#starkon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lwtficrecs · 4 years

Text

• fic/masterlist | author name | last chapter read | type of au | *** (means smut) If you see *** it means there is 18+ content in that fic. please respect the authors wishes and be over 18 to view it. Also a strikethrough means the story has non or dubious consent and read at your own discretion. lastly if you find any mistakes please put it in the notes or message me or put it in my inbox. i read a lot so there were a bunch of links and things get mixed lol :)

Legolas Greenleaf

Imagine Legolas waking up without you | @long-cosmos-overhead

Elven Healing | @legolaslovely

Childhood Love | @uncpanda

Original Elvish courtship/relationship facts & other things from Tolkien that I found interesting | @holytolkien

Imagine: Legolas Defending You after Being Threatened by a Rider of Rohan | @legendary-hands-mccoy

Drabble: “You’re So Pretty” | @dumbassunderthemountain

The Miscalculated Whittled Elk | @elvenbookworm

Imagine Aragorn helping Legolas with his major crush on you | @beebosclique

Imagine Thranduil approving your relationship with Legolas | @beebosclique

Imagine Aragorn congratulating Legolas on marrying you | @beebosclique

Flirting? | @thatfanficstuff

First Meeting | @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Fallen Leaves | @iwillbeinmynest

Her | @thatfanficstuff

Imagine Legolas Trying to Awkwardly Comment You | @sjdhfhshuahxdjdb

A Writer’s Guide to Elvish Courting | @luna-xial

Opps Legolas | @i-writing-is-hard-i

Hybrid Child, 2 | @tolkien-fantasy

Don’t Apologise | @fandomobsessedwriter

Two Fools in Love | @luna-xial

Imagine Legolas saving you after being captured by orcs | @hobbit-lotr-oneshots

Relaxing | @luna-xial

Once Upon a Dream | @luna-xial

Drabble: Half-Elf Reader | @luna-xial

Vow of Silence | @anari3l

Legolas | @i-writing-is-hard-i

The Swan Princess | @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Imagine: You’re a Childhood Friend of Legolas and you Find the Fellowship in the Forest | @that-slytherin-over-there

Help From the Fellowship | @meganlpie

Imagine: Legolas Teaching you How to Use a Bow | @castieltrash1

Magic Fingers | @dashesofink

Wounds | @starkonic

Corpse Bride AU | @coalsmind | corpse bride au

Meeting the Parents Masterlist | @theincaprincess | 2/11

Headcanon: Request | @thunder-fangirl

Nightmare | @starkonic

Beautifully Human | @legolaslovely

Imagine Legolas Trying to Convince you that Lembas is Good | @thedragonghostofmordor

An Elf and His Human | @mymagicsuitcase

A Broken Heart | @waiting-for-motivation

i k a w, 2, 3 | @seinelee

Drabble: Promt 5 & 9 with Legolas | @secondratefiction

Let Down Your Hair | @seinelee

Enjoy the Moment | @lotr-hobbit-imagines

Reconciliation, 2 | @uncpanda

Marry Me | @lotrmynewobsession

Imagine Being a Human Who Has Fallen in Love with Legolas, but Being Hesitant to Start a Relationship because you are Mortal | @swanimagines

“Explain it to Me Again- Why do we Need to Pretend to be Married?” | @beautifultypewriter

You Only Love Once | @waiting-for-motivation

A Peculiar Fellowship | @ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell | 7/7?

Legolas Thinks the Reader is Human because he’s Dumb lol | @legolassss

A Friend’s Warmth | @dashesofink

Thranduil

Thranduil x reader; angsty but fluffy | @saviorsong

Imagine Thranduil zoning out during a meeting as he recalls the previous night spent in your arms making love | @tigereyesf

Imagine Thranduil returning home to find you waiting for him, and the child that you created together smiling up at him | @tigereyesf

Black & White | @finnofamerica | soulmate au

Imagine: Legolas exposing Thranduil’s Crush on You | @beebosclique

Imagine: Bard not Knowing the Reader is Thranduil’s Wife and Compliments Her in Front of Him | @beebosclique

Original Elvish courtship/relationship facts & other things from Tolkien that I found interesting | @holytolkien

Imagine: Thranduil asking the guards to fetch you so you can dine with him | @holytolkien

A Writer’s Guide to Elvish Courting | @luna-xial

Meeting the Parents Masterlist | @theincaprincess | 2/11

Confessions | @thetherianthropydaily

Multiple Characters

Elves with Pregnancy | @writingsofa-hobbit

Braiding Your Curly/Kinky Hair; The Elves | @castieltrash1

#legolas x reader #thranduil x reader

220 notes · View notes

thirstyforcharacters · 4 years

Text

*indicates smut

Bucky Barnes

One Shots

Tequila

Wanda Maximoff

One Shots

*Jealous

Tony Stark

One Shots

*Pay Your Penance

Sam Wilson

One Shots

*Welcome Home

When the Universe Collides

#minificmasterlist #marvel #tony stark #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #bucky barnes #falcon #winter soldier #iron man #scarlet witch

7 notes · View notes

silowrites · 5 years

Text

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞--𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

anonymous said: write me a crack fic w spider boi n his crackhead impulses @ 2am where the reader has to gently steer him away from whatever dumb thought he has that night

ᴀ/ɴ- ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you heard shuffling around your bedroom, you instinctively kept still. Too many villains had infiltrated your shared apartment with Peter and you learned it was best to act like you were still asleep in order to get the drop on them.

“Where’s is it?” you heard a voice mutter and sighed, sitting up and looking towards the searching figure.

“Looking for this?” You say holding up his mask in your hand.

“Yes, thanks, Y/n.” He moved towards you to take the mask but you quickly held it out of his reach.

“Petey, it’s two AM and your day off, why are you going out now?”

“I need to find out what Osborn is planning.”

“Babe, that can wait.”

“It can’t, Y/n.”

“Then ask Fury to look into it, come back to bed.” you reached for him to pull him back to bed when he stepped away and shot a web to retrieve his mask from your hand.

Un-tangling it from the web, he slipped it over his head.

“I-I-I can’t, Y/n.” Peter rambled heading for the window and opening it before starting to climb back. “I need to figure this out myself. I have to figure this out myself. I’ll-” you grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving.

Stepping out of bed--it wasn’t that far away from the window in your cramped apartment--and more towards him, you took his face in your hands and looked through the mask.

“Pete, you need to rest. Going on and on like you have been is taking a toll on you. I can even see it through the mask.”

“Y/n, I have to protect New York.”

“Peter you can’t protect New York as Spider-Man if you are not at your 100%.” You slowly pull the mask up his face revealing his tired eyes. “You need sleep, Pete... Please.”

Sighing, the fatigue taking over his shoulders, Peter slowly reached up and took his mask the rest of the way off, turning to close the window.

The next few minutes were filled with him getting redressed for bed, his movements sluggish--showing his lack of energy, and the both of you sinking into the mattress cuddling together and slowly falling asleep together.

“Thank you,” Peter whispered, his breath slowly becoming even as he drifted to sleep.

You smiled, slowly drifting yourself, “Anytime, baby.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @crackhead-writes | @starkonic

ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪғ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴏ! ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ‘ᴇᴍ ɪɴ!!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #marvel imagines #silowrites #drabble #request finished #crackhead

78 notes · View notes

takadasaiko · 5 years

Text

Second Chances: Chapter Six

FFN II AO3

Summary: Steve has every intention of returning the Infinity Stones to their correct place in the timeline and heading back to his own. His problems start when he makes an impulse decision to jump over to 1946 and Peggy decides to go back home with him. It only gets more complicated from there when Howard tags along with them to 2023. Tony lives fix-it fic. Pepperony.

Chapter Summary: Steve tries to figure out how to best handle the situation without admitting to Tony that he's brought not one but two people from the past into 2024.

Chapter Six

Howard had always liked a good challenge, and convincing Steve and Peggy that he had reluctantly given up on the idea of going with them had certainly been one. Peg lived in a state of suspicion with him - especially after his fib over the vile a few weeks before - and Steve had called him on his tendency to misdirect and straight out lie more than once during the War. He had been questioning when the ruse would be up, but now the question seemed to be which one of them would take a swing first. Howard lifted his hands in defense. "It's not nearly as bad as you're thinking it is."

"No, it's worse," Steve snapped.

"How? You talk to your buddy - Tony, right? The one that set you up with that suit - and he'll be able to send me back to the same day I left. No biggie. I'll even get to deliver Peg's letter."

He glanced over to find Peggy massaging the bridge of her nose, all of the earlier joy and excitement completely washed out of her. "That's never been the issue Howard. I'm staying, but if you go back seeing all of the advancements, everything that could suddenly have Starkon it rather than whatever name should have been attached —"

"Ouch, Peg. You think I'm here to, what? Steal technology? Like I can't come up with my own?"

"You don't have to steal anything to alter your own timeline in ways that can't-"

"Like taking Peggy from it?" Howard cut Steve off, the amusement no longer lining his voice. He'd expected pushback and plenty of eye rolling, maybe even a swing in his direction, but this was rich coming from them. "Yeah, neither of you have a lot of wiggle room on that one. I'm not going to destroy time and space by being here. Not how it works. Hell, I could meet myself and three generations after me and all it'd do is make for a potentially awkward situation." He pulled in a breath, trying to reel in the burst of temper along with it. "I just want to see it. Walk through Manhattan and then I'll go home like I was never here at all. You've seen it, Peg gets to see it…. All I'm doin' is asking for a chance to peek through the curtain. That's it. No harm done, I swear."

The breeze pushing at the trees overhead was the only sound for a long moment as both Cap and Peggy stared at him. Finally Steve loosed a breath. "We'll have to get ahold of a couple of people to make it happen."

"See, not so bad," Howard responded, his tone light again.

Cap didn't look entirely convinced as he pushed forward. "C'mon."

Peggy followed immediately, falling into lockstep with him. Howard waited half a beat before hurrying to join them. Well, it hadn't been smooth, but at least he'd made it.

___________

The first thing he did was grab a newspaper. June 2024. Okay. That wasn't…. terrible. Not great, but not terrible. He'd been gone just a little under a year then, even though it had only been a couple of weeks for him. That added complications, sure, but at least it wasn't decades this time.

Steve had no idea if his apartment would have been leased to someone else, but that was his second stop. If he were lucky - really lucky - the key would be….. there.

"Checkin' to see if the maid cleaned while you were away?" Howard popped off behind him as Steve ran his fingers along the top of the trimming around the door. He held up the key that he found there and Howard chuckled, lifting his hands in defeat.

Steve fit the key into the lock and turned, hearing the mechanisms shift and the lock slide out of place. He turned the knob and pushed inward. He was met immediately by the muted sound of the television. He was sure he didn't leave one on. Mostly because he didn't even own one when he'd left.

"Someone kept it up," Peggy said cautiously and Steve made a small sound of acknowledgement.

He was halfway to telling Howard to wait outside when the creek of the old, pre-war apartment's floor sounded a warning and Peggy shouted as Steve spun, meeting his attacker to block the blow aimed at him. Both men froze and he found a set of dark eyes on him. "I'll be damned," Sam Wilson managed. "Cap. You're back."

His lips tilted at the corners and he lowered his defenses. "Yeah, Sam. I'm back."

"With friends," the other man said uncertainly, motioning to Peggy and Howard.

Steve cleared his throat. "Yeah…. Sam, this is Peggy Carter and Howard….. Stark."

The younger man's expression inched towards amusement. "Hell, Cap. He's gonna kill you."

Steve didn't even have to ask who he was. He was well aware. "Yeah, I know. I, uh…. We're going to fix it. I'd rather let him know after we get Howard back to the past."

Sam lifted an eyebrow. "So…. she's staying?"

"She is," Peggy grumbled, obviously irritated at being talked about without being included.

"But he's not?"

Steve could feel the tension building in the room between the questions and the lack of names and the overall vagueness that wouldn't set well with anyone. Peggy had squared her shoulders next to him and Howard…. okay apparently the tension was all Peggy. Howard was halfway into the apartment. His fingers drifted over the TV that Sam must have brought with him when he'd taken over Steve's lease, dark eyes wide as he explored every inch.

The inventor crouched down in front of the entertainment center, fixated. "Is this a television?" he managed, and Steve was sure he'd never heard his old friend impressed until that moment. Great. The twenty-first century was going to give Tony's father an aneurysm and there'd be no sending him back. That'd be about the way things played out.

"Yeah…" Sam answered uncertainly.

"And these?" Howard asked, pointing at a collection of various boxes below the TV.

"Uhh… Blu Ray player and gaming systems." He turned to look directly at Steve. "Am I allowed to tell him that?"

"I'm not sure he'd give up until you did," Steve huffed and kept a wary eye on Howard as he continued to explore like a child on Christmas morning shaking gifts under the tree.

"So," Peggy cut in. "Sam, was it?"

"Wilson," Sam acknowledged, reaching a hand out to shake her. "And you are the Peggy Carter. Co-founder of SHIELD."

"Not anymore," she said tensely.

"In our timeline you are. Still makes you damn impressive. Ma'am."

She cracked a small smile at that and Steve found his friend's gaze back in him. "We thought you were gone."

"I took a detour."

"I can see that."

"And you moved into my place."

Sam looked sheepish. "We knew how long it took you to secure a place in Brooklyn that wasn't crazy expensive, and it just…. we couldn't let just anybody take it."

"We?" Steve echoed.

"You've missed a lot in the last few months."

A loud crash sounded off from the kitchen and the three vets jumped, all ready for a fight. Howard peeked around the corner from the kitchen. "Everything's good. It's fine. No irreparable harm done. You weren't attached to those big red bowls, were you, Sammy?"

Sam paled slightly. "You broke my popcorn bowl?!"

___________

There was a shrill squeal that accompanied the five-year-old piling into the middle of the bed. Tony was halfway to sitting before his sleep-addled mind pieced together what was happening. He heard Pepper groan at his side and he reached up blindly, catching Morgan's around the shoulders with his arm and dragging her down into a hug she couldn't pull out of. Morgan squirmed and giggled, but her daddy had her locked into the bear hug, a smile tilting his lips even though his eyes were still closed

"Daddy! Let goooooo."

"Nope. I'm sleeping."

"No you're not!"

"Uh-huh."

"Nu-uh!"

"How did I end up with two kids?" Pepper groaned, and before Tony knew it there was a pillow being awkwardly smacked in their general direction.

"Pillow fight!" Morgan announced.

"Tony, I swear if you let her up —" his wife warned, but he was already loosing his grip.

"What can I say, hon? She's just too good. Regular contortionist. There's no holding her."

Morgan went after her mom first, Pepper laughing as she shielded her face. It wasn't long until she turned on her father too, and the Stark household dissolved into giggly chaos. By the end up it Tony was standing on the bed, feet sinking into the memory foam mattress, and in a standoff with his daughter.

"Drop your weapon or face Iron Girl!" Morgan announced in all seriousness and Tony had to swallow the burst of laughter.

"I thought you'd be at least thirteen before I became the villain. What'd I do?"

"Jumped on the bed and taught our daughter terrible habits," Pepper deadpanned from the bathroom that she had retreated to in order to stay as far away from the waging war as possible.

"You tried to blow up the world," Morgan told him matter-of-factly.

"Wow. I am bad. You're right," he said with a grin.

"I'm gonna beat you!" Morgan announced and threw the pillow, adding sound effects that sounded at least vaguely like the energy beams from the Iron Man suit.

The cube of fluff hit his shins and Tony made a show of going down, bouncing against the bed and flopping out. He felt Morgan creep closer and he cracked an eye open. "You saved the world. Good job, kiddo."

She grinned, showing off her newly missing tooth. "Can I have cinnamon toast for breakfast?"

"Definitely." He scooped her up on his way to rolling off the bed. "Pep, you want an omelet?"

"Just a smoothie. Do we have spinach?" she called from the bathroom.

"We do."

"With banana, please."

"I think I can manage that."

"No strawberries!"

"I know!" he chuckled as he slipped his feet into his slippers, flexing the fingers of his right hand. Stiff and a little slow, they still moved on command, even without the brace. It had been a full week since he'd had to use it, Peter's altered formula for Extremis proving to do the job without leaving his brain itching for more. The kid was good, he had to give him that. The real test would come when the nerve damage was fully repaired and he completely cut himself off from the localized doses. All he would have to rely on was the glowing ARC reactor in his chest to keep his heart beating, but that was hardly abnormal. Strangely enough it had almost been like welcoming back an old friend.

"Boss, Peter Parker is calling in," FRIDAY's voice echoed as Tony and Morgan made it down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"What's the kid doing up at this hour?"

"Fighting bad guys?" Morgan offered.

"Maybe. If so, he missed curfew and his aunt's gonna kill him."

"What's curfew?"

Tony glanced down, finding a big pair of brown eyes latched curiously on him. The questions never ended and he loved it. "When you need to be home," he explained to his daughter. "FRIDAY, put him through."

There was a click of the call connecting as Tony grabbed for the ingredients he needed, Morgan hopping from a stool to the table top and sitting there. She started to cross her legs on the table, but one look from her dad stopped that in its tracks. She gave him the most innocent grin he was sure he'd ever seen. He shot her a look. "Halo's a little crooked there, missy."

"Mr Stark?" Peter's uncertain voice echoed over the speakers.

"Good morning, Pete. You're up early."

"You too."

"If I told you I wasn't would you feel guilty?"

There was a long pause on the other end. "But FRIDAY wouldn't have…. you're joking aren't you?"

"Yup." Tony started sprinkling sugar and cinnamon on the bread. "What's up, kid?"

"Oh, uh…. hows's the new dose working out? Still lasting?"

"So far so good, but I doubt you called me at six in the morning to find that out."

"Daddy, more cinnamon," Morgan instructed and be quirked an eyebrow before dumping more on. She gave a nod of approval.

"Not that I don't like hearing from you, kid, but —"

"CaptainRogersisback."

It took a long moment for his pre-caffeinated brain to work through the run-together words, and even as he did he had trouble believing them. His hands stilled, his eyes unblinking. "What?"

"Captain Rogers is back," Peter said again, slower this time.

"Back?"

"Yeah."

"How…? And how long?"

"I don't know the details. I shouldn't even be telling you…."

"Like hell you shouldn't," Tony growled. "Where'd you hear it?"

"Uhhh….. through the Avengers grapevine."

Avengers grapevine? What did that even mean? Tony hadn't been thatfar out of the loop. "Where is he?"

"His place. In Brooklyn. From what I heard," Peter said, his voice entirely uncertain.

Tony pulled in a steadying breath. "Okay. I'll get to the bottom of it. Just…." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Peter didn't need any other pressure on him right then. "Thanks, kid. You did good."

"Really? I didn't break some kind of code or something, did I?"

"Probably, but you kept the one that mattered. I'll be in the city today. I'll drop by and we can talk after you're out of school."

"I'm… on summer break?"

"Right. Okay. Good. After I get done one Brooklyn."

"Do you need the address?"

"No, I've got it." He glanced up at the speaker. "End call."

"Is Uncle Steve in trouble?" Morgan asked from the table.

"He's got some explaining to do," her father grumbled.

"Can he explain after you make cinnamon toast?"

Tony blinked at the half put together breakfast he'd promised his daughter. "Yeah, sweetie. Uncle Steve can wait."

___________

It was one delay after another. First breakfast, then Pepper decided she needed to go into the city that day too, so instead of hopping in the car and going, Tony was waiting on his wife and daughter to get ready. She could tell him all day long that she needed to go into the office for this or that, but she hadn't let him drive the two hours from their cabin into the city alone since they had moved back out. He had the OK from every doctor that mattered saying that he could drive again, but that didn't seem to satisfy her. What if something happened? It was a lingering, albeit unspoken fear, and as much as he would like to he couldn't quite hold it against her. Or tell her no. It was one less thing she had to worry about, even if he knew he was doing better than he had been in a long time.

"Do we get to see Pete?" Morgan asked as she bounded down the stairs, fully dressed and ready to go.

"Yep. After I talk to Uncle Steve."

"Can I see Uncle Steve too?"

"Why don't we let your daddy talk to him first? You can help me at the office," Pepper offered and she looked ready for a board meeting. Maybe she really had been planning to go in that day.

Morgan made a face at the idea and Tony reached out to ruffle her hair. "I won't be long."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You ready?" Pepper asked as she grabbed the key fob from the ring by the door.

"Any chance you'll let me drive?"

Surprisingly enough she tossed the key his way and he reached up, thankful that his fingers chose to wrap around it rather than let it clatter to the floor. If it was a test or not really didn't matter. He felt like he'd won something in that. One more small step forward.

The trip was filled with Morgan's chatter in and around Pepper filling him in on the meetings she had scheduled for that day. Happy would meet her there and make sure Morgan wouldn't be too bored. Tony was sure that their head of security just lovedthe idea of being put on babysitting duty.

By the time he dropped them off at their New York headquarters plans had changed five times before finally settling on calling Peter to come keep her occupied. He left the situation in the best of hands before turning the Audii towards Brooklyn, his mind racing in the fresh silence. They had told him that Cap hadn't made it back, which they had all taken to mean that something had happened to him. What, they couldn't be sure, but popping back up nearly a year later didn't make any sense. Not telling Tony that he was back made even less. He had thought that, after everything, they were good. When he had left they had been good.

Tony pulled the car up to an apartment building that he'd never seen in person. It was old. Pre-war. Just the type Cap would have gone for. Sam Wilson had moved into it when Cap hadn't come back, so he must know that Steve was home. Who was next in the so-called Avengers grapevine was anybody's best guess. He still wasn't sure how Peter had found out, and he'd been too surprised that morning to press the kid on it.

A tap came at his window and Tony jumped in his seat, turning to find a patrol cop leaned down. "You lost, buddy?" he asked, but as Tony rolled the window down he watched surprise take hold.

"Nah, I'm good. Just here to see a friend."

"Holy crap. You're Iron Man."

"Used to be."

"I heard what you did…. everybody did. Are those —"

He was motioning to the scars that lined the right side of Tony's face and the former Avenger immediately opened the door. "'Scuse me, but I'm already late. You mind?"

"Oh yeah. Yeah, sure. Listen, if it's not too much trouble, my son is a huge fan of yours."

Tony offered a thin smile. "Sure, what's his name?"

A scrawled signature and photo later Tony was on his way up the flights of stairs, feeling it by the time he reached Cap's floor.

He stopped at the door, pulling in a shaky breath and steadying himself. It was fine. He'd get answers and that irritating, nagging feeling of being purposefully left in the dark would dissipate. Cap was always annoyingly consistent in having his reasons for doing things. He reached up, ready to tap against the door as it pulled open from the inside.

Suddenly Steve Rogers was standing right in front of him, a look of surprise plastered on his face. "Tony," he breathed, a little guilt around the edges of his name.

"Knew you were forgetting to tell someone something, huh?" Tony tried for a quip.

"Steve, is really like to see —" The woman who owned the voice rounded the corner and slammed to a stop. "Oh. Hello."

Steve sucked in a breath. "Tony, this is —"

"Peggy Carter," Tony finished for him, the first real smile touching his lips since that morning. "This is all making a lot more sense."

"You're not mad?"

The question sounded too small to be coming out of Captain America's mouth and Tony cracked a grin as he stepped into the apartment. "Well, you're not gonna shatter time and space, I don't think. I'm sure her new timeline will find a way to compensate." He turned to meet his friend's eyes. "You deserve a little happiness after everything. I get it, Cap."

A rush of air left the older man. "You don't know how good it is to hear you say that."

"That doesn't mean I'm not gonna hold this over your head until one of us finally bites the dust."

"Cap, did you say Tony? Your inventor friend?" a voice called out and Tony looked over. That voice sounded like —

"Holy shit," Tony breathed as Howard Stark rounded the corner.

___________

TBC

Notes: And to think I thought this chapter was going to be on the short side... I had a lot of fun with this one. Pepperony fluff, Iron Fam, and Tony realizing that Steve not only brought one person back from the 40's, but two... the other being his dad. I've been looking forward to this chapter for a long time lol Even more so the next chapter.

Next Time: Tony tries to process what's going on and Steve asks for help.

#Endgame fix it fic #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Howard Stark #Tony Stark #Pepper Potts #Morgan Stark #Peter Parker

4 notes · View notes

thedungeonmother · 14 days

Text

In this chapter, Aneira sees the painting of their father for the first time.

#writing #royal road #wip #serialized fiction #original series #death bringer

0 notes

timetrickster · 5 years

Note

amuse me for enoch (did i spell it right?) trying to cheer up justin

Location: The Holo Room AKA Enoch’s Room

She was like a child, as she stared at her holographic hand. Glistening neon light blue as it but looking closely it was see-through. Like glass but one can simply phase through such glass. Her right hand becomes a fist, commanding her extended body to form her physical body. Robotic but mismatched and broken, hand-me-downs you cold find in scrap depots on any old planet.

Although her physical body formed, parts continued to fall off. A chunk of her chest plate revealing circuitry and metal. The mechanics in her torso begin to malfunction and her right arm falls off. Frustrated with her broken body, she tries to mend the situation herself. Attempting to repair a fallen arm, the broken chest plate, and malfunctioning hips.

The attempt goes sideways, as her right arm disassembles completely. The clatter of robotic parts and cause a ruckus which catches Justin��s ears. His hearing was extremely heightened, hearing even the slightest of sounds. He walked in his face already worried and shocked to understand the situation.

“What happened?” He was quite worried.

“I was... I was attempting to form my physical body, but uh...”

“It broke?” His brows pushed together to indicate more worry.

“Yes...” Enoch felt sadness, she felt shame in front of her Captain.

He knelt upon the disassembled arm and hovered his hand over it. Knowing he gave her the hand-me-downs in the first place. He felt horrible in his heart.

“I’m so sorry, Enoch. I’m sorry I gave you old parts!” He screamed with emotions she did not calculate.

Her heart was too filled with worry for her dear Captain.

“Please, Captain. It’s okay.” She attempts to cheer him up.

It fails and his emotional outburst deflects her attempt.

“It’s not okay! You’re my friend and I should take better care of you. You’re this vessel and I should be more responsible.” He flapped his hands and arms about.

Eventually grabbing his face and groaning after getting flustered. Enoch attempts to comfort him one more time.

“We can find new parts for me. You don’t have to worry.”

His face lit up with a bright idea, he turns to her smile on his face. With that certain look on his face, she knew that face. That face of excitement, the face of adventure, ready to explore, he stands and holds his hand over his mouth.

“Enoch set a course. We’re going to Stark-11.” He rushed out the door.

She instantly knew where they were going, the information zapped into her brain instantly. Her jaw opened and eyebrows raised. Stark-11 she read in her database mind. The name of many planets in the universe with different designation numbers. The planets are known for their synthetic lifeforms, also known as robots, androids and so on. A place where Enoch can be free to be herself and a place where she can find a physical body that best suited her instead of scrapyard junk.

Location: Stark-11, City: Automata

The Eternity lands and Justin puts on his dark blue coat. Enoch stood next to him, still slowly falling apart. Her left leg gives out as it falls forwards and she slowly starts falling backward. Justin quick on his feet was able to catch her, he carries her toward a Repair Depot,

“Hi! Um... uh,” He was unable to speak, his nervousness and anxiety was a literal stopping force blocking every word he wanted to speak.

His breath heavy as the Starkon waited simply due to his synthetic nature. Enoch spoke first as she was a being of technology.

“We are in need of a new body for me. My dear, Captain is worried for my physical being. Even though I technically don’t need this body.” She says clearly.

The Starkon simply nodded and checked his databases.

“We have new bodies in stock and for an AI such as yourself, this shall be most rewarding. Please, follow me.” He walked off toward the right and allowed them to follow him.

They walked into a room full of robotic bodies. They were hollow puzzle pieces meant to be filled with glue.

“May she try on a body that she likes?”

“Of course, Sir.” He nods.

He looked toward Enoch with a smile and he nods. She nods back and he holographic body zooms into one model before her eyes. He noticed her happiness, as she was able to stand and float.

“This model, the COM37. Is equipped with the latest technology of Stark. Providing your AI, with flexible appendages as her arms and certain limbs can stretch.”

Enoch does the following as Justin listened to the Starkon Rep.

“Her feet have rocket propellers and is equipped with gadgets ranging from harmful to helpful.”

“That sounds amazing! How, how much is it?!” He asked eagerly.

“1 Million Credits.”

He was shocked, Justin was a traveler, money was one necessity he rarely used.

“Uh...” the nervousness returned to block his thoughts and words.

He looked to Enoch that worried face that she knew all too well.

“Please give me a minute.” He walks off and into a corner on the hallway.

Enoch rushed over knowing something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I could afford this model for you, Enoch.” He was distraught at the fact he couldn’t keep his promise to take care of his robotic friend. “I don’t use the Flora Kingdom’s money because I’d feel bad. Now I don’t... I don’t know what to do!” He screamed and cried.

Enoch knowing what to do hugs him instantly. She knew the sadness when this boy was about to cry. After all, she’s been there since the beginning.

“Don’t cry, please.”

“I’m sad that I can’t keep my promise to you... I’m supposed to take care of you. Now I’m just a failure.”

She was shocked by that word, she knew he wasn’t a failure. She knew that this boy wasn’t what he called himself. She smiled at the memories of Justin growing up and choosing her to be his friend.

“Remember the day you found me in the scrapyards on Chronos?”

“Yeah...”

“You choose me. An interface chip from the bowl labeled with my name on it.”

She could picture the memory, a little Time Walker boy holding on to the chip with her name on it. Smiling and happy that he was able to choose his own friend.

“You don’t have to make extreme moves to take care of me. I am happy. I’m happy because with you! My dear, Captain where ever you go, I am damn well glad to be with you.”

He smiled, he lacked any words but he needed those words of encouragement.

“Let’s go home, please. We can figure this out on our own.” She asked him, smile plastered on her glistening holographic face.

They both stand, Enoch returning to her brittle, hand-me-downs and they return to The Eternity.

He smiled at her before they take off and she too him when they do.

- Yes, you spelled it right! @cometworks

3 notes · View notes