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Tony is in the hospital after taking a hit meant for Steve. Steve visits him and is Bad at Feelings.
1.2k, angst with a happy ending, pining, getting together | on AO3
for the cheeseburger square on my @tonystarkbingo flash card
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Steve visited Tony in the hospital three times before he finally woke up.
Natasha had urged him, that first night, to go home, to shower, put something in his stomach, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Putting one foot in front of the other, carrying himself back to the Tower and, what? Making himself a sandwich like everything was okay? Steve couldn’t do that.
So instead he sat by Tony’s bed, looking at the tubes hooked up to him and listening to the constant, steady beeps of the machines all around him, straining to hear what the nurses were saying outside his room. Are you family? One of them asked kindly, sometime around three in the morning. Steve was groggy, half-asleep and worried out of his mind and he nodded, at first, then shook his head. Just a friend. She laid a hand on Steve’s shoulder then and part of him wanted to weep at the touch, the way she pressed gently and said, with confidence, You’re a good friend. I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you when he wakes up.
Steve clung onto it. When, she’d said. Not if.
*
The second day, with Natasha’s help, Steve did manage to get himself home. He showered for a long time, standing under the scalding spray until he felt raw, until the water ran cold over his shoulders and left him shivering.
When he got back to the hospital, Rhodey was there, and Thor and Natasha, again. Steve nodded at Rhodey, then folded himself in between Thor and Nat, didn’t pull away when Nat leaned in for a quick, one-armed hug. It wasn’t much, but it was something, enough for both of them. The monitors continued to beep. Continued to keep Tony alive while they waited and watched and worried.
It wasn’t your fault, you know that right?
A heavy sigh. A long pause, then a nod. I know.
Steve didn’t know that, though. She’s smart enough to realize he was lying through his teeth, but she didn’t press him.
It wasn’t. Come on, let’s go get some coffee.
The walk to the hospital cafe was quiet, just the sounds of their shoes on the linoleum and the bright, humming fluorescent lights to guide them. Steve sipped at his putrid coffee. Tony would hate this, he knew; bad coffee was one of his many pet peeves. He was still lost in thought when Nat broke the silence.
When he wakes up, you have to tell him.
Another nod. Steve didn’t trust his voice.
*
Tony looked so small laying in that hospital bed. That’s the thought that Steve kept coming back to. The Tony Stark in front of him was so at odds with the Tony Stark he’d come to know and—
No. A deep, shuddering breath.
He looked better today, that’s what the nurses said, anyway. It could be any time now that he woke up. The nurse from the first night was back again.
This is the worst part, isn’t it? The waiting game.
Yeah. I—. Yeah.
You’re a good friend.
Again she placed a hand on his shoulder. He thought of his mother, a nurse, too. Had she been this way with her patients? Knowing exactly what they need and when? Steve was sure she was. She’d had all that practice with him, after all.
Steve gave his best approximation of a smile. Thank you.
But was he a good friend? Tony was here because he took a hit meant for Steve. Steve, for his part, hadn’t moved quickly enough, was in fact, just seconds away when Tony went down, and now here they were. In a hospital, unsure when Tony would wake up. If he would wake up, Steve’s traitorous brain supplied. And, that’s not to mention the fact that Steve had been lying to Tony every day for the better part of a year now. Letting him think they really were just friends, that Steve wasn’t harboring feelings that were threatening to drown him.
But he would fix it. All of it. When Tony woke up.
Steve’s jaw felt tense enough to shatter.
*
Steve isn’t sure what makes him do it, but on the fourth day, he stops at Five Guys on his way to the hospital. He orders two cheeseburgers and nods, satisfied, as he makes his way to the hospital.
The nurse runs to Steve when he arrives, face lit up in a smile as she tells him, breathlessly: “Your friend is awake!”
It’s all Steve can do not to run to the room.
Tony still looks small. He’s still hooked up to far too many tubes, and the monitors continue their beeping, but Tony gives Steve a weak smirk as he enters the room, and Steve feels like his knees might give out beneath him.
He’s awake. He’s breathing and smiling at him and it might be a long road to recovery but he really will be okay.
“Hey, Cap,” Tony says, his voice raspy with disuse.
“Hi,” Steve says, and the word feels so small in the room between them. He lifts the bag to have something to say. “I brought you this.”
Tony’s smile widens. “Burgers? Steven, you truly are an American hero.”
Steve sets the bag down on the bedside table, then continues to stand there quietly, at war with himself. Surely he can’t just blurt out his feelings right here?
“So,” Tony says. “A little bird tells me someone wouldn’t leave my side this whole time. I’ve been out for almost five whole days now.”
Oh.
“Oh, uh, I mean, we’ve all been—” Steve sucks in a breath. Tony looks at him. “You scared me,” Steve says instead, meeting Tony’s eye.
“I’m sorry about that,” Tony says quietly.
Steve sits, perching in the same chair he’s spent so many hours in, dragging it as close to Tony’s bed as he can. “Don’t be. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that. It wasn’t your fault. How many times has our favorite Russian spy tried to tell you that since I’ve been out?”
Steve can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “A few,” he admits.
They’re quiet for another minute, Tony watching him, like he’s trying to decide something. He reaches over, taking Steve’s hand in his own. It’s warm and rough against Steve’s palm, and his heart lurches. Tony meets his eye, waiting, maybe, for Steve to pull back, give him a sign that this is wrong, all wrong. That he’d been waiting here in this room for so many days because he’s just a good friend.
Steve doesn’t.
Finally, Tony smiles again. “One of these is for you, right?” He looks at the burgers.
“Sure, if you don’t mind sharing,” Steve says.
“I’ve been known to make an exception here and there,” Tony says.
Steve ducks his head, then nods. He’d eat it one-handed, then, because he has no intention of letting Tony go. Not yet. Hopefully not ever.
They have a lot to talk about, he knows that. Tony has a long road to go before things are back to normal. But for now: cheeseburgers. And Tony’s hand in his, and the gentle beeping, reminding Steve again and again that Tony is alive, alive, alive.
#stevetony#stony#steve/tony#super husbands#stony fic#my fic#tonystarkbingo2020#steve is a disaster#but he's in love and worried okay#a taylor swift title because i am who i am
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Alarmed (Tony/Bucky)
BEEP BEEP BEEP
JARVIS's emergency alarm cut through Tony's music, flushing hot adrenaline through his veins. He jerked upright, having slid nearly flat in his chair while he thought. "What is it?" He was halfway to the armour before he'd even asked his legs to move.
"Dangerous volume of particulate matter detected in the tower," JARVIS replied.
"Shit. Inside the tower?" Tony flipped the faceplate down and ran a full diagnostic of his air filtration system. If there was a contaminant in the tower, the others might have already been affected. He needed to take the time to be careful.
"Sergeant Barnes' floor."
Tony stilled, on his way to the workshop door. "Bucky?" A new layer of adrenaline flushed over the first. He and Bucky hadn't spent an inordinate amount of time together since he'd moved to the tower, but all the time they had spent in the same room had felt charged. There was no other word for it. There was an instant and intense attraction, and Tony was pretty sure he wasn't the only one who felt it.
But Bucky was newly recovered after a course of care in Shuri's hands in Wakanda, and Tony didn't want to push anything. The thought of Bucky in danger, however, urged Tony into motion. He rattled off commands to JARVIS to shut down the air venting systems, rerouting filtration, and lock down three floors of the tower. JARVIS opened a port in the side window of the workshop, and Tony blasted through, shooting straight up towards Bucky's window.
Bucky's window opened automatically, and Tony cut through, corkscrewing through the air to slam to his feet in the middle of the open plan apartment.
James Buchanan Barnes was standing in the kitchen, dirty pans, bowls, and spatulas dotting the countertops, completely covered, head to foot, in flour.
Tony stared for a solid minute, and Bucky stared back, scowling, then Tony burst out laughing.
"Shut up," Bucky grumbled. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You have to! J locked the tower down, oh my god, Bucky. What are you doing?"
"I'm baking."
Tony snorted and was set off into wilder peals. "Baking what? A life-sized Hulk cake?"
Bucky glared, the effect somewhat dampened by the cloud of white hair sticking up around his face and the smears of flour over his cheeks. "I -" He rolled his eyes and folded down over the counter with a groan. "I squeezed. With the wrong hand. And the flour bag… exploded."
"Oh my god." Tony opened the suit and stepped out, laughing so hard he was struggling to draw air in. "I thought someone had released a biological weapon in your apartment," he squeaked out. "I was one order away from mobilizing the whole team."
"Oh, fuck, no. Tell me you didn't tell everyone else," Bucky begged. "Clint will never let me live this down. Steve will take my oven away."
Tony stepped into the kitchen to survey the destruction. The entire floor was white with flour. "I didn't tell anyone else. J - all emergency protocols cancelled, yes?"
"Yes, sir. My apologies for the overreaction."
Something niggled at the back of Tony's mind. A vague thought that JARVIS was a proven meddler and this did seem like a bit of an overreaction. Either his code was faulty, or he was putting a little too much I in AI. That was something to look into later. Right now…
"You need a hand?" Tony couldn't stop his grin, giddy, still coming down from the panic.
"I don't know what I need," Bucky whined mournfully. "Just hose down the whole apartment, I guess, me in it."
"How about, instead, you take a shower, and I'll get the broom out." Tony stepped a little closer, chewing the corner of his lip. "And then maybe I could hold the flour bag steady while you measure?"
Bucky's tongue darted out to brush over his bottom lip, eyes fixed on Tony. "I was baking muffins."
"I like muffins."
"Okay." Bucky watched him for a moment longer, then nodded to himself. "Okay." He shuffled off, leaving white footprints across the hardwood.
Tony pawed through the front closet until he found a broom. "Hey, J?"
"Yes, sir?"
"You know flour isn't a dangerous contaminant, right?"
There was an uncharacteristic pause. "Flour particulates in great number can be combustible. Dust fires have a vast and fatal history."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure."
But when Bucky came out of shower to check on Tony, clean and fresh and beautiful and wearing nothing but a towel… Well, Tony found it in himself to forgive his overinvolved AI.
Bingo deets under the cut
Tony Stark Bingo:
Title: Alarmed
Collaborator: FestiveFerret
Card Number: 3137
Square: S4 - Adrenaline Rush
Pairing: Tony/Bucky
Rating: T
Major Tags: Fluff
Wordcount: 770
StarkBucks Bingo:
Title: Alarmed
Collaborator Name: FestiveFerret
Square filled: I5 - Baking
Ship/Main pairing: Tony/Bucky
Rating: T
Major Tags: Fluff
Word count: 770
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Created for @tonystarkbingo, fill description under the cut
Title: Stars
Collaborator Name: hereandnowwearealive
Card Number: 3052
Square Filled: R4 - art format: complementary colors
Ship/Main Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
Major Tags: art fill
Summary: Image of Tony looking up at the stars
#tsb2020#tonystarkbingo2020#tony stark#marvel#my art#kinda fudged the complementary color thing but close enough#tonystarkbingo
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A crocheted little DUM-E, perfect for hugging!
For my @tonystarkbingo square A3 - Artificial Intelligence (card 3058).
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Prompt list 94. “Oh fuck it, will you marry me?” WinterIron. Pretty please !
Title: Somebody that I Used to Know
Written by: 3023 @tisfan
Square: T3 – Phone Sex
Rating: Teen and Up
Triggers/warnings: no archive warnings apply
Tags: Make-up Fic, Tony Stark has a Heart, post break up, texting your ex, references to phone sex
Created for: @tonystarkbingo
Word count: 1,547
Prompt: Fuck it, will you marry me?
Bucky Barnes wasn't sure when Brooklyn had become a stranger to him. When he didn't quite feel welcome anymore. That he didn't belong.
Too many changes, maybe. Not the superficial ones, like that bookstore being a cafe and the Wash-a-teria boarded over, or a new Bodega on the corner. But the changes to Bucky.
It's a two week job, he told himself. Two weeks and he'd go home again. This empty hotel room and looking over the skyline… being in the same city with him.
Of course, if Bucky hadn't been stalking his ex on social media for months now, he wouldn't know that. Not for certain. He took out his phone, considering the idea of ordering take away from their favorite place. New York was always going to remind him of Tony.
God, those had been some good times. Fucking great times, really. He remembered their last fight, when they decided it just wasn’t going to work, they were done. Bucky needed to make something of himself, get out from under Tony’s shadow, and Tony was insisting that Long Distance could work, but then he kept getting swamped with SI stuff and not coming out to visit, and it just wasn’t fucking worth it. The heartache and disappointment. But man, he’d loved the hell out of that man. No one else in the last few years had come even half as close.
He scrolled through his contacts. He had a new phone, but he always just transferred everything to the new device. He flicked the screen a little harder than he meant and the list scrolled way past Knish Nosh and Stark, Tony was there on the screen.
He probably didn't even have the same number anymore. Or wouldn't know who Bucky was. New phone, who dis. New life, do I even know you?
Thinking about getting Potato Knish. You hungry?
He hesitated and then hit send.
Tony probably wouldn't even answer him.
Good. It was probably for the best.
His phone buzzed. New text from Stark, Tony.
Am now.
Bucky? It's been ages. How TF you been?
Bucky was just starting to type in a reply when his phone rang. Stark, Tony.
“Hey,” Bucky said, trying not to put too much meaning into it. It wasn’t a shoulder touch and a lean in and bedroom eyes, Hey. It was just a hey, how are you? That kind of hey.
“Are you close enough to actually get knish?” Tony was talking really fast, tripping over his words like he was scared he wouldn’t have time to get them out.
“They certainly haven’t got knish in Indiana,” Bucky said. “Yeah, I’m in the city for a few weeks, on a job.”
“Oh,” Tony said, and there was a lot of weight in that oh. What did oh mean, Bucky wondered. Oh, as in that’s good to know, or-- “A few weeks, yeah, that’s good, that’s good. I mean, not-- I mean, you’ll be in the city for a few more days?”
Bucky’s eyebrow went up. So typical. “Let me guess, you’re out of town for some SI thing and--”
“Yeah, you know, it’s a thing,” Tony said hastily, instead of trying to make excuses, which is what he usually did. “I’m on the plane right now, as a matter of fact, gotta love that inflight wifi. Hey, do you remember, back when I was on that trip in Beijing and the wifi cut out right when we were having the most incredible phone sex?”
Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, and it was a bitter sort of laugh, because that had been the beginning of the end. He wouldn’t be so shallow as to say that being left hanging had been the whole reason, just that it was a symptom of the problem. And the problem was, Tony was never there. Which just made it easier for Bucky to leave. “Yeah, I remember.” But Tony had come home, and taken a whole week off, despite the fact that his personal assistant had been screaming about it, just to spend it with Bucky, to be there for his sister’s birthday.
Huh. Bucky’d sort of forgotten about that, really.
“Well, you know, it’s not knish,” Tony offered, “but I could entertain you, I bet. Those were the days weren’t they, Bucky? I’ve been thinking about you recently, glad you texted. You know?”
Tony Stark had been thinking about Bucky? “Phone lines go both ways,” Bucky said. “You could have dropped me a line.”
“Yeah, no, I didn’t think I wanted to hear you hang up on me,” Tony said. “In case I was just somebody you used to know.”
Bucky swallowed an absurd lump of guilt. “I would never,” he lied. It was a lie, because he didn’t know if he would have, back when they first broke up. But he had never, so it was still sort of the truth. “I-- I never hated you, Tony, you know that, right?”
“I know,” Tony said, and it was wistful and sad, and a little like Han Solo going into carbonite. God, Bucky was such a nerd.
Tony was, too.
“I missed you,” Tony said.
“Yeah, I missed you, too,” Bucky admitted. He had. “It-- Indiana wasn’t… I mean it wasn’t bad, you know. But-- it wasn’t you. I… okay. When will you be back in the city? You want to get knish with me?”
“I would love to,” Tony said. “Um, Thursday? I think I’ll be back on Thursday.”
“I can do Thursday.”
“Great, I’ll call you with details,” Tony said. “I-- I mean, I’ll see you then.”
Was Tony going to say “I love you”?
And if he was, did he mean it, or was it just leftover muscle memory from when they had signed off their calls with I love you.
“I know.”
*
“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” Tony said, looking up from his phone, “but--”
Bucky threw the paper down onto the hospital bed, along with a bundle of cheap, sidewalk-seller flowers. The petals went everywhere in a storm. “Business trip?”
Well, Pepper had tried to keep it out of the papers, but apparently someone with a telephoto lens had gotten him as he went into the hospital.
“It’s what we were telling everyone,” Tony said. “Stock takes a hit if I’m not fit and fantastic, which seems unfair to me, but SI employees thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of people, and if the stock tanks too much, then the board starts hounding me for layoffs.”
“You could have died,” Bucky said. With those dramatic eyes and his penchant for hyperbole, not to mention the sort of face that wrecked a thousand ships, Tony always wondered why his boyfriend -- ex, ex boyfriend -- hadn’t gone into modeling. Or acting.
“But I didn’t, and now I have a brand new tricuspid valve, and everything’s going to be fine. Assuming you don’t kill me,” Tony added.
Bucky threw himself down in the guest chair. He probably regretted that immensely, since Tony knew they weren’t very comfortable. “How long did you know?”
Tony didn’t try to play dumb. “That I had heart problems? About two years, now.”
Right before Bucky had left. He watched Bucky come to that conclusion.
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Honey, you-- you were leaving anyway, you wanted your dream and your career, and what sort of an asshole would I be if I made you stay here just because--”
“You were dying?” Bucky glanced at him, his entire heart in his eyes. “Tony, you could have told me.”
“Well, I’m telling you now,” Tony tried. It wasn’t a good attempt. He’d let Bucky leave. Practically driven him off, really, not wanting to be that guy, not wanting to spend the rest of their time wondering if Bucky was being nice because he wanted to, or because Tony was sick. Not wanting to emotionally blackmail the man he loved.
And, to be honest, wanting to make the break easier for Bucky. Didn’t want to leave him alone and mourning, if that happened. Tony had never been very good at that sort of thing.
“You asshole,” Bucky said.
“Well-established,” Tony agreed. “Look, I just--”
“I love you,” Bucky said. “I… you were putting the company ahead of me, that’s what I thought, and I know… I know your job is important, baby, but. All I wanted was to be first, and you-- you let me leave you when you were dying?”
“I’m not dying now,” Tony pointed out. “And I was going to meet you for knish on Thursday and tell you. I think I should get credit for that. I-- I just wanted… if it worked, if we could make it work, I wanted to be sure. I didn’t want you staying because I was smothering you.”
“Breathing free air in Indiana is not that damn important, Tony,” Bucky said. “I’ll quit, I’ll come home, whatever you want--”
“What?”
“Fuck it, will you marry me?” Bucky asked, then, because it was Bucky, and Tony, he added, “dumbass.”
“It’s pronounced Dumas.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” It was probably stupid and impulsive and rash, self-destructive and textbook narcissism. “I think-- I think we’ll be all right.”
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Happy late Birthday @tisfan !!!
I don’t usually draw Mer AUs ‘cause I ain’t a fan of them; but I drew this for you! I hope ya had a great day and enjoy this little OcTony! :V
Please don’t use, redistribute, or repost my artwork // Reblogs are okay! ♥
[Also gonna use for a bingo square, info under the cut]
Title: N/A
Collaborator Name: Trashcanakin
Card Number: 3031
Square Filled: T3 - Detailed Background
Ship/Main Pairing: Winteriron if ya squint
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: N/A
Summary: [Fanart] Octopus!Tony with a little winter soldier shark plush.
Word Count: N/A
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Here’s a no background version just ‘cause :P
#Birthday gifts#tonystarkbingo2020#tonystarkbingo#TSB2020#mermaid au#marvel#marvel fanart#fanart#pip pip doodly do#zain draws#zain's fav tag#Zain's TSB#my bingo#my tsb#fan art#art fill#digital art#digital artist#artists on tumblr#octopus!tony#tony stark#tony stark fanart#please don't repost my art anywhere!#reblogs are okay <3
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@buckybarnesbingo
Title: Targets Acquired - Mission Failed
Collaborator(s): ABrighterDarkness
Square (letter, number, and prompt): B3 - Stark Tower
Pairing/Main Ship: Tony & Bucky
Rating (Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit): T
Warnings/Triggers: WinterSoldier targeting Tony&Pepper, explosives set at the Tower
Summary:
The Asset has been given 24 hours. The target is the newly minted Iron Man and Stark Industries. They cannot be allowed to continue as they are and Insight is not yet ready.
But Stark knows he’s there, has hidden Potts and Hogan.
The Soldier flees. Stark follows ready for a fight that never comes.
Word Count: 55
@tonystarkbingo
Name of Piece: Targets Acquired - Mission Failed
Card Number: 4074
Name of Participant: ABrighterDarkness
Square Number: A3- Free
Rating: T
Pairing: Tony & Bucky
Warnings: WinterSoldier targeting Tony&Pepper, explosives set at the Tower
Summary:
The Asset has been given 24 hours. The target is the newly minted Iron Man and Stark Industries. They cannot be allowed to continue as they are and Insight is not yet ready.
But Stark knows he’s there, has hidden Potts and Hogan.
The Soldier flees. Stark follows ready for a fight that never comes.
@stb-bingo
Square Filled: G4 - Meet Ugly
#tonystarkbingo2020#tonystarkbingomarkiv#buckybarnesbingo#buckybarnesbingo2020#bbb2020#moodboard#Bingo Fill
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Back Rub
@tonystarkbingo Von_Gelmini, card # - 3139
Title: Back Rub
Square Filled: A2 - Backrubs/Massages
Ship: Starker, Tony Stark/Peter Parker
Rating: M
Major Tags: College Student Peter Parker
Card below the cut
“Pete, will you, for the love of god, lie still?”
Peter chuckled softly. “I heal, you know.”
“Yes. And you’re not wounded. You’re just tense as all fuck.”
“I should be the one giving you a backrub. You don’t know the meaning of the words ‘self care’.”
“Sure I do. Self care is a steak dinner, a ’46 Macallan, and this fine ass right here for dessert.” Tony reached behind him from where he was straddling Peter’s waist and gave said ass a smack. “Now shut up and lie still while I give you a back rub.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, pitching his voice high like it used to be.
“Don’t you start with me, Parker,” Tony warned. He kneaded Peter’s shoulders, working his thumbs deep into the knotted muscles. The combination of exam week, taking a hard hit by a gang of thugs, and then following that up with a twenty story drop when his webs slipped, had taken its toll. Tony worked his fingers down Peter’s back, first stimulating the skin before starting to work each muscle group.
Peter hated to admit it, but it was working. To get better leverage, Tony slid down to straddle his thighs instead of his waist, leaning over his ass to reach his shoulders again, putting his weight into it.
“I see your nefarious plan, Tony,” he teased.
“My only nefarious plan is to get you so relaxed you fall asleep in my bed and don’t try to make it back to your dorm room.”
“So I was right, you do want to sleep with me.” Peter’s laugh was soft and came with a sigh when Tony started to rub in tight little circles.
“Yes, baby. Sleep. As in eyes closed, doing that cute little snore you have, and drooling all over my pillowcase.” He started doing lobster pinches up from Peter’s waist.
“I do not drool,” Peter argued, his voice thick with exhaustion.
“Yeah you do, beautiful.” He felt Peter sinking softly into the pillowtop and his touch lightened.
“Don’t snore either.”
“Um hmm. Whatever you say, baby.”
“You snore,” Peter said after a very long pause.
Tony leaned over Peter’s back and kissed the nape of his neck and ran his hands lightly down the boy’s arms. “Yep. I know. I’ve had the leg bruises to prove it from when you kick me awake.” His words went unheard. Peter was doing that soft snoring that he’d sworn he didn’t do. Probably drooling too. Tony moved Peter’s arm into a more comfortable position and curled up against his side, arm draped over the boy’s waist. He put a light kiss on Peter’s now very relaxed shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, knowing that Peter was sleeping.
“I love you too,” he heard a few minutes later, when Tony himself was starting to drift off. Maybe he was dreaming already. Yeah, that was it.
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"Please! Don't do this!" Tony shrieked from the floor of the helicopter; wings pinned.
It was useless, HYDRA didn't care; they only wanted to hurt Steve, and what better way than killing his best friend.
Tony's blood went cold when his eyes locked with Bucky's. He couldn't hear anything, but he knew he was yelling, struggling in their hold.
Even with Bucky's super strength, he wouldn't survive a fall from this height.
They felt the bond click into place right as Bucky was tossed out. It was both shocking and a relief.
Wings sprouted from Bucky's back.
He was safe.
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Made for @tonystarkbingo 🖤
Title: Wings of Change
Collaborator Name: Trashcanakin
Card Number: 3031
Link: Here
Square Filled: R3 - Forced Soulbonding
Ship/Main Pairing: Winteriron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: Violence, Consent issues
Summary: AU where people are born with a superpower, and bonded pairs share each other's powers.
Word Count: 100 [Drabble]
Will probably do more with this, when I have the time sjsjsj
#winteriron#tonystarkbingo2020#tonystarkbingo#tsb2020#my tsb#zain drabbles#zain writes#forced soulbonding#consent issues#i planned somethin' bigger for this but ran outta time rip
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Title: Nanites and Negotiation
Collaborator Name: Wiggle/Rise-Up-Ting-Ting-Like-Glitter
Card Number: 3086
Square Filled: R5 Tentacles
Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron
Rating: M
Major Tags: suggestion of kink
Summary: The nanite armour had never been intended for sex. Tony wanted that on the record.
Word Count: 371
The nanite armour had never been intended for sex.
He wanted that on the record.
Tony flicked the small demonstration of nanites into the shape of a fist. He used them to pick a bolt up, throw it in the air and catch it. James was pressed against him, arms around his middle, chin hooked over Tony’s shoulder to watch. Tony was reluctant to break the hold, so when he called the nanites over he only covered his hand and forearm.
The nanites danced against his palm in a wave, then Tony turned them into a perfect cube, a repulsor, a flower.
James ducked his head into Tony’s neck when he offered it. Alien invasions, heavy artillery, facing down a senate committee; none of these things fazed James. A flower from his boyfriend and suddenly he was shy.
“No, thank you.” James said firmly.
Tony let the flower go. He flared the nanites out a little, showing off. The stem thickened, split, danced for a minute, spinning in Tony’s palm like the coordinated limbs of an octopus—
The interest behind him changed suddenly.
“What have you got there?” The tone was distinctly different, Bucky now, talking silky and low, his lips dragging over the skin where Tony’s shoulder met his neck. He pressed more firmly into Tony, reaching for the spinning tentacles with his metal arm.
“That was sudden.” Tony let the metal appendages grow, eliminating the gap between Bucky’s hand and the nanites. He made them as smooth as possible. They should almost feel like liquid.
“It could have scared him.” Bucky pressed his hips more solidly into Tony’s. Hello, Tony was the only one growing something. “Think he might just’a known how much I’d want to see. How strong are they?”
Bucky tried to pull the arm back, Tony wrapped one nanite tentacle around his wrist thick and heavy and held it in place. The other ones flitted in and out, petting and caressing, making a show out of it.
“Fuck,” Bucky said, all the silk in his voice turned husky. He pressed into Tony’s backside again, “Think you could hold me down?”
#winteriron#tsb#Tony Stark Bingo#wee teaser fills#tentacle flirting?#ASK NOT ABOUT THE EDITING#we are kinda in a hurry over here#suggests lemon#we are on the lemon scale#pre-lemon?#Tonystarkbingo2020#tsb2020
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A Bakery Bodyswap
A @tonystarkbingo photo story
Meet Tony. Classic Iron Man red and gold on the outside. What flavor is he? Why, coconut of course!
Tony likes to pose, let’s see some more pictures.
Under all that flashy color, Tony has a secret inner core...
....of coffee! That coffee cream is the only thing keeping his soft self together. Notice how without the stiff protection of his golden armor, he’s starting to fall apart!
Now I’d like to introduce you to another cupcake character: Bucky.
Bucky, as the Winter Soldier, is all hard, shiny metal. You can see the dark blue of that coat he wore back when he was Sergeant Barnes of the Howling Commandos though, no matter how hard that HYDRA metal is trying to take over.
His flavor is cinnamon because under that hard shell, he’s a soft cinnamon roll, and we all know it.
What’s Bucky’s filling, you ask? Plums! That’s right, he finally got his plums, and they’re delicious!
So, one day, Bucky and Tony were on a mission together.
And then...
They were hit by a spell! Tune in to the reblog to find out what happened!
Title: A Bakery Bodyswap
Card Number: 3003
TSB Square: S5
Ship: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark or Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark as you prefer
Rating: G
Tags: Bodyswap, baking, photo story, food, images of food
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Craft: IronJelly
Sometime last month, I was doing my a-little-over-fortnightly food shop, and I happened across cheap super cheap crochet sets in the supermarket I was in. I’d never crocheted before, but for once my hey, how hard can it actually be? attitude to crafts and DIY actually paid off and after figuring out the basic stitches I jumped straight to googling ‘free crochet patterns’. This is my second project, and I’m pretty happy with it, even if he does look a little mean (I’ve made a large handful of different animals since then, and I’ve yet to stitch on better eyes than these).
And so, I present without further ado, the IronJelly!
See below the cut for more, including a link to the pattern and my @tonystarkbingo fill details.
The basic pattern came from here, though I fiddled with it a bit to add the colour changes and the ruffle and the pretty arc reactor underside.
Title: IronJelly
Collaborator Name: eachpeachpearplum
Card Number: 3027
Link: https://dreaminglypeach.tumblr.com/post/620178998709960704/craft-ironjelly-sometime-last-month-i-was-doing
Square Filled: A3 - Free square
Ship/Main Pairing: N/A
Rating: G
Major Tags: crochet, jellyfish
Summary: IronJelly aka Peach’s adventures in crochet
Word Count: N/A
#tonystarkbingo2020#crochet#my craft#iron man#i shall call him squishy#and he shall be mine#and he shall be my squishy
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Steve falls in love with Tony right away, but he's sure Tony doesn't return his feelings. When things between them sour further, Steve takes reckless to a new level.
Music: Sail by AWOLNATION
Footage property of Marvel Studios
Edited by FestiveFerret
Tony Stark Bingo:
Collaborator Name: FestiveFerret
Card Number: 3137
Prompt: R1 - Music
Ship: Steve/Tony
Rating: T
Major Tags: Angst, Mutual Pining
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Created for @tonystarkbingo, fill description under the cut
Title: The Tower
Collaborator Name: hereandnowwearealive
Card Number: 3052
Square Filled: T1 - picture of Stark Tower
Ship/Main Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
Major Tags: art fill
Summary: Image of Stark tower, with Iron Man about to land
#tonystarkbingo2020#tsb2020#tony stark#marvel#my art#i'm not sure what possessed me to combine something i never draw with a style i never use#throw two things i haven't practiced at all into a blender#it'll be fine#tonystarkbingo
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DUM-E is dressed up and ready for next Halloween!
For my @tonystarkbingo square S3 - Dragons (card 3058).
(Keep reading for bonus pictures!)
DUM-E the Fire(extinguisher) Breathing Dragon!
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Title: Genus and Species
Collaborator Name: @27dragons & @tisfan
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26030251
Square Filled:
Tony Stark Flash Bingo (Aug) - Thanos (both)
Starkbucks Bingo - I3: “I got nothing” (27dragons), O4: Time Travel (to the Future) (tisfan)
Ship/Main Pairing: Bucky/Tony
Rating: G
Major Tags & Triggers: None
Other Tags: Time Travel, Established Relationship, Dinosaurs, Robots
Summary: Tangling with Thanos has landed Bucky and Tony somewhere -- or somewhen -- they don’t know. No, Tony, you can’t bring the dinosaur home and keep it as a pet.
Word Count: 1703
For @tonystarkbingo and @starkbucksbingo
When Bucky opened his eyes, all he could see was green in all directions. At first he thought that was just the remainder of the Time Stone’s power. Thanos had done… something. No one quite knew what because the battle had been so confusing; the Power Stone blasting purple rays everywhere, the Space Stone moving people out of position, lord only knew what was happening with the Reality Stone. And then there had been a great, green wave of energy--
“Ug,” said someone nearby. It took Bucky a moment to clear his thoughts enough to identify it: Tony. “I feel like a Pride parade just swallowed me whole and then puked me out.” A pause. “Why are we in a jungle?”
“I got nothing,” Bucky said, rolling over to look at Tony. The Iron Man suit was pretty banged up, souvenirs of the battle. “I think-- I’m not sure. Strange was yelling something about a time vortex. It’s hard to understand him under normal circumstances.” Thanos had zapped Bucky with the Mind Stone at least three times, somehow sensing the Winter Soldier would be easier to control.
Bucky did not appreciate it.
Tony made some kind of noise that was hard to interpret through the suit’s speakers, and then retracted the helmet to look around. “Okay, well, those are deciduous trees, so we haven’t been thrown back more than three hundred million years or so.”
“There are jungles all over the world,” Bucky said, grumbling and getting to his feet. He might only look about thirty-five or so, but there were days he felt all one hundred of his years. Knees. Knees were a thing. Also, poor design. “Any signal?”
Tony made a face and then reformed the helmet. “...Some,” he said. “Nothing I can hook into right away, but there’s something out there.”
“Right, Mulder,” Bucky snarked. “All right, we do this the old fashioned way.” He dug out a set of binoculars and hung them around his neck. “You stay down here, you’re too colorful. Any sniper in the area might want to take a stab at you.” He didn’t necessarily disinclude himself on that list, but the sort of stabbing he had in mind was generally not for polite company. He looked around for a good, tall tree and scrambled up, swinging himself from branch to branch. When he got high enough, he paused, waiting for the wind, so it wouldn’t just be one tree shaking like crazy.
Finally, he breached the canopy and could get a look around.
Jungle.
More freaking bush than he’d seen since Cambodia.
Trees, and trees, and more trees. In the distance, he made out a mountain (also covered in trees) and a break in the trees that was either a road or a river.
Something was moving.
Bucky turned the binocs in that direction. Something big was moving. Trees swayed and crunched. Something really damn big. Bucky could feel the vibrations of its footsteps in the tree he was clinging to.
“Clear,” he yelled, and then just let go. He could handle drops up to fifty feet without too much trouble, and the ground here was soft and springy.
He’d just reached Tony’s side when the something fucking roared. Like a tiger crossed with an elephant and the size of a blue whale.
“That’s a dinosaur,” Bucky said with forced calm. “We should get the heck to shelter, like, yesterday.”
“What kind of dinosaur?” Tony wondered. “Might be an herbivore. That would be cool, actually.”
“May I remind you that the current contenders for biggest, meanest land animals are moose and hippos, and they’re both herbivores,” Bucky said. “Can we do something productive, like finding a cave, or an overhang, before it sees us, and decides we’re lunch?”
“Oh, fine.” Tony tossed a couple of microcameras up onto the trees where they clung like particularly bright insects, then turned in a slow circle. “Infrared suggests some hollow rock in that direction,” he said, pointing. “If there’s not a natural entrance, we can make one.”
Bucky nodded, then took point. It bothered him a little that there wasn’t someone taking up the rear between Tony and whatever was out there, and reminded himself that Tony was an experienced fighter, and he had a suit of armor, which was pretty damn tough.
The whatever it was sped up, moving at them-- Bucky tipped his head to one side while he ran the math. Nearly thirty miles per hour. Bucky picked up the pace a little bit. On flat ground, Bucky could run almost sixty miles per hour, but this was not flat. Nor was it a good plan for him to expend that much energy before they had any idea what they were up against, or if there was much in the way of food in the nearby vicinity.
“Got your cave, ten o’clock,” Bucky said. There was a bit of a clearing and then they could squeeze in, one at a time. “How far back does it--”
Bucky stopped as the -- freaking hell -- dinosaur came crashing out of the jungle, about six meters high and full of teeth.
“That,” he said, firmly, “is a dinosaur. I don’t care what you just said about the deciduous thingies.”
“There were deciduous trees long before there were dinosaurs,” Tony said distractedly. He was looking up at the dinosaur, his head cocked. “It’s not a dinosaur, though.”
“Okay, you go out and tell it that it don’t exist,” Bucky snapped. “If it’s going to eat us, does species really matter?”
“The species doesn’t matter,” Tony said. “What matters is that it’s a robot. I don’t think we’ve gone back in time at all. I think we went forward.”
Bucky stared at him. “I fail to see how this is an improvement in any way.” Probably worse, honestly. Dinosaurs were at least skin and bone and nerve endings. And most living things were afraid of fire.
“Dinosaurs are your department, sweetheart,” Tony said. “Robots are mine. Get in the cave and stay out of its sight.” Without waiting for a response, he launched into the air, a wide, spiraling path that would take him around the dinosaur-robot-thing a few times before he reached the level of its head.
Bucky slid into the shadows where he could still watch, sighing. “If you bring back a giant dino-shaped robot from the future as a pet and say ‘can we keep it’ I promise you, Steve is gonna kill you.”
“Not if my pet dino-robot eats him first,” Tony said cheerfully, even as he swerved to avoid the thing’s lunging bite. He dipped and spun and wound up clinging to the dino-robot’s back.
The dino-robot was extremely unamused by the sudden disappearance of its prey. It whirled and snapped, clipping several branches as big around as Bucky’s arm with all the ease of a hedge-trimmer.
Tony was muttering under his breath, technical terms that made no sense even when Bucky knew what they meant, because they weren’t connected to each other, just little fragments of sentences and thoughts, punctuated with occasional grunts as the dinosaur made various attempts to dislodge him.
“You got an EMP grenade?” he called down after what seemed like hours and was probably no more than a minute or two.
Bucky stuffed his left hand into his satchel, the sensor array in his fingertips cataloging his equipment neatly. “Two. You want me to throw it, or lend it to ya?” EMP grenades were pretty good against Doombots, their occasional throw downs with raging maniacs like Doc Ock, and more than a few times against the US military who had a perpetual boner for shooting at the Hulk.
“Toss it up here,” Tony said. “This thing runs on a-- oof! --slightly different frequency than the ones we’re used to, I need to do a mod.”
“I don’t know about you, smart-guy,” Bucky said. He dashed across the clearing, rolling when he got to the far side, “but I am not used to giant robo-dinosaurs.” He threw the grenade with such precision that Tony only had to hold out his hand to be able to catch it.
“Perfect, good throw,” Tony said, because he was consistently amazed at Bucky’s aim. (And Clint’s, if Bucky had to be honest.) He let go of the dinosaur’s back and shot up higher into the sky, just out of its reach, hovering in the air as he retracted one gauntlet and started fiddling with the grenade.
After snapping uselessly at Tony a few times, the dino seemed to realize there was something else under its feet. A large snout bent down to snort at Bucky, who promptly punched it in the nose with his left arm. “Bad dino-bot, no biting,” Bucky scolded. The snout didn’t even seem damaged. Crap, that was probably bad.
The dino-bot did not smell like a robot. It smelled like rotting meat, probably the result of whatever it had caught in its teeth.
“Almost done!” Tony called. “Hang in there!”
“Whatever you’re doing, do it faster!”
The dino-bot made another lunge for Bucky that he was barely able to dodge by diving behind a large tree. And then he had to roll out of the way again when the dino’s attack knocked the tree over.
The dino roared again. Why did a robot have to roar? That seemed entirely unnecessary.
But as it did, Tony swooped down and chucked the EMP into its mouth, then dropped the rest of the way to the ground to get between it and Bucky. “--two, one.”
“You make a pretty good shield,” Bucky muttered, putting his shoulder to Tony’s spine. They’d discovered a few times, the hard way, that the arm wasn’t always too great at dealing with EMPs either, but the suit made for a good Faraday cage.
The dino-robot closed its mouth, made an entirely biological hiccup sound, and then--
WHUMP!
The mouth dropped open.
Very slowly, the dino-bots legs folded--
And it fell over, crushing more trees and wrecking the landscape.
“Well, that’s that, then,” Tony said. “Unless, of course, there are more of them out there. We should probably work on finding a way home so we can kick Thanos’ butt.”
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