldn’t have let me in the training room if he already knew.”

“I’m going to tell him, Peter. I have to.”

Without explaining to him what you meant by that, you knew he understood. You weren’t going to get rid of the baby before it was born. Even if you tried, you doubted you’d succeed in managing to do so entirely in secret. Buying a pregnancy test without detection was one thing. Getting an abortion was another. So, sure, you could just not mention the baby to your dad, but he would find out eventually—or Pepper would, or Natasha, or a teacher at school, or (you shuddered at the thought) some journalist looking for a picture to plaster on the front of their tabloid for three months straight. Leaving things to chance was just too much of a risk for everyone involved.

“I’ll have to tell May, too,” Peter said.

You scooted back onto a free place on your bed to look at him. “Can you wait? Just a little? So I can tell my dad first?”

He didn’t look thrilled by your request, and you knew why. Peter didn’t like lying to his aunt any more than you liked lying to your father. Just keeping her from finding out he was Spider-Man had been hard enough for him. That hadn’t even worked out for long either.

“It’s just,” you added quickly, “I know she’ll call my dad as soon as she finds out. I want him to hear it from me first.”

“You’re planning to tell him soon?”

“Yeah! I don’t know when, exactly, but it has to be soon. I just want to do it when the whole team isn’t—”

A sharp knock on your bedroom door had you both springing apart. Peter actually jumped across the room, all the way to where your computer desk stood, while you just managed to leap closer to your headboard.

“Come in!” you said, hoping you didn’t sound nearly as husky as before. You finished wiping your eyes with your tissue just in time for Pepper to stick her head in, too.

“Peter, you’re here also. Good,” she said as she stepped inside. The swell of her pregnancy protruded obviously from between her hips. Your baby half-sister was going to be huge, though apparently you were the only person with that train of thought just then.

Peter lifted a nervous hand in greeting. “Hey, Mrs. Stark.”

She turned her sharp eyes on him. “I told you last time you called me that that if you did that again I would kick you out of the building.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

That having been arranged, Pepper’s turned her attention to you. You sat up a little straighter. Even pregnant, she seemed to command a level of decorum you never quite felt you could achieve. She was fine as far as step-mothers went. Her first words upon being introduced to you were, “I’m not at all surprised to find out you had a kid somewhere,” and she’d gone on to marry your dad about year later anyway. Still, you always felt nervous around her normally. Coming off the heels of a crying jag over a pregnancy that would never have happened if you’d only followed her rules didn’t exactly soothe such feelings.

“I just came to ask you,” she said, and you held your breath waiting for her to say FRIDAY had been relaying your entire conversation to her, “to not schedule anything for this Friday night. You, too, Peter. I just got off the phone with May, and she and Happy will be coming over for a little pre-Christmas dinner. Isn’t that nice?”

She didn’t sound entirely convinced herself, breathless and rubbing the swell of her stomach. The look you exchanged with Peter while she was distracted was one of shared horror. Unfortunately, she was not distracted long enough to miss the look entirely.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“No!” you said in unison.

“Sounds great,” Peter added.

“Can’t wait,” you put in.

Pepper looked suspiciously from your face to his before she turned laboriously to leave. “Sorry if we ruined date night, but it’s just one dinner. And what were you two doing in here with the door closed? It really ought to be open if you’re in there together.”

As if to make her point, she did not shut the door behind her. She instead toddled off down the hall with further muttering about teenage hormones. A hysterical laugh almost burst from your chest over how close to being right she was—but this was not a laughing matter. Your eyes met Peter’s for a second time. Obviously he was thinking the exact same thing that you were: now you had a deadline, and meeting it might make everything even worse.

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yourmcu · 3 years

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Natalie

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!reader (platonic), Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary:

You met Natasha for the first time while she was undercover as Natalie. You’re not overly fond of how your first meeting went.

Word count: 1,390

Warnings: none (that means fluff)

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

“How was the field trip, Miss Stark?”

"Good actually, just feeling a bit under the weather,” you sniffle while the front door slides close behind you. “It was probably the heavy air conditioning on the bus.”

You drop your duffel bag beside the couch while Jarvis reassures you that somebody will get you a hot meal to make you feel better. You had gotten back in the early hours of the morning so Pepper and even Tony would still be asleep, and you're already sure Happy is going to be upset when he finds out you took the bus home instead of calling him.

You go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and sit down by the kitchen island. It’s almost six, anyone would wake up soon. So you just sit there trying to deal with your headache.

Natasha is always up early ever since she got the position as an assistant for Stark’s company. As much as possible she keeps the snooping around to a minimal, or makes sure to finish the tasks Pepper gave her first before looking out for Tony to see what he was up to.

She had seen a framed photo of you and Tony in the living room. She immediately wondered who you were, seeing as the public doesn’t fully know Tony Stark had a child, and if Fury knew about you. She casually brought it up when both her and Pepper were working though: “Tony’s daughter. Y/N doesn’t like to be in the spotlight that much.”

When Jarvis notifies her that “Miss Stark has arrived and could use some soup.”, she puts her paperwork aside and strides out of the room. Natasha doesn’t trust this whole daughter thing. Tony Stark is a busy - and a reckless man, he doesn’t have time for one, at least, that’s what she thinks. Maybe she’s a child prodigy he hired or something, or possibly an agent.

You raise your head a bit when you hear the clopping of heals, feeling very much relieved that Pepper’s awake - except it isn’t Pepper.

Her movements are swift as she enters the room. She clutches her clipboard at her side as she got a good look at you. Huh. I thought she’d be much younger.

“Uh, hello,” you say awkwardly, eyes flicking from her, to your side, and at the door. Oh god, dad’s having one night stands again. You thought for sure he'll end up with Pepper. This woman looks like a reporter, except she managed to dress herself unlike-

“Do you have a soup preference?”

“What?” You blink. You don’t like it when your father sleeps with women who wander around the house in the morning. When they see you they want to take photos, sometimes an interview when you were still in your pajamas. But this one is asking you what kind of soup you like. Maybe she’s hungover? “The... uh, the exit’s down the hall on the left, I can ring a driver if you need a ride, if you want,”

You really wish Tony or Pepper would walk in now.

“What gave you the impression that I want to leave?”

Something about the way she said that made an alarm go off inside you. You want nothing more than to run. “Okay, I’m-” you get up, taking your water bottle with you. You try to avoid her gaze because it follows you until you're at the door. “I’m just gonna... just gonna go.” And you sprint away.

You head to Tony’s lab and enter your code when you see him working on an old red car. “Dad,” you breathe out and his eyes light up when he sees you.

“Hey bud, when did you get home?” His breath reeks of alcohol and it isn’t surprising that he's getting no sleep again.

“The reporter you mingled with is still here and she doesn’t want to leave.”

“Reporter?”

“Yes, reporter, or I don’t know... whatever her occupation is,” you raise your voice a bit. “You know I can’t do anything about when you - when you take someone home-”

Tony stops his fidgeting. “That’s none of your business.”

“Okay fine, sorry, but-”

“Look, I’m sure you’ve had a rough trip back,” he gets up and wipes his hands. “But there’s not a single reporter, or whatever you’re talking about, here. Let’s go, I’m sure Natalie has breakfast ready.”

Natalie?

You open your mouth to object but Tony already has an arm around you and leads you out of his workplace. You’re only gone for a few weeks, curse them for not bothering to shoot you a text or something, just so that you're informed with everything that’s been going on-

“Mr. Stark?” That same, gentle but almost kind of robotic voice speaks. Well, that’s how you’d describe the red-headed stranger. You scoot closer to Tony when she came to view. “Miss Potts has specifically ordered me to tell you not to disturb her today. She’s very busy. Can I get both of you anything?”

You feel your lips part slowly, gaping at the two adults.

“I’m gonna go shower, you can assist Y/N here to whatever she needs,” Tony replies absentmindedly and walks away.

The man forgot you had no idea who the woman is and what she's doing here. “Who... who are you?” You turn to face her after you watchs your dad walk away and is now out of view.

“Natalie Rushman,” she replies matter-of-factly.

“But who - wait, why... what?”

Natasha could tell you really are Tony’s daughter and now found your confusion amusing. She decides to fill you in on everything that happened while you were away.

“Pepper’s CEO?! Hang on, I have to go see her-” But she gently places a hand on your shoulder.

“She doesn’t want to be disturbed today.”

“...right.”

After that interaction the both of you became close. You warmed up to her, and despite Natasha still being undercover she became softer around you, thinking you wouldn’t be able to put the pieces together and figure out what she was really doing here.

You’d ask her for advice, help for homework sometimes, talk about random shit, it was great.

Every time you both had the chance to talk you’d ask her random questions, they’d always leave you speculating.

“Dad said you modeled in Tokyo,” you point out one day while she’s filing paperwork and you had nothing better to do. “Why didn’t you pursue it? You know, modeling?”

She could’ve pursued being a boxer or something too, Happy also told you about the time she flipped him over in the boxing ring. You couldn’t imagine why she’d choose being an assistant over the other cool ones.

Natasha just glances at you for a moment and shrugs, returning to the task at hand. “It wasn’t my thing.”

But what made you upset? The day she left. You just built this bond with her, a friendship, and you didn’t see any reason why she had to leave. No one had any complaints with her, so why?

You ask Tony after him and Rhodey were honored in Washington. “Did you fire Ms. Rushman?”

“Sorry?” Tony removes his sunglasses hastily.

“I was just wondering why Natalie doesn’t work for you anymore.”

“Natasha.” He corrects.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, “wh-”

“I didn’t fire her, kid,” he sighs. “But something tells me we’re gonna see her again soon.”

And you did, two years later.

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“C’mon, Nat, stop,” you drag out after you leapt onto her and tried to cover her mouth. “It’s not funny!”

“And then - and then Y/N gave me this look when I walked in - oh god, she looked so creeped out, then-”

The room fills with laughter from the other avengers but the loudest ones were coming from Sam and Clint. She told them the story a few times and it still never gets old.

“I still can’t believe you thought she was one of Tony’s flings,” Sam wipes a tear from his eye. “God, that’s gold!”

When she finishes, Natasha pulls you closer and tilts her head when she sees the pout on your face. “Aww, are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“I know you are,” oh no. She put on the voice she uses whenever she’s about to do something you didn’t like. Without warning, her hands go to your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

“NAT!”

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 3 years

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@joanofarkansass Glad you liked my fic recs! Here are some more marvel + xmen ones:

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A true comedy of errors lol. Tony doesn't realize that his boyfriend Steve is Captain America.

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""This isn't a concentration camp," Delta says, calm, like he's been rehearsing it. Erik looks at the gun on his hip, the guards behind him in the corridor, the bars between them.

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A brutal and really well-written fic.

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"Clint Barton's Super Secret Snipers' Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.)

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"After being attacked and forcibly separated from Eddie Brock, Venom bonds to Peter Parker in order to seek both revenge on the LIFE Foundation and any evidence of his previous host. Peter Parker isn't exactly thrilled about this turn of events and turns to the Avengers for help managing his new symbiote."

I've recently fallen into the Peter/Harry ship and this fic quickly became one of my favorites! Very domestic and sweet but also scary and also Peter having a relatively realistic reaction to suddenly being possessed by an alien tickled me.

Turning Tables by @iamallyetnotatall

"Thanos knows if he leaves Tony Stark alive, that Earth's mightiest defender will find a way to undo all of his hard work.

So when he snaps and wipes away half the universe, he ensures that Tony Stark is one of those that fade to nothing.

I.E - a what-if series of ficlets where Tony is dusted and Peter isn't. HAPPY ENDING GUARANTEED"

Very Good. Pepper and Peter and Morgan family bonding is great.

I Don't Want To Keep A Secret by DOA

"As their senior year begins, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn have a lot to figure out on their own.

Peter has his hands full with his Aunt dating again, college, potential romance, and being superhero with a secret identity that may be more trouble than it's worth. Then Harry, with a troubling father, an uncertain future, possibly unrequited love, a family secret, and an ugly green monster that he has no control over.

But what happens if their separate problems are more related than they think?"

A very cute and plotty Parksborn fic set in the Marvel's Spider-Man universe. It does have first person POV and has been incomplete for over a year which :( but I did enjoy what I read!

There you have it! Half of these fics are kind of Really Popular fics (which are popular for good reason) and fics that just happen to really personally appeal to me lmao

#marvel #spiderman #parksborn #nightsilver #avengers #stony #tony stark #peter parker #fic recs #fanfics #the burd squawks

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buckybarnesdollface · 3 years

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Traditions: Chapter 1

Summary: Bucky has nowhere to go for the holidays, so reader invites him to come home to spend Christmas with her family. Christmas cuteness ensues.

Warnings: None, just fluff in this chapter, female reader

“So, what are everyone’s plans for Christmas?” Pepper asked everyone as soon as the debriefing meeting had ended. The team had just gotten back from a mission in South Africa, and were in desperate need of a distraction.

As expected, Tony and Pepper were spending Christmas with Morgan at their cabin. Clint and Scott were also spending Christmas with their kids, and Peter was spending it with May and MJ. Sam was going back to Harlem to spend the holidays with his parents, and Thor would be in New Asgard with his people. Rhodey was also spending it with his parents, and Bruce was going to Germany to be a key speaker at a science seminar for nuclear physicists. Wanda and Vision were spending their Christmas in London, and Steve and Natasha – still in the honeymoon phase of their new relationship – were headed to Hawaii until the new year.

“I’ll be heading to Maine to spend Christmas with my family,” I said when everyone looked to me. “My mom would kill me if I didn’t come home for the holidays.”

“What about you, Buck?” Sam asked, drawing everyone’s attention to the supersoldier at Steve’s side who, up until now, had been very quiet and subdued. He shrugged, his face unreadable.

“I dunno, I don’t really have plans,” he mumbled. “I’ll probably just hang out here, or maybe head into the city. I always loved Christmas in New York.”

Tony stood and clapped his hands together. “Excellent, now that everyone’s had a chance to share, why don’t we all get some rest?” he said. “It’s been a long week and I’m sure we’re all exhausted.” He grinned. “Enjoy your holidays, everyone, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Pepper set a hand on my arm as I was gathering up the paperwork from the meeting. “You did good, kid,” she told me, and I beamed shyly. As Pepper’s assistant I was often in the loop of what was going on with the team, but this was the first mission that she’d given me the reins and I had been so nervous. Hearing her praise had my chest swelling.

“Thank you, Pepper,” I breathed. “Really, it means so much.”

She gave me a warm smile. “You’re officially part of the team, kiddo,” she murmured. “Have a good Christmas. I’ll see you in the new year.”

“Merry Christmas, Pepper.”

As Pepper caught up with Tony, I found my eyes scanning the conference room for a certain dark-haired supersoldier. He was just ducking out the door when I spotted him, and I quickly tucked the papers under my arm before following him.

“Bucky!” I called, and he turned and stopped, waiting for me to catch up. He gave me a small smile when I did.

“What’s up, doll?” he asked. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and his face drawn. Though his lips were still curved in a friendly smile his eyes were sad, and I frowned, fighting the urge to pull him tight to me and hug him. Instead, I shook my head.

“Are you really gonna stay here over Christmas?” I asked him, and he shrugged.

“Why not?”

I pursed my lips. “Because you’ll be alone,” I protested, and Bucky’s friendly expression faltered. Finally, he sighed and shook his head.

“What choice do I have, (Y/N)?” he said. “I have no family to spend it with, and all my friends have plans with their own families and loved ones. That leaves just me.” Again, he shrugged. “I’m used to being alone, I’ll be fine.”

Bucky was trying hard to seem carefree about it, and to most people it probably would have worked. But since becoming Pepper’s assistant eight months ago, I had developed friendships with everyone on the team, especially Steve and Bucky. So I could see the pain in the set of Bucky’s shoulders and in the depths of his eyes even if his expression and voice didn’t show it. Hesitantly, I reached out to set a hand on Bucky’s arm. He hadn’t yet changed out of his tactical gear and the fabric of his jacket was stiff under my palm.

“No one should be alone on Christmas,” I said softly. “You have plenty of friends who wouldn’t mind you joining them for the holiday.”

Bucky snorted. “Steve offered for me to go to Hawaii with him and Nat,” he said, “but I declined. I didn’t think being a third wheel would be a great way to spend Christmas.”

“I didn’t mean Steve.”

“What?” I watched as realization dawned across Bucky’s features. “(Y/N), I couldn’t… This is your time with your family, I can’t intrude on that. Besides, I can’t imagine they’d be okay with having me there…”

But I was shaking my head, having already made up my mind. “Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll be happy to have you. I’ll call my mom tonight to let her know to get one more bedroom ready.” I grinned. “Now go get some rest and pack your things, we leave tomorrow at noon.”

Before Bucky had time to argue, I headed towards mine and Pepper’s offices to dispense of the paperwork under my arm. This was certainly going to be an interesting Christmas, to say the least.

As I had expected, my mom was happy to have Bucky there for Christmas once I explained the situation to her. So, that was how him and I found ourselves in first class seats on a flight to Bangor, courtesy of Tony and Pepper. Tony had offered to let us take a quinjet, but when we both declined, he insisted to at least pay for our tickets.

Bucky was silent most of the flight, and I could tell he was nervous. Biting my lip, I nudged my knee with his.

“You keep shaking your leg like that and you’re gonna have the whole plane shaking,” I teased. A flush crept up his neck to his face and his leg stopped abruptly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just…People are staring.”

I had been well-aware of the looks we’d gotten as soon as we boarded the plane. Bucky tended to draw attention wherever he went – Even if he weren’t Bucky Barnes, his towering six-foot-two frame of thick muscle and his strikingly handsome face were hard to ignore. He had hidden his vibranium arm underneath a black bomber jacket and leather gloves, and he had recently cut his long hair short, but it seemed everyone still knew who he was.

“You’re an Avenger,” I said with a shrug. “Of course they’re staring.”

“I’m the Winter Soldier,” he corrected sullenly. “They all know what I’ve done. They’re afraid of me.”

Pursing my lips, I reached over to take his flesh hand into mine. “Don’t focus on everyone else,” I told him, ignoring the surprise in his eyes when my fingers laced through his. “Focus on the amazing Christmas vacation we’re going to have. Focus on Christmas lights and building snowmen and cheesy Christmas music on the radio.”

Bucky let out a short huff of a laugh, but some of the tension had evaporated from his features. “Sounds like the plot for one of those silly Christmas movies that every channel on television plays all through December,” he said, and I flashed him a grin.

“You haven’t met my family. When it comes to Christmas, we’re as cheesy as they get.”

As I explained to Bucky what to expect when we got to my parents’ place, the stress visibly dissipated from his body, until he was laughing at the prospect of witnessing my father wearing a Santa hat and distributing presents from under the tree on Christmas morning.

Bucky’s laugh drew the attention of a few people around us, and before he could realize that people were once again staring, I shot them a glare that could have frozen hell. They shrank back in their seats and Bucky and I continued our conversation, him none the wiser to what had just happened.

My parents were waiting for us when we got off the plane in Bangor. As soon as my mother caught sight of me, she threw her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“(Y/N), I’m so glad you’re home,” she exclaimed. “Your brother and sister are already at the house; they’ll be so glad to see you.”

“I missed you too, Mom,” I chuckled, and then I turned to embrace my dad.

“Hey, kid,” he said. “How was your flight?”

“Good.” I shrugged. “Tony upgraded us to first class, so that was nice.” I turned to find that Bucky had retrieved our luggage from the baggage claim and was now standing awkwardly off to one side. Shaking my head, I went over and grabbed him by the arm to pull him into the group. “Mom, Dad, this is Bucky Barnes,” I introduced. “Bucky, these are my parents.”

Bucky shook each of their hands, making sure to use his flesh hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N),” he murmured. “And thank you so much for having me. I know it was very last-minute, and I really appreciate it.”

“It’s our pleasure, really. The more the merrier,” my mom said cheerfully. “And please, call us John and Karey.”

Bucky nodded shyly, and then once again grabbed our luggage. I reached for my suitcase, but Bucky shook his head as he pulled it out of my reach. “I’ve got it,” he insisted, and I frowned.

“But it’s heavy –”

“Maybe for you.” Bucky winked and then lifted my suitcase above his waist as if it weighed no more than a purse. I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as the Bucky I knew peeked through his anxious exterior.

“Show-off,” I muttered.

“Don’t be sour, doll,” Bucky said over his shoulder as he followed my parents out to the parking lot. “Jealousy isn’t becoming.”

I wanted to respond to his comment with something sarcastic or witty, but was too happy seeing him at ease that I decided against it and instead followed him and my parents to their truck.

The drive home was spent catching up with my parents; I hadn’t seen them since June, and my mom had so much to fill me in on. Bucky sat next to me in the backseat, and although he was politely listening to my mother ramble on about my uncle’s new puppy, I could tell he felt out of place. He spent a lot of time looking out the window in silence, and although I wanted to reach across the seat to take his hand, I knew that would likely only make him more uncomfortable and invite awkward questions from my parents.

“So, Bucky,” my dad said suddenly, and Bucky’s head snapped up, shocked to have been addressed directly. “How do you usually spend the holidays?”

Bucky’s face fell for only a split second before he composed himself again and his lips quirked up the tiniest bit at one corner. “Well, sir, if I’m being honest it’s been awhile since I’ve celebrated Christmas,” he admitted ruefully, and I could see my dad’s brow furrow in the rearview mirror. Before he could open his mouth and make this situation any more uncomfortable, I spoke.

“We’ll make sure this is one to remember, then,” I said to Bucky with a warm smile, in which he returned with his own small smile.

As we turned down the lane and drove up to the house, I couldn’t help but feel excited. As much as I loved New York and loved my job at the Avengers compound, I was a small-town girl at heart and I had missed the farm that I’d grown up on.

It hadn’t changed at all in my twenty-six years of life; the same big white farmhouse with the green shutters and the oak tree out front, the large yard, and the old red barn that at one time held horses but was now just used to store tractor parts. It had just snowed the night before, and everything was covered in a thin blanket of sparkling white. My parents had already put up most of the outdoor lights, but I saw that they had saved the big red pine. A smile lit up my face.

“Are we decorating the pine today?” I asked excitedly, and my mom grinned.

“You didn’t think we’d do it without you, did you?” she asked as we got out of the truck. Bucky gave me a questioning look and I grinned.

“We’ve decorated this tree as a family since we were little kids,” I explained. “Our ceilings were never high enough to have an enormous tree so we’d always decorate this one to be as stunning as the one inside.”

“That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard,” Bucky chuckled, and I couldn’t help the blush that warmed my cheeks. Ducking my head, I motioned towards the house.

“C’mon, I’ll introduce you to my brother and sister and give you a tour.”

I could tell as soon as my brother saw Bucky walk through the door that he was about to burst with excitement and a million questions – He had been obsessed with the Avengers long before I had become Pepper’s assistant. Remembering how uncomfortable Bucky had been at my dad’s unintentionally invasive questions, I shot Jeremy a look that told him to keep his mouth shut and give Bucky space.

To my relief, both Jeremy and Katie were polite and friendly when I introduced Bucky to them. I could see some of the tension ease out of his shoulders now that he had met my family and they’d accepted him, and I set a hand briefly on his arm.

“I’ll give you a tour of the house and then show you the room you’ll be staying in,” I told him, and he nodded before following me out of the foyer.

“This is my room,” I told him after we’d gone through the first floor and climbed the stairs. I pushed open the door and gestured for him to come in after he hesitated. The room hadn’t changed since I moved out at eighteen to go to college; originally my parents had planned to turn it into an office but they’d never gotten around to it, and so the Zac Efron posters and constellation-patterned bedsheets still remained.

Bucky picked up a stuffed Garfield off my desk and his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Cute,” he said, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Alright, out of here before you start picking apart everything in here,” I said, ushering Bucky to the door. He laughed, turning to grin at me.

“I wasn’t making fun of you, doll,” he chuckled. “I really did think it was cute. I think I would have liked to know the (Y/N) that liked stuffed animals and had posters of half-naked men on her walls.”

I snorted and shoved him playfully away from my room. “Yeah, well, you stick around here long enough and you’ll probably get to see her,” I told him wryly. “I tend to revert back to her when I’m home for any amount of time.”

Bucky’s answering smile was warm, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m looking forward to it,” he murmured, no hint of teasing left in his voice, and for some reason it had my cheeks hot and my stomach fluttering. After an awkward silence, I opened the door to the bedroom next to mine.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping,” I said, clearing my throat. “That way if you need anything during the night…” I trailed off, but the look on Bucky’s face told me that he knew I was referring to his nightmares. He offered me a small smile.

“It’s great, (Y/N), really.” He gave me a shy look. “Thank you for all of this. I would have been at the compound by myself watching Christmas movies on TV if it weren’t for you.”

“Well we couldn’t have that, now, could we?” I teased half-heartedly, but the atmosphere in the room had changed. The air between us was heavy with a feeling I couldn’t quite place my finger on; it was certainly not something I had felt around him before. I had always felt comfortable around Bucky, from the moment we met – I could be myself around him, and he himself around me. But now I felt myself struggling to find words to say and my stomach was in a constant flutter.

Luckily, the awkwardness was shattered by Katie calling up the stairs that they were going to decorate the pine tree whether Bucky and I were ready or not. Shooting each other sheepish grins, we both made to head to the staircase at the same time and bumped into each other in the door frame. Bucky stepped back.

“Ladies first,” he said graciously, and I blushed as I ducked past him.

“A little higher,” my mom said as my dad and Jeremy were on ladders stringing lights around the top of the pine tree. Katie and I were at the bottom, each trying to keep one of the ladders steady, as my mom directed the guys on where to hang the lights. Bucky was off to one side, watching us with a slightly amused expression.

“(Y/N), hold the ladder still, would ya?” my dad grumbled and I rolled my eyes dramatically. I could hear Katie snickering from the other side of the tree.

“It looks good enough, Mom,” Jeremy groaned, after my mom had told him to hang the lights from a different branch. “You won’t be able to tell in the dark which branch they’re hanging from anyway.”

Another argument about light placement ensued, and I couldn’t help but smile; it wasn’t tradition if at least four arguments didn’t take place while we were putting up the lights. After a bit more arguing and my dad and Jeremy doing some rearranging among heavy sighs, the lights were finally strung to my mother’s satisfaction.

“What about the star?” my mom asked as the men climbed down the ladders. I pulled the big silver star out of the tote we stored the lights in and turned to Bucky with a grin.

“I think we should let Bucky do it,” I said, and a smile brightened my mom’s face.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

I carried the star over and handed it to Bucky. He looked uncertain, like he wanted to argue against it, but I was already nudging him towards the tree. His cheeks pink, he climbed the ladder after a nod of encouragement from me, and gracefully set the star atop the highest bough of the tree.

After Bucky had climbed down the ladder and taken position at my side, my dad pulled the remote for the timer from his pocket, pressing a button and turning the lights on. I had seen it over a dozen times now, but it still filled me with warmth and happiness every time and I couldn’t help but smile like a little kid.

“Alright, it’s done and I’m cold,” Jeremy said. “Let’s go inside and get some food.”

“Can’t you just enjoy it for a minute?” my mom replied.

“It’s snowing!” Katie suddenly exclaimed, and we all looked up to the sky. It was indeed snowing, snowflakes falling from the sky softly and catching in the light from the tree. I turned to look at Bucky, who had his own childlike grin on his face.

“It’s beautiful,” he breathed, stretching out his left arm to catch a few snowflakes on his leather-gloved hand. The vibranium underneath the leather was cool, preserving the snowflakes long enough to inspect their intricate designs.

“We might get a white Christmas for the first time in years,” I said in excitement, and Bucky grinned.

“Y’know, there was a time when we always had a white Christmas,” he chuckled, and I scrunched my nose at him.

“Yeah, yeah; c’mon, old man,” I teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the house where the others were already headed. “It’s getting cold and dark; let’s go in where it’s warm and make some hot cocoa.”

My mom had already turned the kettle on by the time we’d gotten inside and stripped off our jackets and boots, and it wasn’t long before we’d all settled down in the living room with steaming mugs of hot cocoa with marshmallows. Bucky and I had settled onto the loveseat as my dad turned on a hockey game.

“You a hockey fan, Bucky?” my dad asked, and Bucky shrugged.

“I like it,” he replied. “Haven’t really had much time to follow sports for years now, but baseball was always more my sport; that and boxing.” He grinned. “Steve and I did go see the Rangers play the Maple Leafs at Madison Square Garden for one of the Stanley Cup Final games, though.”

My dad’s eyebrows shot up. “The Rangers haven’t played the Leafs in the finals since…”

“Since 1940,” Bucky finished, a rueful smile on his face. “I definitely dated myself with that one, didn’t I? Sometimes I forget that people don’t realize I’m actually almost one hundred and four years old.”

��“(Y/N) told us how old you and Steve were,” my dad explained. “It’s just hard to remember, considering you look barely over thirty.”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Spending most of your life in a cryo chamber does wonders for your complexion,” he said wryly, and although his tone was teasing his eyes told a different story. I sat up straighter, tucking my legs under myself, and cleared my throat.

“Has anyone heard if Uncle Joe is coming up for Christmas this year?” I asked, changing the subject and successfully diverting everyone’s focus away from Bucky. He shot me a grateful look to which I returned with a warm smile, hoping that I wouldn’t have to keep jumping in to stop my family from making Bucky uncomfortable all through Christmas.

“(Y/N), you’re twenty-six years old; I shouldn’t have to tell you not to eat raw cookie dough!” my mom scolded as I dipped my finger into the bowl of dough she had whipped up for molasses cookies and licked it clean, savouring the spicy-sweet flavour of it. I grinned sheepishly at my glaring mother.

“If I get salmonella then it’s totally worth it; this tastes amazing, Mom,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes as she mixed together the pumpkin pie filling.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

I shrugged. “Well, I tried.” Digging a spoon out of the drawer, I dipped it into the bowl and then held the spoonful of dough out to Bucky. “You have to try this, Buck, it’s so good.”

“(Y/N)!” my mom hissed. “It’s bad enough if you make yourself sick, but I’m not going to let you make our guest sick as well.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Bucky said, eyes sparkling as he took the spoon from me. “One good thing about being superhuman is that I don’t get sick.” He stuck the spoon in his mouth and his lips curved into a grin. “That’s gotta be the best damn cookie dough I’ve ever tasted.”

“See?” I exclaimed. “I told you so.”

My mom muttered something about the two of us being “peas in a pod,” and Bucky and I laughed as we began to spoon the dough onto a cookie sheet. In the past twelve hours Bucky had relaxed considerably, bonding over hockey with my dad and brother, helping my sister wrap the gifts she got me so I wouldn’t see what they were, and helping my mom with the Christmas baking. It warmed my heart to see him fitting in with my family, and reinforced my belief that inviting him to come home with me had been the right decision.

After an afternoon baking and an evening of Christmas movies – specifically Elf, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and Christmas Vacation – everyone agreed that we were going to retire early for the night. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and as I had already warned Bucky, the next two days were going to be very busy and there wouldn’t be much time for rest.

Sometime in the middle of the night, though, I woke with my throat parched and cursed to myself when a glance at the nightstand told me I had forgotten to bring up a glass of water with me when I’d gone to bed. My body had grown used to the self-adjusting climatizer at the compound, and so the dry air caused by the wood furnace in the basement had my throat aching.

With a sigh, I pushed off my blankets and slid out of bed, making my way down the creaky old staircase as quietly as possible so as to not wake up anyone else in the house.

In the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water, and the cold liquid instantly soothed my parched throat as I swallowed. The clock on the stove said 2:19; I should have been in bed, but I was awake now and instead chose to sit in the living room in the comforting lights of the tree and the fireplace until I felt tired again.

I was surprised to find that Bucky was already doing just that. He glanced up as I walked in, and although he looked sheepish at having been caught, he didn’t look surprised to see me; his supersoldier hearing would have alerted him I was awake as soon as I’d stepped out of bed.

“Bucky,” I breathed. “I came down to get some water; I didn’t expect anyone else to be up right now.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied with a half-shrug, and I frowned. I came over to sit on the opposite end of the couch, tucking my legs underneath me and nursing my glass of water. I bit my lip.

“Nightmares?” I asked hesitantly, and he gave me a sad smile and shook his head.

“Not this time.” He paused before continuing, his gaze drifting to the fireplace. A cozy little fire was burning brightly, making me wonder how long he had been awake – The fire should have been dying embers by now. “I’ve just…got a lot on my mind,” he finally said, eyes still fixed on the flickering flames. I shifted, fingers twitching to reach out to him but deciding against it.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

I watched Bucky’s jaw tighten, and then he reached up his flesh hand to run it through his hair before meeting my eyes with what almost seemed like embarrassment.

“Your family has been so kind,” he started, “and I am incredibly grateful that you asked me to come and spend Christmas here. But…” He trailed off, his eyes dropping to his lap. “Being around your family and seeing how happy you all are and how much you love each other…I can’t help but miss my own family.”

I had never once in the time I’ve known Bucky hear him speak about his family. He would talk about his early days with Steve, but had never mentioned his parents or siblings, at least not around me. I knew his parents’ names were George and Winnifred, and that he had two sisters named Rebecca and Alice and two brothers named Thomas and David, but only because Steve had told me about them once.

And seeing the look on Bucky’s face, and hearing the waver in his voice, I now knew why he hadn’t ever spoken of them before. It hurt him to speak of them, even all these decades later. His eyes were dry, but the pain and sadness they held was enough to have a lump forming in the back of my own throat.

“Christmas was always a big deal to us,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We didn’t have a lot of money – It was especially hard in the thirties, during the Depression. But Ma and Pa always made it special for us anyway. We’d get a tree and decorate it with homemade ornaments, and on Christmas Eve every year Pa would read us A Christmas Carol; it was tradition. Then we’d wake up Christmas morning and open presents – Ma made us each a new sweater every year – and we’d always get an orange and some chocolate in our stockings, every year.” Bucky grinned ruefully. “It seems silly now ‘cause we eat oranges and chocolate all year ‘round, but back when money was scarce finding those things in your stocking was like finding gold.”

Bucky was wrapped up in his nostalgia, but his eyes were still sad. I gave him a small smile. “It sounds nice,” I murmured, and he nodded.

“It was. We may not have had a lot of money, but we had each other.” His eyes fell back to his lap. “Our last real Christmas was in 1940. Christmas in ’41 was a write-off because the U.S. had just joined the war, and I know it broke my ma’s heart when I enlisted but she understood why I did it.”

“So…1940 was the last time you celebrated Christmas?” My eyes were wide as I regarded Bucky.

“Guess so,” he chuckled humourlessly. “No one really felt like celebrating in ’41, and it’s hard to celebrate when you’re deep in enemy territory during a world war. After that I spent the next seventy Christmases in cryo, one in Bucharest by myself when I was a war criminal, one in cryo in Wakanda, another in Wakanda that I didn’t bother celebrating, and then after the snap, well…” He trailed off and shrugged. “This is the first Christmas since 1940 that I really have the chance to properly celebrate.”

It broke my heart that so many of Bucky’s Christmases were taken from him. He’d been through more in his lifetime than likely anyone else on this planet, and yet he managed to stay so strong. Even now, as sad as he was, his eyes remained dry. His jaw was still tight, though, and I bit my lip before setting my glass of water on the coffee table and reaching out a rest a hand on his arm.

“If I could give you even one more Christmas with your family, Buck, I would,” I murmured softly. Hell, I would give him anything right now if it would take away his sadness. “What I can give you, though,” I continued, “is a Christmas with a family that will do their best to make you feel like you’re one of their own.” I gave him a small smile. “My family adores you, Buck; I know you miss your family and no one will ever replace them, but you can have more than one family. You of course have the team, but you also have my family, and…and me, if you need it.”

The atmosphere in the room had changed; sadness no longer lingered in the air, replaced with something unfamiliar that felt charged with electricity. I was suddenly very aware of how hot Bucky’s skin was under my hand, and in the light of the fireplace and the Christmas lights his sharp cheekbones and strong jawline were even more prominent. I tried to divert my gaze, my cheeks hot, but Bucky had my eyes locked in his.

“(Y/N)…” he murmured, and my heart started to race.

“Yes?” I squeaked.

“I…” He swallowed hard, and then shook his head, a small smile curving his lips. “Thank you. For all of this. You have no idea how much it means to me to be here.”

The electric feeling in the air disappeared and I could focus again. I smiled and squeezed his arm before retracting my hand. “I’m glad you’re here,” I told him, and his face softened.

“Sit with me for a bit?” he asked. “That is, if you aren’t too tired –”

“I’d love to,” I assured him, and Bucky’s smile was dazzling. I may not be able to give him a Christmas with his family, but I would be damned sure to do everything I could to give him the best Christmas possible.

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Walker 1.11

That. Was. So. Good! I loved everything about this, except Geri breaking Hoyt’s heart but we’ll get to that in a minute.

Let me tell y’all when Jared tweets that a Walker episode is gonna be big he has yet to lie about it, he tweeted it about episode 9 and that was excellent, he tweeted it about this one and this was amazing. Sidenote: Whenever he can Jared live tweets Walker! So, if you’re watching this show live check out his twitter, send him love and let him know how much you’re enjoying the show. And even if you’re not watching live do that anyways ❤

On to the episode!

Hoyt is out of prison and everyone is thrilled...except for Walker who is probably wishing the ground would swallow him up because if y’all remember he and Geri kissed. In show time a month has passed, and I think it’s the same in real time because this show did go on break after that episode but I’m not gonna bother to check, point is a month has passed since the kiss and they have yet to talk about it; Hoyt is a free man, and the Walker fam and friends are throwing him a Welcome Home party at the Side Step. How delightfully awkward!

Hoyt is happy as a clam about being free and having his girl and his best friend by his side but also suspicious because Geri is acting weird. Geri is a mess of confusion over her emotions and feelings. And Walker wants to talk to Geri about what happened while also desperately hoping Hoyt does not find out that while he was in prison his longtime best friend who’s like a brother to him made out with the love of his life. And they have kept it a secret for a month.

Luck was temporarily on Walker’s side because just when Geri has had enough and she’s ready to spill to Hoyt what happened, the man gives a speech in which he not for the first time publicly and loudly professes his love for Geri and right after Walker and Micki get alerted that the prison bus who was transporting Trevor’s dad, Clint, and Jaxon was intercepted and the prisoners escaped! Which is a bigger problem for Cordell than what he has realized cause he still doesn’t know that Clint not only knows who he really is but knows he’s not dead. For anyone who’s confused Clint was the leader of the Rodeo Kings, the gang Walker ran with when he was undercover as Duke, and Jaxon was another one of the members.

So, Walker and Micki are on the case and first they go to a bank where Clint had a safety deposit box but that man sneaked in and out without them noticing and now the game is on cause he left a little message for “Duke” inside the box about keeping the circle small and the lies honest or something like that along with a bandana. Since things at the bank did not pay off they head off to prison to visit someone I did not think we would see again: Twyla Jean. Y’all will remember her from episode 5, she was Duke’s ex. Now when we first met this girl I did not much care for her but in this episode I not only liked her, I felt bad for her and I hope Walker keeps his word (cause he told her he’d visit her) and we get to see her again.

Twyla Jean was left out of the escape plan so she doesn’t know about what the other two are planning, but she does remember and tells Walker about a cabin that Clint used to take his kid to; which is when Micki walks in, while Walker was talking with Twyla she got her hands on Clint’s visitor logs and shocker they reveal Trevor had been visiting Clint. Welcome to the party Walker, it took you a while to figure that one out.

Twyla’s information about the cabin is invaluable because that is Trevor and Stella’s location.

While all of that was going on, Trevor took Stella to the mentioned cabin where his parents used to take him as a kid because there’s money hidden in there, it’s a safe place, and they turned off their phones so they have zero idea that Clint and Jaxon are on the loose. Reasons for them being in the cabin in the first place is that they’re young, stupid, think they’re in love, and for those reasons had decided to run away together in the last episode. Trevor is ready to hightail it out of Texas with the help of his father’s I’m 99% positive was illegally obtained money, but Stella thought they were just taking a break from their parents which leads to a fight between them but they work it out, and...Trevor is a dumb bitch who burns the money, along with the fake passports, but who cares about the passports the money 😩

Unsurprisingly Clint and Jaxon find the kids but Trevor was able to help Stella out the window and for once this girl was smart cause when he told her to run she ran! Jaxon chases her down but thankfully for her Walker had arrived, sadly for Walker she panicked and accidentally shot him. Not mortally, but enough to leave him with only one arm for fighting which did not prevent him in any way, shape, or form from kicking Jaxon’s ass! Which was hot af! YES CORDELL! YOU GO BABY 🔥

And Micki also got to kick a little ass, yas girl! 😍

If you’ve read some of my previous opinion posts about this show you know I’m not exactly a fan of Stella but in this episode I love her, at one point I even wanna give her a hug because this poor child has yet to learn love is not enough to save people; this, running away with her wannabe bad boy boyfriend, scaring the crap out of her dad in the process and her only reason being some equivalent of ‘but daddy, i love him’, is the kind of realistic dumb teenage shit I’ve been wanting to see from her.

So, in this episode I love her, I also loved her brother because in the few scenes he had he was giving his dad some attitude, it’s one of the few times I’ve seen that kid have a personality writers please let him keep it.

Keeping in theme of this episode making me care about characters I hadn’t before: Trevor. Stella may have gotten away but Trevor got grabbed by his dad! And while before I hadn’t cared much for him, now I’m worried for his safety and want his dad to give him back.

The next morning, in Geri’s house, Hoyt is setting up a heart made out of all the plastic rings he has given Geri over the years. He is going to do a proper proposal this time, he even has ring which he got from Abeline who was engaged when she met Bonham- WHAT????? Was that info given before and I just forgot? Mama Walker is just full of surprises...anyways Hoyt’s proposal is actually really sweet and up until this moment I didn’t realize how much I cared about this character; I was screaming at my screen for Geri to say yes and not break his heart but she did anyways 😭 First she blurted out that she and Cordell had kissed, which Hoyt was willing to forgive, and then when he told her he forgave her she still said no cause she’s all a mess. My heart broke for this poor man, listen Hoyt Rowlins has many flaws but that man has been loyal to Geri for years, and I know okay I know that ultimately she did the right thing because if she’s not sure about marrying him it’s better to tell him than say yes and string him along but I’m still on Hoyt’s side on this. Besides, she technically strung him along anyways cause she kissed Cordell a month ago! And I don’t know how intentional this was of the writers but it comes across like Geri has had feelings for Cordell for a while, and like maybe she wasn’t as in love with Hoyt as he was in love with her. Hoyt deserves better.

Honestly, this made me dislike her, and I officially don’t like the idea of her and Walker being romantically involved; I hope they don’t end up dating or if they do that it lasts just a short while with them realizing that they’re just looking for comfort in someone familiar because otherwise it’d be a relationship that came at the price of breaking and/or damaging a years long friendship, and Hoyt is not a bad friend and those two do not make a good enough couple to make that okay.

And then it all ends in cliffhanger: Walker arrives home with Stella, Hoyt is already there waiting to kick his ass, Clint and Trevor may not be far behind we don’t know cause the last we see is Clint driving down a road.

And that was episode 11! It was amazing; the writers did magic with this one cause characters I haven’t cared much for or at all suddenly I’m invested. This was truly one of the best episodes, and this post is coming a little later than usual so if you haven’t seen this epi yet this show is available for free streaming on the CW website and the app- and if it doesn’t let you stream because you’re outside the US get a VPN 😉

#or watch it for free through other avenues that also works ;)#walker 1.11 #walker #walker spoilers #i started writing this on thursday but life #mine #opinion on walker

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@starklysteve me?? spamming you w recs because i love talking about my ships?? more likely than you think :)) (here’s some rhodeytony to get you started on what is objectively the best tony ship)

i place your hands around my neck: @fanfictiongreenirises

"Rhodey could practically feel his lungs getting heavier again, weighed down by roots of plants that he’d thought would never take hold in him again."

Or: the one where Rhodey's been pining over Tony for much longer than either of them realised and develops the Hanahaki disease

Pretend We’re In Love (The Heartache Still Hurts): @marvelingjules

Rhodey's dad is dying, and what he's always wanted is for Rhodey to be happily married. Tony and Rhodey were best friends, and haven't spoken in years. But after a chance meeting at the airport, and a desperate, insane idea on Rhodey's part, they end up pretending to be engaged.

But how much of it is really pretend?

i can’t seem to get a grip, no matter how i live with it: @psikeval

Tony knows he's got no business being a father.

A Million Shades of Blue: @notfknapplicable

“I just know that if I could get to wherever he is, I could find him. Dead or alive, I'd bring him back to us.”

James Rhodes will never stop searching for Tony Stark.

Twenty Five Years: @notfknapplicable (part of a series)

Nobody knows how long this has actually been going on. (Tony Stark has pretty much been in a monogamous relationship since he was 18 years old.)

Leave The Light On: @notfknapplicable (part of a series)

He was never doing this for fun. He'd just wanted to stay awake. And whatever you do, please don't tell that guy he's been fucking. He kinda likes him.

coloured in sun: @heleus

The one in which Anthony Edward Stark, having just reached the warm age of seventeen, realizes that he's in love with his best friend.

(The idea is terrifying.)

the planets that bend us: @deathsweetqueen

When Antonia Margaret Stark wakes up on her sixth birthday, it’s to the words: I didn’t get any sleep last night after that fucking lawn mower decided that 7 in the morning would be a perfect time for him to start his day, right outside my room.

She runs a thumb over the long string of words, wrapping around her wrist like a thick leather band.

She smiles.

She’s fourteen when she meets James Rupert Rhodes for the first time.

Written for the "more than a partner" square (S3) for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019 and the "soulmate" square for the Iron Husbands Bingo 2019

we rattle together in a bed of honey: @deathsweetqueen

Toni first met James Rhodes in Cellular Neurophysiology and Computing, when she was fourteen and trying very hard to stay in the shadows. She stumbles into the classroom, clutching her books and binders and pencil case close to her chest, as she stares at everything, wide-eyed and hungry and terrified. She seizes on the contempt, the confusion, the incredulity of the other freshman who look at her like she’s an incongruity – she’s used to that look, all that hate and derision.

She eats it up like chocolate cake.

Much to her luck, all the seats are filled, all except for one towards the middle of the row, a table shared only by a tall, handsome black boy, sleeping on top of the counter.

a winding road that stretches to the truth: @/coulddaughter (this author ostensibly has a tumblr but im unable to locate it -- so if anyone knows what their tumblr is please let me know so i can tag them!)

“Why do you need a date? Also, no offence, but why did you come to me? I stole, like, four of your girlfriends and at least two boyfriends, remember.”

“I do remember that, Tony,” said Jim, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, I need you to come on a date with me.”

Love in the Eyes: @child-of-sunshine

The moment each of the Avengers realized Tony and Rhodey were in love.

The Curious Case Of The Discarded Condom: @/AssvengersArsemble

Natasha, Clint and Steve get just a little nosy about Tony's love life. Tony finds it extremely amusing they can't see what's right under their noses.

takes a lot of love and compliance: @gyzym

She's born breech, feet kicking out before the rest of her screams free; she's born breech, and never stops running. (Rule 63!Tony)

Targeted Persuasion: @galwednesday

Jim opened Tony's most formal closet and started pulling out tuxedos. "Put one of these on.”

"Why?"

"We're getting married."

Tony froze. "No, we're not."

"Oh yes we are." Jim tossed three tuxedos onto the bed. Three was a good number of options, enough for Tony to make a choice, but not so many that he'd get lost analyzing the ramifications of navy pinstripes vs. charcoal paisley. Tony did best with clear, specific expectations rather than an unlimited universe of possibilities that he would inevitably filter through his neuroses and obsess over, and Jim was really kicking himself for not considering that, oh, ten years ago when they’d first started this, but there was no point in beating himself up about it now when he could put that energy towards solving the problem instead. "You brought this on yourself, Tones. Pick a damn tux."

Five thousand roses: @/forestgreen

She is broken and all the more dangerous for it. The world should tread carefully around the shards of her former self lest they cut themselves on Antonia Stark's sharp edges.

A Guide to Handling the Unhandleable Tony Stark: @/nightrider101 (this is ab a/b/o verse)

Written for the following prompt on the Avengers Kink meme: The rest of the Avengers assume Tony is an unbound Omega by the way he acts. He's reckless and carefree and does what he wants. Imagine their surprise when they find out that Rhodey is Tony's Alpha. They're all confused at the way Rhodey lets Tony act and how they can be away from each other for long periods of time and Rhodey's just like 'He didn't want to give up his career and I didn't want to give up mine. And I gave up trying to tell Tony what to do years ago.'

It’s Not Bacon Until It Ceases To Be Bacon: @sobebold

Tony has lived with his best friend Rhodey for fifteen years, and everything is perfect.

Until Rhodey finally gets a boyfriend, and Tony's world gets turned upside down.

by any name: @machi-kun

Tony calls him ‘mine’, sometimes.

And he also calls him platypus, honeybear, sugarplum, all those stupid nicknames; but James’ favorite will always be ‘mine’.

Tutor Me: @wisiaden

Tony really wants James Rhodes to be his math tutor. The guy was hot, and if he had to play dumb, well, he can say he hates math.

run and hide: @/starksrhodey

Tony may or may not have a crush on football captain James Rhodes.

Or, Tony is extremely insecure, Pepper knows best, Steve likes to bake, Bucky loves red heads, and Rhodey keeps trying to talk to Tony.

This Is The Real Life: @blancheludis

It takes doing the laundry for Tony to realize he is completely, irrevocably in love with Rhodey. Who knew that the way to Tony Stark's heart is to teach him how to wash his clothes.

Anything For You Darling: @areiton

Tony is sitting on the balcony of his palace in Malibu, and Rhodey hates it, more than he's ever hated anything, watching his best friend stare at the water, limmed by the sun and utterly alone.

"She's dead," Tony says, before Rhodey can ask and he feels his breath catch, his heart stumble.

There's--

Grief. For pretty, troubled Maya with her big eyes.

Heartbreak. For a sweet infant who will never know the mother who gave him up, whose life will never be exposed, now.

Relief. Because Harley is safe. Safe. Gods, he's safe.

Rhodey helps Tony raise his son.

it goes like this (just like heroin): @quandongcrumble

He’s twenty-six and you’re twenty-eight and you get a midnight phone call from Obadiah and between the two of you, you manage to beg and bully until you can fly back to the States and sit beside the white hospital bed while they say words like heroin and accidental overdose and that Tony should pull through but Tiberius might not wake up.

It goes like this—for almost sixteen years Tony’s addiction problems are a blight on Rhodey’s relationship with him. Friendships crack and trust is shattered, over and over again.

motor oil and coconut oil: @/halfasgoodasanything

James loves his best friend. He's entirely supportive of his friendship and his almost relationship with Steve Rogers. He is! He is. Carol and Pepper seem to think otherwise, but he's cool. Loving Tony doesn't mean no one else can. Even if he wanted to.

lost and found: @starkslovemail

“Are you lost?”

Tony jumped at the voice cutting into his thoughts. Turning around, he saw another teen, maybe a year or two older than him, decked out in Team USA gear. He shook his head, flashing what he hoped was a disarming smile, “Nope.”

“Are you sure about that?” The athlete raised a disbelieving brow as he stared down at Tony. “You’ve been walking up and down this hallway for the past ten minutes, and the least embarrassing reason why is being lost.”

The blunt honesty startled a laugh out of Tony. He grinned cheekily, rocking back on his heels, “Guess I’m lost then.”

Written for the RhodeyTony Mini-Bang! Art can be seen on twitter here!

two boy geniuses walk into one frat house: @starkslovemail (part of a series)

There were too many white people at this damn party.

The Other 'Mr Stark': Iron Man’s Mysterious Paramour: @presidentrhodes

Clint leans over to Tony and whispers. “For the record, I know you’re lying. You’re describing the perfect man and he doesn’t exist. You might as well say you’re dating Superman because at least Christopher Reeve was a looker.“(Based on this prompt: Tony keeps telling the avengers how awesome his husband is but they don't believe he exists because it has been months and they still haven't met him yet and then finally, Rhodey comes home.)

#adi's rec list #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #james rhodes/tony stark #james rhodes x tony stark #this got long 😳#but all of these fics are so worth it #twenty seven recs #I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM RHAE

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The Meeting

(This will be a series, telling the story of Y/N and Bucky Barnes. )

Word Count: 1469

You woke from your glorious slumber to your dad’s voice booming through the speakers in the compound. “I need everyone down to the common room, that means you too Y/N. You have 10 mins.” You groaned and sat up, wiping the sleep from your eyes, pondering why the universe had decided you were the poor soul, doomed to be Tony Stark’s child. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a wonderful father but sometimes he can be a bit much. And today was one of those days. Willing yourself out of bed, you throw on some shorts and a hoodie, opting to put on your sneakers, because if you were going to be up this early, you might as well get some training in too.

It wasn’t long until everyone began to file into the common room. “This better be good man, you interrupted my beauty sleep.” Sam huffed at Tony. “Ah come on Sam, if you get anymore beauty sleep, you’re gonna put us girls to shame.” Sam threw his head back letting out a thunderous laugh. “Well, that was my plan all along.” He joked back to you, earning him a playful punch to the shoulder. “Alright, now that you all finally made it down here, we have some things to discuss. We have ourselves a new Avenger.” You could hear a pin drop in the room, shocked looks covering everyone’s faces. “A new Avenger? Who is it?” you pressed. Tony only smirking as he motioned to the elevator, as it dinged signaling someone had arrived at the floor. Everyone waited somewhat patiently for the doors to open, when they did, they revealed Steve and not far behind him was Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier.

“No, no! You can’t expect us to put up with Robocop living here can you? I mean, he’s annoying, he has an obvious staring problem, and have we forgotten how he tried to kill us?�� Sam ranted.

“Sam, Buck is healing, he spent time in Wakanda and he’s not The Winter Soldier anymore. This will be good for him; it will be good for all of us.” You found yourself only half listening to the ongoing conversation, as your eyes found an entrancing pair of cerulean ones. Bucky looked at you, giving you a sideways smirk that sent a wave of warmth to your cheeks. “Y/N are you even listening to me?” your fathers voice broke you from Bucky’s gaze. “Huh? Sorry I spaced out a little bit, I haven’t had my coffee this morning.” Tony shook his head at you. “I said you will show Bucky to his room, he is on the floor with you and Sam,” You glanced back over at Bucky. “Come on, I’ll show you around.” The two of you entered the elevator as Sam was ranting again, this time about having to share a floor with the super soldier.

“So, this is our floor, we have our own kitchen and living room, Sam and I like to have game nights and movie nights once a week. You’re more than welcome to join us!” You told him as you walked him around the space. You motioned for him to follow you, leading him down the dimly lit hallway. “This is where our rooms are, Sam’s room is the one on your left, and mine is right across from him. You are down here.” You led him towards the end of the hallway. “So, your room is next door?” you grinned at him and looked down at the floor. “Yep!” he looked down, with an unreadable expression written all over his face. “I hope you’re a deep sleeper. I still get nightmares sometimes, despite everything they helped me with in Wakanda.” You gave him a concerned look and placed your hand on his shoulder. “I don’t mind, I have them myself. If you ever need someone to talk too or help you calm down from one, my door is always open, Buck.” He smiled shyly at you as he mumbled a soft ‘thank you’. “I guess I should let you get acquainted with your new room! If you need anything, I’ll be in the gym. You turned on your heel making your way to the elevator, not before turning back towards Bucky. “Oh, and Buck.” He looks up at you quickly.

“Gyms’ on the 4th floor” you give him a small smile

“I’ll see you there in a few, doll.” As soon as the word left his mouth his eyes grew wide. “Sorry I- “

“It’s okay, I kinda like it to be honest. It’s a lot better than some of the names dad and Sam call me.” He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and smiled.

_*_later that week_*_

“Y/N come on! We’re waiting!” Wanda calls. “Just give me a second I’m gonna see if Bucky wants to join us, some bonding time with all of us would be good for him.”

“Mhmm sure y/n that’s the reason you want him to come, to bond with us.” Clint quipped as he smirked at Nat.

“Assume all you want guys; I just want him to be able to feel comfortable living here. He’s been through so much already; I think he deserves a calm living environment.”

Your knuckles rap on the door to Bucky’s bedroom. After a few seconds, the door swings open revealing Bucky, fresh out of the shower, long chestnut brown hair still dropping beads of water down is toned chest, wearing only a pair of dark grey sweats that are slung low on his hips. You absentmindedly bit your lip while eyeing the former assassin, drawing a grin from him. “Hey doll, what’s up, something wrong?”

“Uh, no nothing’s wrong. I- uh I just wanted to see if you wanted to come down to movie night. We are all meeting up in the common room.” You avert your gaze down to the floor waiting for his response.

“Sure, that sounds like it could be fun. Just let me grab a shirt.”

As you and Bucky walk into the common room, you get teasing glances from Nat and Wanda, as well as an eyeroll from Sam.

“So, what are we watching?” you ask as you sit on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.

“The Grudge” Sam replies happily

“You guys can’t be serious; you all know how bad that movie scares me!” you scoffed.

“Which is exactly why Wanda and I picked it.” Nat quipped back at you with a smug grin on her face, which always meant she was up to no good.

As everyone took their seats Bucky strolls out of the kitchen, snacks in hand searching for a place to sit. Nat and Clint have taken over the couch, Peter sitting comfortably in the bean bag chair, Wanda and Vision on the love seat and Sam and Steve in their respective recliners. He walks over to the corner where you are sat. “Mind if I squeeze in here with you?” You give him a small nod and a smile. “Sure, given the movie that my so-called friends picked out I’m going to need a human shield, so as long as you don’t mind that.”

He lets out a laugh that sounds as smooth as honey. “I don’t mind protecting you from scary monsters’ doll.” Nat’s head whips in the direction of the two of you at the nickname, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking once again.

As the movie went on, Bucky put his arm around you, pulling you into him slightly.

A rather tense scene turns into a jump scare that causes you to let out a small squeak, tucking your head into Bucky’s shoulder. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, placing a soft hand on your head. “Its okay, the scary part is over now.”

“Are you sure” you reply peaking over at the TV. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

After the movie ends and everyone makes their way to their rooms, Steve finds Bucky in the kitchen making himself a drink. “Hey Buck, how are things going?”

“Pretty good actually, way better than I expected.” He stated confidently. “I see you and Y/N have gotten pretty close.” He smiled hearing her name. He’d only known Y/N for a short time, but it was easy to open up to her. She radiated this calming energy, that was unlike anyone he’d ever met. She’d never flinched when he’d brushed her with his metal arm, she never acted like she needed to walk on eggshells around him like everyone else did. She treated him as though he was just a normal guy with a normal past. Could it become something more? He didn’t know the answer to that, just yet. But for now, he’d settle for her friendship.

**If this is terrible I'm so so sorry.. Just tell me if its absolute crap. I've never posted fanfiction except on TikTok. So to say I'm extremely nervous is an understatement. Thank you for taking the time to read this😘

#marvel #bucky barnes #the winter solider fanfiction #bucky barns x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #fanfic #newbie #bucky x y/n #marvel fanfic series #oneshot #fluff oneshot #new writers on tumblr #im sorry if this is bad #tfatws

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years

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Goth Boss

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warning: fluff, language, angst

summary: Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret.( could bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

It was dinner time and everyone was sitting at the table eating peacefully and having conversations. Everyone expect Clint who was just staring at Tony intensely. Tony tried to ignore him but it was really hard to ignore the eyes burning two holes in his head.

“Alright, what is it? what do you want?” Tony said dropping his fork and glaring back at Clint.

“Remember, when you met my family and you were kind of upset and made a lot of jabs at me hiding my family. That was all very hypocritical seeing as you have a teenage daughter you’ve been hiding”

Now that got an uproar out of the entire table. Tony tried to get up and leave but everyone pulled him back into his chair. They bombarded him with non-stop questions from every end of the table to the point he couldn’t even get in to answer.

“Can we meet her?” Peter asked everyone quiet down and waited for Tony to say yes he never denied Peter anything he was like his own son.

“Listen, kid, I don’t think-”

“Yes. I went through your phone and called her up it took some convincing but she’ll be here Friday afternoon.” Clint smiled slightly.

“So did what now,” Tony said standing up.

Clint knew what he was doing. He picked up on Tony and his daughter’s strain relationship as soon as he picked up on the phone, which by the way took a dozen calls before she actually picked up. He wanted to know why the relationship was so strained and too meet Tony’s mini-me so he convinced her to come over tomorrow after school. Of course, he told a small fib about Tony being hurt a bit to actually get her to agree to come along. He was curious about their relationship. She was his only daughter yet they wanted nothing to do with each other.

“She should be here on Friday after school.” Tony was up and out the door before Clint even finished talking. This was going to be very interesting.

Tony had just emerged from the elevator after being ghost all week and went straight to the bar. After dinner, he had barricaded himself in his lab and this was the first time anyone had seen him since. There was a ding signaling the elevator and Steve jumped up prepared to greet their guest.

“Hello, my name is -Woah,” Steve said taking several steps back and retracting his hand. In front of him was a teenage girl covered in all black. In black boots, a short black dress, black tights, a black leather jacket, black lace fingerless gloves, a black beanie on her head, dark makeup eye shadow, eyeliner, black lipstick, all top off with a single ring piercing hooked in the middle of her bottom lip. And Next to the goddess of darkness stood their happy sunshine, Peter. He waved.

“Hello Woah, (L/n), (y/n) (l/n)” she said with a blank expression

Bucky stepped up “This is actually Steve, Steve Rogers. And I am Bucky Barnes” He stepped forward offering his hand she looked at him for a moment before actually taking his hand extremely slow.

“I’m Natasha, this Clint -”

“The guy who called me”

“Right. And everyone else. Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bruce, Rhodey, and Thor. We’ve heard-”

“absolutely nothing about me”

“Yeah pretty much didn’t even know you existed until about three days ago. Why don’t you fill us in.”

“He’s not dead or dying” she pointed to Tony who was leaning on the bar with his back towards her drink his whiskey” so I’m leaving”.

And with that, she was out the door and no one stopped her.

“Well that was rude she didn’t even tell us her name.” Natasha scoffed.

“Yeah, I don’t know what that was,” Peter said looking at where she had disappeared to. “ Her name is (Y/n) (L/n) and she’s usually really nice. I mean she’s this sweetest person I’ve ever met. She helps me with my homework, class projects, assessments, We study together... She likes reading, poetry, and books Edgar Allen Poe, Bram Stroke, H. G. Wells, Mary Shelley, and Shirley Jackson. I didn’t even know who those people were until I meet her... She’s an artist too painting and taking pictures. You should see her work it’s truly beautiful, stunning the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen I promise.

(Y/n) (L/n) is the kindest, sweetest, caring ...the most beautiful person I’ve ever met” Peter seemed to go into some kind of daze as he spoke about the girl. He just stared off into space as he rambled on and on about the girl a goofy smile plastered across his face. In every other sentence, he mentioned her beauty and by then everyone figured out that Peter had a hardcore crush on the girl.

“Peter’s got a girlfriend ” Sam teased

“What?! oh no she...” Peter sat on the steps clenching his backpack strap “ She’s gorgeous, she’s a queen, a goddess. and I’m PeTeR pArKer” his voice cracked as he said his own name that got a laugh out of a few people. Tony rolled his eyes.

“Not everyone is what they seem, Kid”

“You don’t even know her,” Peter said standing up the room fell silent Peter never ever raised his voice or spoke against Tony. This was indeed a surprise.

“I’m her father”

“What’s her favorite food, book, movie, tv-show?”

“I- pepperoni pizza, some dark poetry shit, I don’t fucking know”

“her favorite book is the entire Harry Potter series, she doesn’t have a favorite move because she hasn’t seen every movie, her favorite Tv show at the moment is The Boys, and she’s FUCKING PESCATARIAN SO SHE CAN’T EAT PEPPERONIS” and with that Peter took his leave and left the tower. Everyone was shocked.

“HEY” Peter screamed as he ran trying to catch up to (y/n) she slowed down to a stop allowing him to make it to her side.” I’m sorry I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark was your father.”

“No one did, Bug boy, that was the point.”

“B-bug boy, I don’t-”

“Yeah, I know your secret you’re shitty at hiding it.”

Peter shook. Truth be told they have never had a conversation outside of the classroom and all of those conversations were about class and the assessment or test they were handed. The only reason Peter knew so much about her is that he was a nasty habit of eavesdropping on her conversations with others. He didn’t even know if she knew the first name she only ever called him Parker.

And Honesty on (y/n)’s part she knew a lot about Peter. She only began to pay attention to him when she heard he was Tony’s intern. She wanted to make sure he was okay and taken care of. And while observing him she does one he was spider-man, I mean come on she saw his suit hanging out of his bag anyone with a pair of eyes could connect the dots pretty easily, and two Tony treated Peter than he had ever treated her. Knowing that alone severed any friendship or relationship between Peter and (y/n) before it could begin.

“I haven’t and won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you”

“But seriously you have to work on your lying skills. I figured it out in less than 10 minutes and that was only because I was taking a test and had to divide my attention.” Peter laughed as he took a seat next to her on the train.

“Can-Can I ask a question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to I mean it’s a personal question and I would get it if you didn’t want to hear it. I probably shouldn’t even ask it because it isn’t any of my business.-”

“Give me the god damn question Parker before I leave you on this train.”

“Why don’t you like you your dad?”

“I was conceived through a one night stand. My parents weren’t stranges they knew each other beforehand they were friends but after that night he didn’t want anything to do with her. It took him a while to find out about me as he wouldn’t pick up her calls... I’m not like him, I’m no science smart, I can’t build anything, I’m not social, I can’t charm a room, I can’t be a superhero.

I Like history, art, I’m anti-social, I avoid any and all social events, I trip over air, I’m not normal... I’m not you” And with that, she stood up Peter watched as she left the train he was to stun to get up and get off himself even if this was his stop.

She had been jealous of him.

After (y/n) meeting with the Avengers Peter became distant spending less time with the team and more time chasing (y/n) who was doing everything in her best abilities to ignore and avoid the boy. She even went far as to skip several classes or entire school days when he was just too much to handle. It’s not that she didn’t like the boy he just reminded her too much of Tony and it didn’t help that he constantly called the boy even in the middle of school, he was always worried about him.

He never showed that kind of worry for her.

“Hey (Y/n) are you busy this -” Peter tried to ask for the 20th time

“yes” and she replied with the same answer for the 20th time.

“Like what,” MJ asked she and Ned had Joined in on the whole corner and attack (y/n).

“If you must know I’m babysitting on Friday, Saturday volunteering at the orphanage, and then the senior center Sunday morning.”

“what? Why?” Ned asked as if (y/n) just said something crazy or grown two heads.

“I want to help people. I plan to grow up and get a career in nursing. I like children best but I’ll work with all people. I like making people feel better.”

“Peter You’re drooling” MJ pointed out to said boy as he looked at (y/n) in a daze with a goofy smile as she spoke. He didn’t even hear her point him out.

“Bye” (y/n) began to walk away, that Peter noticed.

“wait, Can I join you? Saturday and Sunday, please?”

“Okay”

“what?”

“Saturday and Sunday you can join me. I will message you the address and times. Don’t be late. I’ll wait.” and she walked off leaving Peter vibrating from pure excitement. And His friends watching the goof he was.

Peter was in the mirror as he straightens his shirt preparing for his date. was it really date? She had invited him to come along with her and help it wasn’t really a date. She didn’t say it was a date he was just assuming. He probably shouldn’t do that. It probably wasn't a date. He was probably just a tag-along friend.

Even if it wasn’t a date it was something. She was inviting him to spend time with her and that was something. It was an improvement.

“look at you, so handsome,” May said as she came in pinching her nephew's cheeks. He swapped her hands away best he could but with her aunt strength, it was impossible.

“Stop, you’re crushing me. Go away”

“You’ve got a date with a pretty girl”

“It’s not a date just going to the orphanage with her to volunteer. That’s all” May smirked as she just walked away. Her little man all grown up.

Peter pulled out his phone getting ready to text (y/n) and let her know that he was on his way but before that could happen his phone rang it was Tony. Tony never called.

“Sir? what’s wrong?”

“Suit up and swing over we’ve got a mission, kid”

“um...um okay. Okay” He could do this mission quickly and come back to his date hangout with (y/n). He’d just text her and let her know what was happening and why he would be late but before putting on his suit and swing to the tower.

“Alright, what’s up? Where’s the fire?” Peter asked as he landed on the platform. Everyone looked confused as to why the spider child was here but no one said anything just shrugged it off.

“Come on kid we got to get going.”

The mission was in Texa an enchanted person was there but they weren’t the only people looking for them, Hydra was too. A fight ensued but luckily they won taking down Hydra and saving the enchanted person which happened to be a little boy. The Boy was registered with the Avengers as an enchanted but due to his age,12, instead of joining them he was sent to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. The only unfortunate thing about this mission as it took so long. It took upwards of four hours to finish the mission and return home. It was 4:50pm when Peter finally made it to the Orphanage.

Peter cursed as he saw (y/n) exit the orphanage. He was more than late.

“(Y/N)” recognizing voice she didn’t even bother turning around instead walking faster “(y/n)” she was heading towards the subway. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear Peter webbed her hand as she touched the railing.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to catch up with you. Why are you running away from me?”

“Because I don’t want to see you”

“I’ sorry I didn’t show up today I had a mission-”

“So you didn’t ditch me”

“of course not. I messaged you explaining I had to go and didn’t know when I would be back and... It didn’t go through.” Peter opened his phone to his last message to her and saw that message with a red exclamation point. “ But I tried to see” Peter showed her the message.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s okay I guess. Saving someone is a good and acceptable excuse” and it was she spent most of the afternoon waiting for Peter’s arrived and was a bit devasted when he didn’t show up. She has a lot of trust issues and although he didn’t promise to show up she still felt duped for believing in him. Now it didn’t hurt so much knowing he at least tried. “ Could you cut me out, please”

“oh, yeah, sorry”

The two of them ended up taking a slow walk home and on the way, they stopped for ice cream and to a long way through the park. The whole way they talked (Y/n) talked about her mother Peter talked about his dorktastic aunt and friends. Peter was very surprised to discover that her apartment was a block away from his place. He ended up walking her to her door.

“I have one last question. You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to. I was just curious. If you don’t like Mr. Stark why did you come to see him?”

(Y/n) didn��t even hesitate to give him a straight answer “ I thought he was on his death bed I figured I would give him the courtesies than he gave me.”

“I don’t understand”

“I told you I’ve transferred from three schools. The first time it wasn’t my fault someone did something and I was blamed for it, The second time the schools' star quarterback aka the principles son touched and said something inappropriately to me no one believed me, and third time around I got jumped and was beat so bad they had to put me in a coma.

I use to live in Miami that’s where the quarterback thing happened. My mom wanted to move us away from that and she asked my dad if he could take me until she could transfer in her job, he said no He didn’t want my drama. So I had to spend the rest of the school year there, it was ...rough. Um I moved to New York the next year and at that school, I was bullied by a bunch of rich girls, mommy and daddy gave the school a lot of money so she could do what she wanted. She had ner friends Jumped me and while I went to the hospital and almost died... um when I was in my coma my mother called him and I heard everything he said and it wasn’t nice

“Listen Tony (Y/n) is in trouble-”

“again”

“wait please listen-” She tried to get a word in as she wiped her tears and try to explain the situation.

“No, no, I won’t I can’t, I don’t want to. Every time you call it’s because she’s done something wrong or gotten herself into some trouble. And I’m not bailing her out again.” Her tears were gone and she was filled with rage.

“blaming her out. YOU’VE NEVER BLAMED HER OUT OF ANYTHING. HELL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER FUCKING NAME YOU CONSTANTLY CALL HER KID.”

“Every time I see or hear from her there is some kind of problem. She has never brought good news. She is a problem child nothing less nothing more. I’m not taking the blame for her bull shit.”

“(Y/n) is a beautiful little girl with a heart of pure gold and innocence. The kindness little girl to ever walk this earth. She is not a problem child she the perfect child, my perfect child. There is nothing wrong with her. There never was and unfortunately, you’ll never know that.” He didn’t hear that last sentence as she whispered it and he wasn’t going to strain his ears to hear it.

“Tony, what happen you said you’d never be like him?”

“what- What are you talking about?”

“ You’re just like your father” hanging up she threw the phone across the room shattering it to pieces. She sat down and handled her dying daughter's hand.

“ I don’t mean to knock your hero off his pedestal. He’s not a good father at least not to me. I wonder how he’ll treat his future children will they be precious little angels or problems he wishes to hide them, like me... Did you like that answer?” Peter didn’t answer shrugging his shoulders and taking a step back.

“Maybe it’s because I look like this, dress like this or maybe it was because I’m not a boy. Who knows. I don’t. All I know is he doesn’t want anything to do with me never has and never will... Bye Peter Parker”

(y/n) slowly opened the door and slipped inside slowly closing it watching Peter the entire time until the door was closed.

“Where have you been, young lady? it is late the street lights have been on for hours.”

“walking” (Y/n) said in a bit of a daze as she sat down on the couch

“Walking?”

“with Peter Parker”

“Peter Parker? Oh, the boy you don’t like but talk about constantly”

“MOM”

After their late-night walk, Peter and (y/n) became close and good friends. They were constantly hanging out together before and after school. Aunt May met her and immediately liked the girl after hearing about her relationship with Tony Stark she decided she didn’t like the billionaire as much anymore no matter his treatment towards her nephew he was neglecting his own daughter. May had invited her over for dinner along with her mother and her mother had returned the generous act by inviting them over as well. The two little families were becoming close.

“You’re in a rush kid.”

“Yeah, I got somewhere to be” Peter answered vaguely. All the answers he gave Tony recently were vague.

“Where is this place you need to be? a date?” Natasha asked wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

“no, no, Aunt May and I are going to dinner with (y/n) and her mom”

“You’re still talking to her”

“Yeah, she’s my friend did you think I was going to stop hanging out with her just because she’s your daughter.”

“Her mom still bad-mouthing me?” Tony asked. He expected it they were bad-mouthing him as Tony had been distant recently or more like when (y/n) showed up.

“No Mr. Stark they haven’t been bad-mouthing you. Honestly, they don’t even talk about you they avoid any topic that will somehow lead to you.”

“Then why have you been distant lately?”

“Usually when I talk to you it’s about my day and I’m now spending my day with (y/n). I didn’t think you want to hear about that... plus she has deliberately asked me not to tell you anything about her” Peter said that last thing really quickly and tried to make his way to the elevator as an escape.

“What do you mean by that?” Bucky asks successfully making Peter stopped in his tracks the young boys sighs heavily before spinning around and facing Tony who was sitting at the bar. Peter had a look of guilt and dread as he spoke.

“You don’t want her or at least you act like you don’t. She believes if you don’t want her you don’t need to know anything about her.”Peter wasn’t looking up anymore so he didn’t see the look of anger and pain take over Tony’s face “ And honestly, she’s constantly on my mind so I don’t know how to talk to you without mentioning her so I simply stopped talking to you. She’s important to me I’m not going to lose her because I blabbed to you about something I shouldn’t have... I should go before I’m late for dinner.”

Tony poured himself a few more glasses of whiskey his eyes were burning and a headache began to form. The others cleared the room Bruce and Clint were the only ones left with Tony.

“Tony, why didn’t you tell us about your daughter?” Bruce asked in a gentle voice. He could tell Tony was on the way to getting drunk now was the best time to ask him.

“... I wasn’t ready to be a father I was still in my playboy phase I guess... She’s not normal she’s not like me or her mother I didn’t know what to do with her, I still don’t.”

“But she’s your daughter. I don’t completely understand my children their not exact copies of us they’re going to be different.” Clint said placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze“ I don’t understand how you could leave your daughter because she was different and I don’t believe that’s why you left her. So what’s the real problem?”

Tony looked up at bruce “ I was scared to be like my father and I was scared she’d be just like me. Best way to avoid that is to avoid her altogether. She won’t end up like me or who I use to be”

“Tony the best way to assure she’ll end up just like you is to treat her like your father treated you. Which is what you’re doing”

“I didn’t mean to” Tony looked like a small vulnerable child who had just discovered that he had done or been doing something really bad. He was nearly in tears. Bruce pulled him into a hug “ I just don’t know”.

“It’s alright, we’ll figure out. Let’s go rest for a while”

Bruce moved Tony off his seat and maneuvered him towards the elevator trying to walk him to his bedroom for a few hours sleep. He knew Tony would wake up and skip off to his lab sooner or later. Clint watched as Bruce lugged Tony away he wasn’t wasted he was just processing a lot and that apparently took his legs away.

Clint simply didn’t understand. He could never abandon his children they were his everything. He just couldn’t imagine his life without them he probably wouldn’t have a life if they weren’t in it. He was a very reckless man but the thought of his children always grounded him and brought him back.

This was just too much Clint was going to schedule some time away and with his family. It missed them. He’d be sure to hug his daughter when he saw her.

In the living room (y/n)’s mother and Peter’s Aunt were squealing over baby pictures while the two teens were in her bedroom trying to escape embarrassment.

“I didn’t even know my aunt brought my baby pictures” Peter groaned as he flopped on her bed

“My mom probably messaged her beforehand. She does stuff like that, she likes to embarrass me.”

“Yeah. But you know she’s right”

“About what?” (y/n) asked as she laid down next to Peter.

“You made a very cute baby” and that got him a pillow to the face he laughed as she pouted “ And even as you aged that cuteness hasn’t gone away” (Y/n) smiled giggling slightly.

“Do you realize what you just said?”

“Yes, I’ve been working up the courage to say it for the past 20 minutes.”

She giggled some more bopping his nose “Keep giving me compliments like that and you might get somewhere, Pretty Boy.”

“Ya think so?” He turned to her. They really close a few inches between them he could feel her breath on his lips and she could see the brown glow in his eyes.

“Yeah”

“Can I ask you something?” she nodded “ We’ve been having a lot of these dinners and they’re sort of like dates”

“with our aunt and mother but yes”

“So I’ve taken you on a lot of dates”

“I guess so, where is this going Peter?”

“W-would you be my girlfriend?” (y/n) laughed as Peter stuttered. He was just so cute. He blushed and tried to look away but she placed a hand on his cheek.

“Where did that courage go?”

“I-I think I ran out, sorry”

“Yes, Peter I’ll be your girlfriend. But under one condition. You take me out for ice cream.”

“Of course” Peter leaned forward kissing her she hummed into the kiss before pushing him away.

“Like right now.” Peter laughed.

“Mommy, I’m home. You will not believe the day I’ve had. Peter brought me flowers there was a spider in them. It’s gone now. Aren’t they... beautiful?” (Y/n) walked into the apartment she saw her mother standing arms cross glaring hard at someone in the living room. Looking around the corner she found Tony Stark standing stiff in the living room. He smiled as he saw her she cringed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you I’ve come to talk to you”

“I can kick him out if you want,” her mother said not even looking away from him.

“No, let's see what he wants first. Can you put these in a vase, please?”

“Of course love”

(Y/n) nods for him to follow her and she leads him to her room. Tony had to take a deep breath as he entered her bedroom because it was... dark. She had black curtains, black bedsheets, black bookshelves, and dark painting covered the walls. The bookshelves against the wall were filled and stuffed with books and there wasn’t any dust meaning she read them all regularly or dusted regularly, Tony was leaning towards the first one. In one corner of the room were canvas and paints and in another was a desk where her laptop was.

“I didn’t know you painted,” Tony said picking up one of her canvases it was truly beautiful.

“Yes, I sell them online. I’m sure you’re not here to talk about my painting, Are you Mr.Stark?” She called him by his surname he was a direct jab at him meant to hurt him and it did its job but he wasn’t going to let it show.

“Yes, actually. I want to know about your painting and your books, and school work. I’d like to know everything... I know I haven’t been good to you I’ve been an absolute dick and three is no excuse for it I was just being a dick. I just... I’d like to to start over.”

“I’m 16, I think it’s a little too late for that.”

“I guess I’m a bit late.”

“A bit late would have been when I was 5, Mr. Stark. Really late would have been when I was 10,... I’m 16... you never showed up.” Tony cleared his throat and put down her painting.

“I’d like to start over”

“From where? Half the book has been written already. I’m not going to start over for you when so many people have already been written in.” Tony sat on her bed as she sat on her window seal he sighed.

“I know I’m not the best I don’t deserve to be your father but I would like to be involved in your life in some way. Hell, I’ll be your bank if you want.”

“I don’t want your money... What made you change your mind?”

“I had a shitty father and I promised myself I would never be like him but look and behold I’m just like him. I just ... please give me another chance.”

“alright” (Y/N) said not even looking at him Tony jumped up

“Really?”

“Don’t mess up”

Tony smiled he looked around the room he was really happy he didn’t know what he was supposed to do with himself. He was just standing there like a fool. “ Should we-should we go do something together? Ice cream or dinner?”

“ No I have a study date with MJ in30 minutes and I’m having dinner with Peter later on tonight. If you really want to do something how about you go talk to my mom you hurt her more than you hurt me. I’m going to head out.”

“you right. Can I have this?” Tony picked up one of her paintings she just glared at him. He took that as a yes putting a hundred dollars on her desk and backing out of the room with the painting.

“Hello,” Tony said Awkwardly as he stood in the middle of the kitchen clenching on to (y/n) painting. (Y/n)’s mother was busy running around cooking her way of staying claim staying busy “ Um I’d like to talk to you”

“About?” She said angerly

“Everything”

“The goth Boss has arrived” (Y/n) said as Aunt May let her in she twirled showing off her new dress.

“oh, you look beautiful, sweetheart. Peter tell her she looks pretty” praised her and demanded her nephew do the same.

“She looks beautiful she always does”

“Smooth Parker. Real Smooth” (Y/n) said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder kissing his forehead.

“What are yo u doing here? I was about to go pick you up”

“Um... Mr. Stark is my house. He’s talking to my mom right now. He says he wants to change things he wants to be there now.”

“A bit late for that” May mumbled under her breath but the teens clearly heard it

“ I ... I think I’m going to give him a chance.”

“well, whatever happens, I’ll be there to support you through it”

“Thank you” And they kiss. And Aunt takes a picture of this kiss but they didn’t know that.

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Stealing Cinderella

Summary: You bring Bucky to meet your parents

Features: Fluff and lots of it; protective father

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes: I was listening to Brantley Gilbert’s ‘Bad Boy’ and Chuck Wicks’ ‘Stealing Cinderella’ which brought this about. I might write a second part

Companion to the ‘Operation Happily Ever After’ series which is Steve/Reader. Two different readers. I was working on the first fic in OHEA and realized they would be perfect companion pieces

Series: A Wedding for Winter

Word Count: 1595

It had been a long time since James Buchanan Barnes felt nervous about something so trivial. But, he supposed, it wasn’t all that trivial. The first big step in your relationship. Meeting your family. More specifically, your parents. It was only dinner with your parents. He tried to calm himself by reminding himself that technically he was older than your parents. It backfired, causing a new wave of panic at the realization that though he was somewhat close in age to you in nearly every sense, he had been born in 1917, long before either you or your parents or even your grandparents have been a thought. Most of the time between then and now, he was on and off the ice as Hydra required. He didn’t live those years. He survived them.

“James? Bucky? You ready?” your voice came, breaking through his train of thought. He looked at you and nodded. You had driven the pair of you to your parents’ home. You weren’t an Avenger. You were a civilian, one who he had fallen for, unexpectedly. It had started as a friendship. You were friends with Natasha, something about a yoga class. Bucky couldn’t imagine Natasha doing something so ordinary, so normal. It had thrown him when Natasha had brought you to the compound one day. You had had a day out with Natasha and Wanda, ending with watching romantic comedies on the couch in the shared common area and poking fun at the tropes.

He snapped out of his thoughts when the front door opened. He had barely registered getting out of the car and walking up to the house. A dog excitedly jumped on you as you laughed.

“Sweetheart, we’re so happy you could make it. This must be James,” your mother said, looking at Bucky. She was sizing him up. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it, because the next second she was asking if it was okay to hug him, catching him off guard.

“Please, call me Bucky,” he said as your mother pulled him into a hug. Your father was another story. Bucky was almost certain you’d had to threaten him into leaving a shotgun in a gun safe or something with the way he was looking at him.

“Nice to meet you, son,” your father said extending his hand. Bucky shook it, taking note of the strength. Yeah. Your dad was not a fan. Once you all entered the house, Bucky took note of the decorations. Photos sat on the entertainment center. One was clearly your high school graduation, you in your white cap and gown as you stood in front of the house, balloons with your high school colors on one side and the colors of your college on the other. Next to it, a photo from your college graduation, both your parents beside you.

“Oh my god, why do you have this picture up? Mom!” you exclaimed grabbing a photo off the shelf. Bucky caught a glimpse of it before you did. You were covered in mud, your hair a mess with a group that was in a similar state. What caught his eye most was that you had to have been around fourteen in the photo. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Rory Anderson’s thirteenth birthday. There was a water slide, except by the end of the afternoon, there was a giant mud puddle at the end. I swear everyone’s parents flipped out. Not mine though,” you said, laughing. He smiled at you. Your father sat quietly, appraising the scene.

A few minutes later, the four of you sat down for dinner. It was quiet until your mother broke the ice. It was going fine until your father asked about Bucky’s parents.

“Dad,” you said sharply.

“What? It’s a reasonable question,” your father said. You glared at him.

“You know what,” you said.

“It’s fine doll. Really. What would you like to know sir?” Bucky asked, maintaining eye contact with your father. You couldn’t decipher the look on either man’s face. It seemed like a challenge had been issued and neither wanted to lose. Bucky spoke about his mother, about his sister. He spoke about how he made an effort to see Rebecca as often as he could. She was nearing one hundred, and he was determined to make the most of the time he had left with her. You could see your father relaxing a bit as Bucky spoke.

“What’s it like being so close with Captain America?” your mother asked. You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. To you, the night had been a disaster.

“He’s still the same punk kid from Brooklyn I grew up with. He’s just less breakable now,” Bucky joked.

While you were helping your mother clean up after dinner, Bucky sat in the living room with your father. He had insisted on helping clean up, but your mother wouldn’t have it, insisting you and her needed to catch up.

“You love my daughter,” your father said. Bucky blinked before clearing his throat.

“We haven’t--,” he started to say before your father held a hand up.

“Doesn’t matter. I can see it. The way you look at her. She’ll kill me if she knows I said this. But you hurt her, I end you. I don’t care how much training you have. She’s my little girl. She’s had her heart broken real bad before, son. And I’ll be damned if I let you get away with breaking it too. I’ve never seen her look at someone the way she looks at you,” your father said. Bucky swallowed nervously. He had taken on enemies much bigger than your father, and yet your father was one of the scariest things he’d faced since he joined the team.

“I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt her,” Bucky said. You father sighed.

“It’s not the intentional I’m worried about, Sergeant Barnes. Your work is dangerous. She could get pulled into it. I’m not sure my baby girl could handle losing you. And I’m worried about the danger she’d put herself in for you,” your father admitted.

“I know,” Bucky said. There wasn’t much else he could say. He knew the risks, the dangers that being with him brought to your life. And yet, you accepted them, no questions asked. You worked out with Natasha regularly, and part of that included training so you could defend yourself if you needed to. You’d taken to practicing archery with Clint for the hell of it.

“You’re good for her. Despite all that. I can tell. She’s the happiest she’s been in a long time. We worried about her, when she moved to New York. But then she met you, met your friends. When the time comes,” your father said trailing off as you and your mother entered the room with coffee for the four of you. You sat down next to Bucky, smiling at him.

A year later, Bucky found himself back at the house, this time without you. You’d been together a year and a half. He knew. He’d managed to pick out a ring without it being splashed on social media, despite Steve and Sam coming with him when he was picking a jeweler to design it. A beautiful white sapphire ring, white gold. The center stone was modest, with smaller stones in the band. He knocked on the door and waited. Your father opened it, ushering him inside and into the living room. Your mother was out of the house. She couldn’t keep a secret from you and Bucky’s appearance at the house would tip you off at just how imminent a proposal was. You’d talked about marriage. You knew a proposal was coming, you just weren’t sure if it’d be next week, next month, or next year.

“Sir,” Bucky started to say. Your father held up a hand, grabbing a bottle first.

“I’ll let you say what you want to say, but first, I think we could both use a small drink,” your father said. Two glasses with ice were already on the table as he poured a small amount of whiskey into each before handing one to Bucky.

“I want to marry your daughter,” Bucky said.

“I know. I knew since the day I met you,” your father said, a small smile on his face.

“She uh, she knows I’m planning on asking you for permission. I love her. More than anything,” Bucky said.

“I had my reservations when she told us who she was dating. The fact that you aren’t just older than her, you were born several generations before her. But her mama talked some sense into me. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve happiness and if that happiness brings my daughter happiness too? Who am I to stand in the way and kick up a fuss about it? You’re both adults. As much as it pains me to admit, she’s grown up. And I know she’s safe with you. I suppose that’s all a father ever wants. Is for their children to be safe, to be loved. And she has that with you,” your father said.

The anxiety Bucky had felt started to melt away. Him doing this had been one thing he refused to compromise on. You’d found it endearing. It didn’t take much to convince you to let him do it.

Leaving your childhood home, Bucky had only one thing left on his list of things to do, and that was get things set for the proposal.

#Bucky Barnes Fanfic #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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The Trio is Back - AUgust Day 7

Title: The Trio is Back

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: N/A

Relationships: Bucky/Nat/Tony, Bucky/Tony

Square Filled: N2: Didn’t Know They Were Dating Link: Read on AO3

Summary: Natasha, Bucky, and Tony have been friends since childhood. Everyone speculates that Natasha will have to choose between the two of them. Little do they know she might just choose both.

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Tony, Bucky, and Natasha have been friends since toddlers. The Starks, the Barneses, and Natasha’s adoptive parents were a close-knit bunch who played bridge on Thursday nights, usually at the Stark mansion.

As children, the three would run through the house playing superheroes, Super Mario characters, jedi, etc. The Stark butler, Jarvis, always made sure nothing valuable was broken. They would often rope him into their play. As they got older, they calmed down somewhat. Natasha taught Tony to braid so he could braid her and Bucky’s hair. Both would push him to get more intricate braids. Bucky would recommend books for the others to read, and they had a book club group chat where they would discuss plots and theories. Tony lets them in his lab and teaches them about science.

When the three turned ten, the adults would joke that Natasha might have a hard time choosing between the two handsome boys. Natasha’s fathers said she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Natasha never paid them any mind because Tony and Bucky were her friends. Why did she need to choose?

The three were inseparable until middle school. They never had a falling out, per se. They just stopped hanging out. Maybe they were tired of everyone trying to figure out who liked who, or maybe they just wanted more friends. No one actually knows. Tony became close with his lab partner James Rhodes, who he dubbed Rhodey. He also roped Virginia Potts into his trio as well. She became known as Pepper almost overnight. Natasha basically adopted the “school nerd” Bruce Banner and Carol Danvers, the girl most of the guys hated because she was “too feminist.” Carol, an avid lesbian even at a young age, didn’t care. Boys were a waste of time to her. Bucky was fast friends with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Sharon Carter. Every once in a while, all ten of them would hang out, but it seemed like the legendary trio was over.

As they reach puberty, the comments about them increase. Instead of being smelly boys, Tony and Bucky both grow into handsome young men. Both realize as they grow older that they were kind of into boys and girls. Sure, Natasha is beautiful, Bucky thinks, but so is Sam. He doesn’t know how Tony feels about Nat, and since one of them was “destined” to get her, he decides he will step back and let Tony ask her out. He takes Sam on a date, and they are steady for a couple of months. They split on good terms at the end.

Tony has the same line of thought, and he dates Tiberius Stone for a while. Both Bucky and Natasha hate him, but Tony doesn’t know why. Ty is cultured and handsome, a real catch. So, what if he verbally abuses him and guilt-trips him? That’s the way his father always treats him. Isn’t it normal?

Natasha doesn’t date. She doesn’t care to. If people want to speculate, she doesn’t care. She’s only sixteen, why does it matter if she doesn’t have a partner? Her fathers tell her to take her time, and if she never wants to date, that’s her say.

When they graduate, Tony goes to MIT. Natasha gets in at Stanford, and Bucky’s parents can only afford for him to go to NYU. Tony offers to pay for a better college, but Bucky won’t let him. They keep in contact and see each other every break. Tony finally breaks up with Ty in his freshman year, but he becomes a party animal. Rhodey does his best to keep Tony out of trouble, but even he fails sometimes. When he graduates summa cum laude, he takes his place at Stark Industries. Natasha studies to become a lawyer, and she passes the bar easily. Bucky graduates NYU and saves up enough to buy his own auto repair shop. All are successful and don’t have much time to spend with each other or anyone else, to be fair.

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Jan, Tony’s stylist, sets him up on a blind date with a Jimmy because he “works too much.” He shows up at the restaurant she picks out to only find Bucky sitting at the table to which the maître d leads him. “Bucky?”

“Tony? What are you doing here?” Bucky stands.

“I’m as confused as you are.” Tony sits at the table. “Jan told me I’d be meeting a Jimmy. Who the hell calls you Jimmy?”

“Well, she called you Anthony. I can’t believe you let anyone call you Anthony.”

Tony shoots him a glare. “I don’t. Not sure why she told you that you’d be meeting an Anthony… unless she did this on purpose.”

“What? The parents figure that if Nat doesn’t want to date either of us, they might as well put us together?” Bucky’s eyes snap.

“I don’t know.” Tony shrugs. “But it all seems very suspicious, you know? What do you propose we do about it?”

“I think we should eat dinner and go have fun. We both go home to our own houses afterwards and never try to date again, just to screw ‘em.” Bucky smiles sharply.

“I like that. Deal.”

Tony wakes up in Bucky’s bed the next day. “Well, I guess that plan didn’t work out.”

“Yea… I’m torn up between kicking you out now just to fuck our parents or actually fucking you again,” Bucky comments. “Damn, Tones, you’re amazing.”

Tony colors. “Yea, I had a lot of experience in college. People still like to say they spent the night with me even though I haven’t slept with someone else for months now. I’ve just been busy.”

“Same. Who has time to date anymore?” Bucky shakes his head. “It’s a shame because I would love to have nights like last night more often.” He straightens completely and raises a finger. “I have an idea, and you may not like it, but here me out. What if we were each other’s booty calls? Just whenever we need a quick smash, we text the other?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are a fucking genius. I would kiss you right now, except my PA’s probably calling my dead phone, wondering where the hell I am. Can we rain check the next session?” Tony hops out of bed, pulling on his pants. Once quickly dressed, he heads to the door to leave and blows Bucky a kiss on his way out.

Using his watch to ping his driver, Tony heads home to get changed before going to work an hour late. Howard doesn’t berate him as much for being late for work, so Tony wonders if he knew something about his date with Bucky. The thought leaves his mind as he gets started on his day. He doesn’t have time to think about dates or meddling parents.

As the months go by, both Tony and Bucky text in claims to their booty call agreement. Tony is happy to do so, but he finds himself catching feelings for Bucky. He wonders if it’s because Bucky is the only one that he’s in close contact with, which he mentions to Rhodey when they get lunch on Rhodey’s first day on leave.

“I mean, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be fucking the only person you have a steady friendship with.” Rhodey steals one of Tony’s fries.

Tony pouts. “Don’t be like that honeybear. You and Pepper are my friends, too.”

“Yea, but I’m in the Air Force more than 80% of the time, and Pepper works for you. It’s different.”

“You’re just jealous that you’re not getting any.” Tony decides.

Rhodey just smiles. “Says who?” Tony begins to assault Rhodey for details, the topic of Bucky forgotten.

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“Hey, Natasha’s moving back to New York, apparently.” Bucky informs Tony one morning. “My mom just texted me.”

Tony groans. “If this becomes another ‘Why don’t you date her?’ thing, I swear I’m going to move to Tahiti and not accept any long-distance calls. You’re welcome to come with if you’d like.”

“I think we should take her out to dinner one night when she gets settled, just to catch up.” Bucky muses. “Then our parents can’t be mad because we didn’t try.”

“Yea, I wonder how she’s been. We haven’t talked in so long.” Tony agrees. “I wonder if she got a partnership here or something. I hope so. That’d be good for her.”

“Nick and Phil will be glad to have her back. If only my parents were as supportive as they are. You should have seen my dad when I told them I was opening my own auto shop.” Bucky smiles that unhappy smile.

Tony laughs mirthlessly. “I’d be happy if my parents talked to me at all. But being that Howard’s always cranky anymore, I guess it’s best that he doesn’t.”

++++++ Natasha moves back less than a month later with a short, sandy haired man in tow. They move into an apartment on the Upper East side. Once she’s settled, she agrees to meet Bucky and Tony for dinner. About ten minutes in, she asks them, “How long have you two been together?”

“Did someone tell you that we’re together?” Tony demands. “Because they’re wrong. We’re simply booty calls to each other.”

She shakes her head. “No, you’re not. You might like to think that, but you’re in love with each other. No one told me; I can see it from here.”

The two men shift in their seats, not daring to look at the other. “So how have you been?” Bucky asks her.

“Busy. Jenn and I are setting up our own partnership. We’ve gotten a lot of cases lined up, and we need a secretary. There’re two lawyers working pro bono mostly down in Hell’s Kitchen. We might add them to our firm and pick up their secretary as well. I saw them in court for the Punisher trials, and she seems to have her stuff in order.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Sorry for not keeping up with you guys. I barely even talk to Bruce and Carol.”

“Mom told me you brought a man home with you,” Bucky says. “She didn’t seem too happy about it. Are you two dating?”

“Clint? No, he’s just a friend. I’m too busy to date, honestly. I’ve tried a couple times in LA, but it turns out I’m very selective of those with which I choose to hang out. Most men are idiots, and I’m tragically straight. You see my problem, right?”

“We don’t feel your pain, but we understand,” Tony says. “Well, what we should do is make sure the three of us hang out at least once a month. If we want to bring our other friends, I don’t care, but I’ve sorely missed you, Nat. And Bucky, maybe we should spend more time together with our clothing on.”

“You say that now, but what about tonight when…” Bucky begins but stops when Natasha gives him her death glare. “Okay, that is still as frightening as ever. Is that how you win all your cases?”

“No. I’m skilled enough that I don’t need to use that.” Nat flips her hair. “But I’m glad it works on you.”

Tony stick out his tongue at Bucky. “She’d never kill me. Who would give her those amazing scalp massages?”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, I demand one once we leave the restaurant.”

Natasha goes home that night realizing that she missed out on a lot of Tony and Bucky’s lives. If she were being honest, and she is, she kind of relied on their parents’ hope that she would one day marry one of the two. She always acted the way she did because she was equally attracted to both of them, and she would never be able to choose. So, she moved away and let them get on with their lives. She never thought once that they would choose each other and leave her out. She tells this to Clint when she gets home.

“Talk to them. Maybe they’ll share.” Clint suggests before he falls asleep on the couch.

She rolls her eyes. “You have a room for a reason.” Natasha knows he’ll still be there when she gets up to go to work the next morning.

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The trio meets up at least twice a month. Per Natasha’s goading, Bucky and Tony start to actually date. She’s happy for them but seeing them sometimes is bittersweet. She just wants to go back to the times where they didn’t have to worry about feelings. All feelings have done for her were made her sad.

One night, they’re eating takeout in Tony’s kitchen when he says, “You can kill me if we’re wrong, but I want to proposition something with you.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. This ought to be interesting. Tony proceeds. “So, Bucky and I are very happy in our relationship, but it could use one more thing… you.”

“Me?”

“Yea. We both really like you, and we kind of got the feeling that you like us, too. Are we wrong?” Bucky bites his lip worriedly.

“No, you’re not wrong. I really like both of you. I have since we were kids. I just never wanted to choose between the two of you. When you got together, I was happy for you. I never thought that you’d both want me as well.”

“Why wouldn’t we want you?” Tony asks. “We love you so much. Obviously, we’ll have to talk about how this is going to work. I hear communication is key to any good relationship. I should know.”

“Also, if we all date, that’s one way to make sure our parents don’t get exactly what they want. Instead of you choosing one of us, you chose both.”

Natasha grins. This is a fine arrangement indeed. “I would invite you back to my place, but Clint’s there. Would one of yours work?”

“It’d have to be Tony’s. I just moved in two weeks ago.” Bucky jabs his thumb at his boyfriend.

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Natasha’s parents are overjoyed when they hear the news, Bucky’s parents don’t say anything, but Bucky knows they are a little wary of his relationship. Tony’s parents, on the other hand, are very vocal. Howard has a yelling fit, screaming at Tony until he loses his voice. Maria asks him why he vexes his father like that.

When Bucky and Nat try to comfort him, he shrugs them off, saying, “That’s the first real conversation I’ve had with either of my parents since I was a kid. Don’t worry; I always knew Howard would have a problem with it.”

“It still sucks,” Bucky tells him. “No matter what, you’ve got us.”

Tony knows he’s happy when both his partners cuddle around him in the middle of their California King bed. Throughout all odds, the trio is back together.

#winterironwidow #childhood friends au #au_gust_2020 #Starkbucksbingo2020 #i write!

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disastrousbarnes · 4 years

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Not without you (6)

Pairing: (Dad) Steve Rogers x Reader, (past) Bucky x Reader

Warning: swearing(?)

Summary: Ever since Steve lost Angela he hasn’t been the same, live hasn’t been the same. The only reason he was still doing this was for his kids, because they need him. So when a new chance at love comes on his path, will he take it? Will either of them take it?

Authors note: Hi well last time I gave ya’ll a chapter it was may 2019, It’s Januari 2020. But hey, A bitch is back! This chapter includes a lot of talk about Bucky, but don’t worry, it’ll become more Steve x Y/N centered soon.

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Chapter 5: Old and new friends.

“So, Steve?” Tony’s eyes meet Y/N’s over the dinner table.

Y/N just rolls her eyes, of course Tony had to bring that up. “Not during dinner. Tony, please?” She pleaded. An awkward silence fell over the table. Y/N and Tony used to share everything during dinner, no topic was off the table. Not today though, Y/N didn’t want to talk about Steve, not in front of the kids.

“But-” Tony started, but he was quickly cut off by Pepper.

“Tony, she said no.” Potts and Stark shared a look, after which Tony silently went back to eating.

Y/N mouthed Pepper a ‘thank you’, the strawberry blonde responded with a sweet smile.

“So Alex, I read you became the captain of the football team?” Stark Industries is Jacob High, the high school the triplets attend, biggest sponsor. Pepper, being the CEO of Stark Industries, likes to keep up with projects the company invests in. So naturally she knows all about Alex being the youngest captain of Jacob highs football team ever.

Alex face immediately lights up. “Yeah, I guess the guys felt I was good enough of a leader to, well, lead them.” After his father’s death, the teen had really thrown himself into sports, something that was clearly reflected by his muscled physic.

Pepper gave him an encouraging nod, “The article did speak very highly of your capabilities to get the team together.”

“Teambuilding is the most important part of it all,” Alex agreed, “Thankfully Y/N allows me to get the guys together at our place. So each Friday we get together, cook dinner and just talk, play games, watch a movie. You know just something to make sure we’re all in sync.”

Y/N can’t help but feel happy to see Alex talk so passionately about his role as team captain. She still remembers the silence that had fallen over the boy the first few months after Bucky’s death.

All three of teen boys had taken their dads unexpected death really hard. Which was of course to be expected, but out of all of them Alex had taken it the hardest. He and Bucky had always been the closest. It also took him the longest to not treat Y/N like an outsider when she first started dating Bucky. Bucky had told her that this was because Alex didn’t want to get attached to anyone and then have them leave again. That when their mother left when they were very young really hurt and confused him.

“Y/N?” The feeling of a hand resting on her shoulder startled Y/N, causing her to quickly turn around to face Caleb. “Are you okay? Mister Stark has been talking to you for 5 minutes now.”

Y/N frowns, how could she have zoned out like this? “Oh.” Is all she says, not sure if she should make an excuse or not.

Tony just laughs, “What do you say, we go to my office have a drink, bet those boys have their license by now, so they can drive back and I know for sure Miss Potts and Morgs wouldn’t mind spending some time with Anna. I have kept her to myself all day, after all.” He winks.

Y/N is a little hesitant, but agrees. Tony used to be one of her closest friends and she can’t just continue to block everyone that reminds her of Bucky out of her life, everyone except for Sam that is.

Not much later the pair stood in Tony’s office.

“Last time we were here you were pregnant.” Tony chuckles. Y/n had been about 6 month along back then. Her belly had already been huge, he even remembers she was wearing Bucky’s favorite maroon sweater. He only remembered that because Bucky complained that he actually wanted to wear it, about 24 times during dinner.

“And my husband was still alive.” Y/N had meant it as a joke, but the look on Tony’s face clearly showed that that didn’t get across. “I- It was a joke T.”

Tony lets out a sigh of relieve. “Oh.” A small smile plays on his lips. “I was afraid you’d yell at me again.”

When Bucky died Tony had insisted to personally tell Y/N of Bucky’s passing. Something she didn’t exactly take lightly. In the rush of emotions she had blamed Tony for all of it. She had told him it was his fault for getting Bucky to help him with the program in the first place and that he should have never have let him go to Afghanistan.

Though truly she knew Bucky was the one that came to Tony with the idea in the first place. Stark Industries had stopped manufacturing weapons years ago, but Bucky convinced Tony to get back into it. To help him make safe weapons that would cause as little destruction as possible. That wouldn´t kill so many innocent people. He wanted to create a way to end wars as quick and peaceful as possible.

And hearing that that had been the thing to kill her husband had broken the -then pregnant- woman. When the shock had settled she of course apologized to Tony for her accusations, but to say that had put a rift in their friendship would be an understatement.

“Never.” Y/N said, sitting down in the big red office chair. “I still don’t understand why you need an office.”

“Yeah yeah I know. I am always down in the lab, but having an office is nice for-“

“Drinking.” Y/N finished the sentence, a bottle of jack had already found it’s way into her hand. “That’s the only thing we have ever done here.”

Sam, Bucky, Pepper, Tony, Bruce, Rhodey, Clint and her used to have dinner together every Friday night, to end the workweek right. After which they would get drunk and dance in this very office. The triplets would watch Morgan upstairs, which was an easy way to make some money. So they never complained about it.

“Does the rest still work for you?” She hadn’t really been in touch with anyone since the incident.

Tony nods, “Rhodey is still our main connection with the military. Clint is running the weapon testing department right now. Bruce and I have been working on some really interesting tech, it would make the weapons non killing, just rendering our opponents unconscious for about 12 hours max. Buck had been pressing me about that for so long, we just weren’t able to crack the code. Of course something like this already on the market, but the danger with that stuff is that 1 it is always bad for the environment and 2 you never know what the cognitive damage is with that stuff. Which is dangerous cause most of the time you aren’t just taking out the bad guy, but also the innocent bystanders.”

Y/N enjoyed seeing Tony ramble on so passionately about the new ‘weapon’ he and Bruce are making. It reminds her of sitting on the couch at home, just watching Bucky walk around the room, talking about all he wanted to achieve with S.T.W.P. He had been so enthusiastic, so willing to do everything to create a brighter future. One of peace.

“But enough about weapons and work, what about that Steve dude? He’s a friend of Buck’s you said?” Tony had a way of smoothly swaying into topics Y/N didn’t exactly want to talk about.

“Used to be.” Y/N felt her body tens up at just the mention of Steve’s name. Something about the fondness and respect Bucky still had when he used to talk about him didn’t match up with the Steve Y/N had met. “Left New York and never contacted James again.”

“James?” Tony cocked an eyebrow, Y/N had never called Bucky James, not in public at least.

“Shut up.” She felt her face get hot, “It just flopped out. I only call him James when no one else is around.”

“Cause he didn’t mind it when you said it?”

“He didn’t.”

Tony smiles, putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “Of course he didn’t he loved every word you spoke.”

“It’s still weird when people talk about him in past tense.”

“It really is.” The man agrees. “It’s also weird that Steve and Bucky lived in the same town and never saw each other.”

“It is isn’t it?” Y/N had never even thought about that, honestly she hadn’t given Steve much thought outside of him being Luke’s dad and the man who left Bucky behind.

The rest of their night is spend making up weird theories of how Steve and Bucky ended up in the same town. That and getting very drunk.

“Steve?” Sam found himself standing in the doorway of what appeared to be Steve’s bedroom. He decided to check in when after half an hour Steve still hadn’t gotten back from getting a sweater.

Steve was sitting in front of the bed, holding a fluffy black sweater close to chest. He looked up at Sam but didn’t respond. Not that he needed to, the lost look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was hurting, really hurting..

Without speaking another word Sam sat down next to Steve.

“It’s hard isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Everything around you continuously reminds you of her. The kids, the house, all her stuff. Everything.”

“Yeah.” Steve frowns, looking at the piece of clothing in his hands.

“You don’t want to get rid of it because it reminds you of her, but at the same time all the memories are just way too much, aren’t they?”

Finally Steve’s eyes met Sam’s, they were filled with tears. “How did you just put all of my feelings into words?”

“I´ve been trough war and lost the people that mean the most to me. I´m just speaking from personal experience.” Sam’s fierce loyalty and insanely loving heart had only made his life harder, “Plus being a gay black man in the military, well lets say that doesn’t exactly bode well with some of those conservative white boys.” A sad smile adorned his lips.

Steve wrapped his arm around Sam, pulling him close, “Thank you.”

Sam felt confused at the random act of gratitude.

“Thanks for your service, thanks for all you have done and are doing for this country despite of the way you’ve been treated by the people living in it.” Steve had felt a bond with Sam the moment they shared a drink at O’Malley’s, now an immense amount of respect had been added to that. Sam had been trough so much and yet here he was running a countrywide V.A program and if he was right, helping Y/N raise Bucky’s kids.

Now Sam’s eyes were also filled with tears. The only time he had ever been thanked for his service is during award ceremonies, but the words had never felt as sincere as they did this very moment. A soft ‘Thank you’ made his way out of his mouth as he too wrapped an arm around Steve.

“Bucky would laugh so hard if he saw us like this. Sitting here, snot covered and all mushy emotional. Then he would ask us if we’d like a cup of tea.”

“And he’d never force us to talk about it.” Steve adds.

“Never, but we would tell him anyway. Cause that’s just his effect.”

Steve loves the fact that the way Sam talks about Bucky makes him sound as if he hadn’t changed one bit from the Bucky he grew up with. The take no shit, but it’s okay to feel like shit sometimes, caring best friend.

“Bucky really was something else.” Sam says and releases his arm from Steve’s. “He was a little different after the war though, a little harder. That’s until he met Y/N. Something about her just sometimes a little too honest, completely open personality made it easier for Buck to deal with everything that had happened in his life. He was almost like the young, overworked, hopeful young guy I met during training. Almost.”

“She’s young isn’t she? Like a lot younger than Buck?” Steve felt a little stupid asking, it wasn’t really his business after all.

“She’s almost 26 yeah.” Sam says with a chuckle. “Buck met her in New York when she was only 20. It was at some small 40’s themed bar she was working at. God the man tried so hard not to fall in love with that girl. He couldn’t help himself though, she just made her way into his heart, I remember right before he asked her out, she was all the idiot could talk about. Plus when you love someone the way Y/N and Bucky loved each other those 14 years feel like nothing.”

14 years, Jesus Buck, that’s a lot. Steve felt weird for even thinking that. He was judging a dead guy, who apparently really loved his wife.

“That’s uhm..” Steve wasn’t sure what to say. “She seems lovely.”

Sam lets out a loud roaring laugh, “She’s a fucking pain in the ass.” The comment might sound harsh, but his voice is filled with adoration and love.

“Isn’t that what you said about Bucky the first time we met?”

“I mean they both are, but I am decently sure I just called him an idiot fuck face.”

That night Bucky Barnes’ youth best friend and adulthood best friend became friends.

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robertdowneyjjr · 5 years

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thoughts on endgame

if you haven’t seen endgame yet please turn away now because this is full of spoilers.

seriously spoiler nation here. turn back now while you still have the chance.

are you still here?

okay then.

here i go.

it’s gonna get long.

it’s been about seven hours since i got out of the movie theatre and overall? i’m upset. and i’m fucking pissed.

also, if you don’t know this by now, i’m a tony stan. my thoughts are biased. sue me.

listen. it’s not an awful movie. overall it’s an okay film. the shots were beautiful. the actors were all excellent. there was lots of fan service and there were tons of moments where it felt really fun. we laughed. we cried. we cheered. but as much as the filmmakers would like to insist that the film is satisfying, i just don’t agree, mainly because of how they decided to end the story.

the good and the mediocre

to start off, rdj’s acting is great. of course it is. it’s rdj. he did amazing with what he had to work with and most of my crying was because of him.

tony and nebula on the ship was great. he was already so fatherly with her, teaching her how to play paper football and encouraging her. and she was looking after him too. there was so much mutual care there that i loved, and i wish that we got more interaction between the two of them throughout the movie.

that little tear he shed when he closed his eyes to go to sleep on the benatar after recording his message for pepper killed me.

when joe russo said that the film was cathartic and evans said that it’s satisfying i can only apply these words to the one scene where tony finally gets to have his outburst and tell the others off for not believing him when he said a threat was coming. he deserved that moment. his anger was completely justified. and when he called steve out specifically, saying that he said that they’d lose together but they ended up not even doing that? when he called steve a liar? that was cathartic.

nat talking about how she used to have nothing and then she got this job, got this family. when she was crying over clint and what he was doing as ronin. that hurt.

MORGAN STARK. oh my god she is a cutie and all of her interactions with tony are just the best. this is the most valid part of the entire movie and that’s that on that. tony is so soft with her and it’s clear just how much he loves her and cherishes the family that he’s managed to have despite the tragedy that happened five years ago. this relationship is perfect and instead of the rest of the movie we should have just gotten three hours of tony and morgan’s father/daughter shenanigans.

tony being domestic and doing the dishes is all i ever wanted

doctor hulk was an interesting concept and i’m glad that bruce finally managed to find a balance between bruce and hulk and melded the two together. but there were times i do feel like he was played off as a joke too much.

the stevetony content is okay, i guess. i honestly wish we got more between steve and tony settling their differences beyond tony just handing the shield back and letting steve know that he figured out the issue with time travel that they’d been having. i wish we had more of them talking and working out their differences from the past. it jumped from tony telling steve that the trust is gone to him asking steve if he trusts him a little too soon without anything ever being discussed.

like really for a film that was marketed to basically be a stevetony event it didn’t really end up with that many interactions between them so it was disappointing.

i love that in the five years since the snap the remaining heroes managed to become friends. nebula and rhodey is an especially great one. and carol and rhodey’s brief interaction at the start of the film got my carolrhodey heart fluttering.

i do like the team interactions we got, even though there weren’t as many as i expected. it does feel like they’re finally seeing each other as a team again for the first time since the party scene in aou. i especially liked when they were working together to figure out when to travel back to in order to find the infinity stones, and that scene with tony, nat, and bruce together on the conference table. i wish we got more of the tony and nat friendship throughout the mcu.

the entire travel back to 2012 new york sequence was a trip. getting to see these characters interacting for the first time again was great. to see the aftermath of the battle was fun -- how they all got drinks from tony’s bar together. they seemed immediately comfortable with each other which was nice. all of them getting into the elevator together but telling the hulk to take the stairs. and speaking of hulk, bruce pretending to be 2012!hulk and smashing things halfheartedly was kinda hilarious.

the blatant ogling of steve’s ass. oh, sorry. america’s ass. that was great. thank you for servicing the stevetony shippers. and steve’s own comment about it after he got in a fistfight with his past self was funny too.

the excessive use of the word “shit” was a great callback to aou and i enjoyed it immensely.

mark 85 is sleek af and i love a shiny gold thotty boy

the cap scenes in 2012 were nice fan service. steve getting into that elevator with the strike team -- everyone thought it was going to be a reenactment of the scene from tws. but the fact that steve said “hail hydra” instead to throw them off was genius. he looked so proud of himself for that.

i like the rhodey and nebula team up. their dynamic is really great and rhodey has some of the best lines in the movie tbh. i love him.

i’m iffy on this but i don’t like that they validated howard stark’s shitty parenting. call him abusive and leave it at that. sure, he admitted that he didn’t want to turn out like his dad, but uhh i guess he did because look how his relationship with tony turned out. but i mean i’m happy for tony that he sort of got the closure he needed?? idk. i’m not sure about this.

it was really touching getting to see thor be able to talk to his mother again. i love frigga.

tony’s version of the gauntlet is fucking badass. it’s ten times sleeker than thanos’ gauntlet and just cool as hell. and dude! think about it. thanos had to travel to nidavellir to get a gauntlet made that could harness the power of the infinity stones. tony didn’t need to do that. he made his own gauntlet with his own tech and he didn’t need to go to any other planet for that. i love one genius.

steve wielding mjolnir was amazing in that moment. it was super cool, you know. he seemed so natural with it and he was even able to call lightning with it. awesome! but once we got to the ending i was like 😒 was he really that worthy. i’m really salty, okay.

the scene when all the undusted come back, and the other heroes scattered around the world join in, and they appear at the compound for that final battle -- it was incredible and very moving. thanos thought he was gonna win but nah!!! avengers assemble!! dope.

RESCUE. we waited so long and finally we were fed.

peter and tony’s hug got me bawling like a baby. i’m so distraught.

that scene with carol coming in and getting the gauntlet from peter, and all the women coming together and saying, “she has help”?? i nutted. that was amazing.

the bad and the ugly

THE SUPREME LACK OF TONY AND RHODEY CONTENT, WHAT THE FUCK. when they landed back on earth and rhodey didn’t get a chance to hug tony...hm. did not like that! let these best friends hug, ffs. and why didn’t we get to see rhodey interacting with morgan?? this is fake as hell.

it was kinda shitty that steve and co. had to show up right when tony was having a good time with his daughter to deliver the news about the quantum tunnel and time travel to tony. because of course tony would never sit idly by when there’s a problem he can solve. especially not when he’s reminded that he lost peter in that awful decimation five years ago. it’s not in his nature to not help. so that’s what he does. he solves a problem and he goes to suit up again because he would never forgive himself if he didn’t even try.

thor......they really turned him into a depressed alcoholic that’s just playing fortnite at home instead of a ruler looking after himself and the people he was supposed to protect.....they really just erased all his development from ragnarok huh. i’m mad.

also, a lack of tony and bruce interaction?? where are my science bro moments?? they were supposed to be the two biggest brains of the team working on mechanics of time travel but we really couldn’t have seen even a brief montage of them working together to science things out? wow fake!

also now that i think about it, where were dum-e and u?? where???? where were the best bots in the world?????

idk why clint and nat were the ones to go to vormir. definitely was not expecting this at all, but fuck. okay. this is where the anger really starts. okay. i get it. i get that nat sacrificed herself so that clint would have the chance to reunite with his family after this shitshow was all over. but nat had family too. she said it herself. she found her family with the avengers. but they really decided to throw another woman off the cliff to fuel more man pain. great! just great!!

seriously, nat deserved better.

they really. they really fucking killed off tony. they really did that and they had tony sacrifice himself. and all for what? shock factor? it wasn’t necessary. they didn’t need to kill him to end his arc. he could have been permanently injured instead, to the point where he wouldn’t be able to suit up again. he would have happily accepted this as his last mission. his priority was always to get home to his wife and daughter. despite the trauma he went through over the last ten years, the ptsd he came away with after sending a nuke through a wormhole, his team’s falling out, watching his best friend fall from the sky, being betrayed by someone he thought was a friend, getting stabbed by his own weapon on an alien planet, and losing a kid that he treated like his own, he managed to find a sliver of happiness with pepper and morgan. he had a happy ending. the happy ending he had wanted for the last several years. but the filmmakers took that away from him. they took away his happiness, and not just that. they took away a woman’s husband. they took away a little girl’s father. it was unnecessarily cruel and it sends a shitty message. it’s a disservice to tony, a disservice to the iron family, and a disservice to the fans that have stuck with the mcu from the very beginning, when iron man first came out and we decided to hop on for the ride.

tony deserved better.

also, rhodey should have been able to say something to tony before he drifted off for the last time. i was glad that he was the first to find tony, but they should have had their moment. this man had been with tony through thick and thin and he deserved to say his proper goodbyes.

or at the very least, they should have had a moment during tony’s funeral where the important people delivered their eulogies and spoke the words that needed to be said about tony. an explicit acknowledgement from the characters about how much tony had done, how integral he was to their success and survival, and how he made the ultimate sacrifice to get rid of their biggest threat so that the world could be put back together.

the only consolation i get from this is that tony made that sacrifice and died on the battlefield where the rest of the team could see. that the undusted and the living both are aware of how selfless tony is (and has always been), and he gave up his happy ending to make sure that the rest of them got theirs.

well his “i am iron man” was badass too so i’m glad he got to go out with that.

TONY DESERVED BETTER.

MORGAN DESERVED BETTER.

IRON FAMILY DESERVED BETTER.

(cheeseburgers broke me)

speaking of happy endings, lmfao what the fuck @ steve? i’m pissed at this ending. that was honestly the most selfish thing that steve could have done, all because the russos have always had a permanent boner for steve’s story with peggy. it’s just so sad. they won’t let him move on. his character development is stifled. it’s so backwards. peggy had a family and lived a full life without steve, but after seeing her for thirty seconds while he was in the past, he really decided that he needed to go back and spend the rest of his life with her. he threw away everything he worked for in the present -- his teammates, an unfrozen and recovered bucky, his running buddy and overall great guy sam -- for a relationship with a woman that he shared one single kiss with and that he knew for, what, like two or three years? jesus. let him move on! let him find happiness in the present! he never gave love another chance just because he thought he thought he met the love of his life 70 years ago. who’s to say he wouldn’t have found love in the present, huh??

they did him dirty. they did peggy dirty. and tbh they did sharon dirty from the very beginning. but that’s salt for another day.

so here we have tony, dead at 53 who really only experienced true happiness for five years with the woman he had been in love with for over a decade. then we have steve, who was on this earth for 105 years, then went back in time and got another 40 or so odd years of happiness with a woman he had only known for a few short years.

sure. that sounds fair. totally fair.

fuck no, it’s not. it’s a terrible fucking ending.

that’s just shit storytelling and if this was done all for the shock factor to make sure that we couldn’t guess what happens to these characters then it was a poor decision and it completely ruins tony and steve’s story arcs.

what kind of shit ending is this.

i didn’t like it.

#avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #a4 spoilers #ae spoilers #spoilers #i'm really upset and really angry and i hate that i'm watching this movie again tomorrow #i really screwed myself over with that one huh getting tickets for a rewatch this early #i have so many more complaints but i'm ANGRY and i'm tired #sometimes i think things and post them

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sword-of-stardust · 4 years

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I POSTED A BONUS CHAPTER TO MY COMPLETED IRONDAD AND SPIDERSON FIC!!!!

Summary:

“I have kids," Clint said. "I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ------- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they're confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony's secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Avengers Team, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Peter Parker & Shuri, Loki & Peter Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Avengers Team (MCU), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Wilson Fisk, Loki (Marvel) Additional Tags: Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Not Spider-Man: Far From Home Compliant, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Everyone Is Alive, Fluff, Funny, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter calls Tony Dad, Peter Parker Meets the Avengers, The avengers think Peter is Tony's biological son, Peter and Tony decide to go with it, What's Infinity War and Endgame? I don't know them. I only know happiness., Father-Son Relationship, Team as Family, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Adorable Peter Parker, Platonic Cuddling, Civil War Team Iron Man, Team Cap Friendly (eventually), Some very minor Steve/Bucky, Minor Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Some minor FrostMaster, Peter Parker & Shuri Friendship, vine references, Some hurt/comfort, some whump in later chapters, I would go into more detailed tags about the whump but that’d be spoilers for the fic, Protective Tony Stark, Italian Tony Stark, Happy Ending Series: Part 2 of My Irondad and Spiderson Fics

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sgtduckybucky · 5 years

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The Unknown

Genre: Hurt/Comfort + Angst (?)

Warnings: SPOILERS

Word Count: 3212

A/N: The ending was rushed and makes no sense but so did the ending for endgame so. Also not proofread so be warned.

Y/F/N = Your Full Name

Y/N/N = Your Nickname

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Y/N, there’s hope.” There was a sense of urgency in Tony’s voice.

Almost all of the Avengers were gathered in your living room at your small house near the woods: Steve, Natasha, Clint, Rocket, Nebula and Scott.

You shook your head, interrupting whatever it was Tony was saying, “Don’t.”

Clint and Natasha shared a look while Tony watched as you got up from your couch and walked towards the dining table that had around twenty pots of various plants.

Steve patted Tony’s shoulder before walking closer to you, “Y/N,” he called your name softly, “I know that this is too much but we have to try.”

You snorted at the Captain, unbothered by the fact that he was older than you by at least 70 years, “Try? You think I haven’t been trying?” Steve could only look at you with sympathy.

“What do you think I’ve been doing the past five years?” You took turn into watching their expressions, “I’ve been trying to get them back.” You laughed humorously, “And I’ve failed. Multiple times.”

“How?” Scott asked as he observed the plants surrounding you.

You sighed, “I’ve gathered my father’s and everyone else’s particles to see if I could trace. If I could revive them maybe. Sounds insane, I know.”

“Not really.” Scott gave you a constipated look, “We’re trying to build a time machine.”

That seemed to catch your interest.

“So, we’re basically following the plot of Back to the future.” Scott and the rest of the time spent around an hour trying to explain their plan. To go back in time, collect the stones and undo Thano’s snap. It’s a big risk but it might work.

“Essentially.” Agreed Scott with a sheepish smile. Tony could only roll his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You sighed dejectedly. You’ve been trying so hard to find ways to bring everyone back. To bring back your father and…but it was impossible. This plan was crazy-

“Can’t be worse than trying to riving the dead through plants.” Snorted Clint, looking older than he actually was but he had a point.

“I’m in.”

“So you control plants?” Scott asked during the plane ride towards the city.

“I do.” You answered.

“But you’re allergic to every plant known to mankind?”

“That’s sweet irony for you, my friend.”

As Scott tried to process your abilities, you were reminded of a similar encounter you’ve had about seven years ago.

“I’m Peter Parker.” His bright smile added to his boyish charm as he extended his hand and introduced himself.

Your glasses slid through your nose as you were unable but to return his smile, “Y/F/N.” and accepted his handshake.

“Ms. F/N is studying bioengineering. She also happens to control plants even though she’s allergic to them.” Mr. Stark explained with a slight tone of amusement in his voice.

You rolled your eyes playfully but felt yourself blush at the look Peter was giving you, “That sounds so cool but also scary.”

You chuckled at his cuteness, “That’s irony for you my friend.”

“Alright, kids. Enough flirting. Time to work.” Tony tried so hard to mask his smirk at the massive blush covering your cheeks and Peter’s neck.

Working with Peter in Tony’s lab was wonderful. A friendship was born between the both of you as the protégés of Stark Industries. Mr. Stark unfortunately doesn’t let you on missions much but after the whole incident with Peter at his school, he decided to give it a shot.

“A monthly trial!” was what Tony had called it.

Every evening and night after Peter finished school, you would train combat skills for three hours with each other before he has to leave. It was fun trying with Peter. He was so full of positivity and energy that you couldn’t help but to try and keep up with him and be his equal.

“Mr. Stark tells me you don’t go to school.” Peter brought up one night after training and practically begging Mr. Stark and your father to let you go with him to some rundown Chinese restaurant.

“I can’t. Almost everything could kill me.” You explained. You looked down at your glove covered hands.

“Then how are you out here…with me?” he added hesitantly.

You smiled at him, “I have to take these shots every time I leave the house to protect me from the pollen but they only last two hours. The reason my dad started working for Stark was to find a way for me to overcome my energies. We haven’t found a cure yet but we’re trying to change the formula of the shots so that it could at least last me 24 hours.”

Peter nodded his head in sympathy, “Must be rough.” His hand shyly rested upon yours, making you blush and avert your gaze.

“Not anymore.”

“Y/N.” Mr. Stark spoke up as everyone dressed in their suits, “If this doesn’t work.”

“I know.” You smiled reassuringly at her, “I’ll let Mrs. Stark now.”

“You, rascal.” Tony chuckled at your cheekiness.

“Now remember, Y/N. Your job is to make sure that the universe hasn’t altered. Keep an eye out for any changes.” Mr. Rogers instructed.

You tried not to roll your eyes. You weren’t that fifteen-year-old anymore. You were twenty years old and a functioning adult, “I will.” You said instead.

He saluted at you before vanishing with the rest of the Avengers.

The past five years have been agonizing for you. With your dad and Peter gone thanks to Thanos’ snap, you felt hopeless. You fell into a spiral of depression and guilt after successfully blaming yourself.

If only I wasn’t so useless. If only if I could use my powers without killing myself. I wish…

For a year you repeated the same cycle of depression, wishing and hoping that you had the opportunity to protect everyone you loved.

It was when you were looking at the many pictures of you, Peter and your father when you decided that enough was enough.

In a random burst of adrenaline, you snatched your hoodie and put on some pants and walked to the front door.

You spent hours trying to improve your abilities. Controlling the trees so that you can use their branches as weapons, use the ground to erupt and sprout vines in any area. But your allergies always stood in the way and one time, you almost died trying perfect your skills. Had it not been for the emergency shot you had in your pocket, you surely would’ve died.

So instead, you spent the next two years working on your father’s experiment. Enhancing the shot so that it could last for 24 hours and allowing you direct intact with the planets so that you could use your powers.

Finally, after years of studies and failed experiment, you were able to enhance the shot. You have to inject the bright green liquid at the back of your neck, right were your spine held your skull, for it to work properly. It was painful but it was the only way.

After that, training was easy. The next two years flew by and you were able to improve both your combat skills and your super powers. It felt good to be this powerful. To feel a sense of usefulness. It gave you hope. Which was why you tried for a cure, a way to bring everyone back. To bring Peter and your dad back into your life.

A loud pop brought you out of your thoughts.

The Avengers were exactly where they were before left just an hour ago. “Did it work?” you ask as everyone removed their helmets.

“I think it did.” Bruce replied absent minded as he watched everyone open their hands to reveal the shiny stones.

“Where’s, Nat?” the green giant asked.

Clint looked away and you knew exactly what it meant.

“Clint?” Bruce called out again, “Where’s Nat?”

Hawkeye could only shake his head.

There was tension in the room. Bruce was on edge and Clint was full of regret but there was no time to fully mourn. You had to carry out the plan.

Once Mr. Stark fully shield the room, he gave the signal to Bruce to put on the glove, “It’s all you.” He said but you knew he meant ‘Be careful.’

Bruce nodded his head and slid the glove on. His face contorted in pain as he let out painful screams while his gloved hand lit up.

“Take it off, take it off!” Shouted Thor somewhere around the room. Your eyes were glued to the glowing gloves, praying with all your heart for it to work. Bruce finally snapped his fingers before quickly shoving the glove off of him and falling to his knees. You pushed the gauntlet away while everyone checked to make sure was alive.

The shields lifted up just as Bruce let out a groan, indicating that he was alive.

“Did it work?” Tony asked, failing to mask the slight hysterics in his voice.

In your peripheral vision, you watched Scott leaving the room.

A sudden buzzing noise made you jumped. No one reacted to it except for Clint as he walked towards the desk, shoulders tensed.

“Honey?” he breathed out once he answered the call.

You could faintly hear his wife’s voice on the other end and your shoulders slugged in relief. You were about to announce your success when you noticed something.

“Where’s Nebul-”

A loud explosion occurred and the whole building collapsed.

When you regained continuousness, the entire building had come down and you were buried under it. You forcefully pushed some of the rubble with a painful shout. You then placed your hand on the ground and commanded for it raise up and bring you upwards.

The sight that greeted you was frightening.

It was like the end of the world had just happened. The sky was black. Most of the trees were dead. And a large spaceship was in the middle of it all.

“What’s he doing?” You heard Steve ask Thor.

“Nothing. He’s been doing nothing.”

You assumed the figure sitting in the middle was Thanos. Fit the description; huge, purple and ugly looking.

“You know this is a trap.” It wasn’t to be a question. It was an obvious statement.

“Yup.” Replied Tony nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” Steve held his shield closer.

“Me neither.” You added, feeling the ground rumbling by your power beneath you.

The battle was intense but you couldn’t give up. You were all so close. If Clint’s wife was back, then surely everyone else was too. But, there was no sign of them and there was an army of aliens. There’s no way you could all defeat them so easily.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came of you and you recognized the flying object as Falcon. Multiple portals began opening up and you watched as the Black Panther walk through, followed by a large army from Wakanda as they let out a loud battle cry.

And almost instantly, you heard the telltale sound of webs slinging. You whipped your head around and watched as Spider-Man zoom by you and land just a couple of feet in front of you, right where the Black Panther was standing.

“Peter.” You breathed, eyes stinging with unshed tears as your lips stretched into a smile of relief. Peter was here. He was alive.

There was no time for you to rejoice, though. There’s a war to be fought and lives to be protected.

“Avengers!” Steve shouted, “Assemble.”

The fight was long and exhausting.

It was difficult to fight an army of aliens with little plant life but you managed as best of you could. Several times you watched as Peter swung by and kill the aliens that came close to you. You couldn’t talk but that’s ok. Knowing that he has your back was more than enough.

“Peter!” You screamed after falling painfully down to the ground where Mjolnir landed. You wanted to run towards him to see if he was ok but you were surrounded by a large number of aliens. You fought as best as you could, summoning the grounds to swallow them up and using some of the roots underground to fling them away from you. Once you’ve defeated them all, you managed to run towards Peter.

A sudden glowing figure was descending where Peter lay on the ground so you ran with all of your might.

“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker.” You heard a woman’s voice say, “You have something for me?”

“Peter!” the two figures standing just a few feet in front of you turned to your direction.

“Y/N?” And Peter was engulfed in a hug, your arms tightening around him, “I thought I lost you.” You whispered.

“You didn’t.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you pull back, “The glove?” the woman with short hair reminded Peter. He quickly handed to her, “How are you going fight him alone.”

“She won’t.” You spoke, your arm still around Peter’s waist. Suddenly, you were surrounded by Wakandans, a female looking alien, the scarlet witch and Pepper.

“We got her back.” One of the women from Wakanda added, making the short haired woman smile in gratitude.

You hugged Peter one more time before following the women.

It was finally over. The war was won but a great price. You fell to your knees as you watched Tony Stark, a man who has helped both you and your father and became very important in your life, struggle to catch his last breathes.

“Mr. Stark?” You chocked out, “Please.”

“We won Mr. Stark. Please. Mr. Stark,” Peter was in disbelief as he tried and failed to have Tony’s attention. He would’ve clung to him till the very end had it not been for Pepper to pull him off and push him into your arms where you held him tightly as he cried. Body jerking with each sob.

The aftermath of the war took its toll on everyone.

Many rejoiced with their loved ones and you got to witness the world reviving, it was magical almost. But that did nothing to your aching heart as you stood with everyone at Tony Stark’s funeral. Everyone who had known the man was there, mourning the loss of one of the greatest heroes the world has witnessed.

“It’s going to be ok.” Your father whispered as he pecked your temple, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You didn’t say anything. It was too difficult to speak without crying.

“So you grew up.” A small smile formed on your lips at the familiar voice coming from behind you. You were currently standing in the patio of Tony’s house while everyone went inside to eat and drink. Not feeling in the mood for anything, you excused yourself for fresh air and watch the leaves move through the wind. It was soothing.

“I have.”

Peter’s smaller and shorter frame stood next to you, watching whatever it was that you were watching, “Where does that leave us?”

Where indeed.

There was no denying that there was some attraction during the years spent working with Tony. The sneaky glances, the shy smiles and the hesitant were a secret to no one except for you. If things with Thanos hadn’t happened, Peter would’ve been the same age as you. Things would be normal where you could grow old together and maybe, just maybe, be more than friends.

“I don’t know.”

Peter nodded his head.

“Call you in five years?” he asked hopefully, making you snort at his words.

“I don’t know; you’d be too young for me. Need myself an older man.” You playfully teased as Peter joined in with your laughter.

“I wish…”

“Don’t” You turned to face Peter, nose red and tears brimming your eyes, “What’s done is done and we can’t undo it.”

“But I love you.” Peter pleaded.

“I know.” You smiled through your tears, “I love you too.”

Being back in school was strange for Peter. He got to reunite with Ned and Michelle retell the tale of the adventures he’d been through but what’s the point when the only person who came so close to being a father figure in his life has died? What’s the point returning to normalcy?

“Alright, class. Settle down.” Mr. Grey the English teacher spoke over the loud chatter.

“With all that we’ve been through, let’s start our lives fresh and not waste this second chance we’ve been given. I hope that you’ll do many great things.” He smiled at his students, “Now, I’d like to introduce you to our new student. It’s her first time being in a school so go easy on her.”

Excited chatter filled the room as they waited for the new student to enter the classroom but Peter blocked them all out as he rested his head on the desk and stared out the window, dreaming of an alternative ending.

“Hi. I’m Y/F/N but you can call me Y/N/N.”

Peter’s head snapped upwards and his eyes grow wide once they landed on you. You looked…younger. How is that even possible?

You smiled at Peter as Mr. Grey scanned the room for you, “Peter Parker?” he called out. Ned had to smack Peter for him to raise his hand, “You’ll be neighbors with Y/N. Play nice.”

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked once everyone was out the classroom after Mr. Grey ended his lesson.

“Attending school like every other teenager?”

Peter tried not to groan in frustration, “No, I mean. How are you…You’re young. You’re 15 again. How?”

Seeing Peter freaking out was nothing new but you did take pity on him.

“Captain America went back in time and never came back as planned. He grew old and lived his life. It gave me an idea so I asked Mr. Banner if I could do the same.” You calmly explained as you walked through the hallways.

“But,” Peter stuttered, “How did you become young?”

“Apparently, during Ant-Man’s experiment with time travel, he was able age up and de-age. I asked him to do the same for me and it took me a couple of times but I finally de-aged 5 years of my life and time traveled to the weekend after Mr. Stark’s funeral.”

You still had the mind of a 20-year-old but it wasn’t mature, you didn’t get to experience life and grow properly. Your mind had one goal and it was to bring everyone back. The emotional and mental development weren’t part of it.

“I’m so lost.” Peter stated quietly, “So you back to the future-ed yourself basically? Is that what you’re saying?”

You laughed loudly, “More or less.”

“Wow.”

“Hey,” You bumped his shoulder, “There are aliens and people living in space that don’t age at all. I’m just part of the family.”

Peter chuckled, “I almost miss the simple times before I became Spider-Man where things were normal.”

Time travel was a dangerous thing; Peter knows that for sure. He had been tempted to build a time machine, just to see if it could be possible, but the huge responsibility prevented him from that. But, he was glad that it was possible because, now, one more very important was back in his life at the right time and the right place.

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