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I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️

Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️

also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.

On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark

Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader

Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 6.6K

A/N: I didn't proof read it honestly, I was just excited to publish it. I'm going to double check it sometime tomorrow and edit it later! ❤️

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Being a Stark isn't always easy.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing.

It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it's something you're used to at this point.

All your life there just wasn’t room for failure.

When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it.

His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.

Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it.

You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying.

After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection, which you always worked hard to provide.

All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you. Which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him.

All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.

That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.

You don't know why, maybe he just hates you and likes to humiliate you, but it seems like he always has something to say about your performances.

It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before.

You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death.

It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which you then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened.

The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’.

Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place.

Then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.

When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet.

Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink.

You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.

"Didn’t realize I had an audience." you said, while moving towards them.

"Well, you should with the way you move out there." the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.

"Sorry about him. My name’s Steve," the blonde said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him. "and this jerk here is Bucky." He pointed at his friend, who seemed to suddenly remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.

"Is this your first time skating here?" Bucky asked "I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours." he then added, making you blush.

"I usually only come here for competitions, but-" before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming "Stark!" making the boys turn around to look at her.

"Romanoff!" you greeted her, laughing.

Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before. He mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.

You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend.

You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go.

All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing.

And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.

Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life.

It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted.

If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet.

You wanted to keep doing skating competitions, therefore all the free time that you had during college was spent skating. And so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed.

You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep yourself a bit more occupied.

It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare.

Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance, as far as you were concerned.

You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam, another friend of theirs that you quickly became friends with, and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.

Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence. Instead he said "Hey Stark, can we talk?"

"Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?" you say while starting to put down the cones you'll need for your next class.

"You know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?" he asks, following behind you. You think he looks nervous, which you find weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.

"Yeah, what about it?" You stop what you’re doing and turn around towards him, too curious to not give him all your attention.

"Well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner.,," he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.

"Don’t you usually team up with Nat?" you ask him.

"I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…" he explains, still not going to the point.

"Where are you going with this, Barnes?" You ask, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still have things to do before your next class.

"Are you really going to make me ask?" he almost whines and, when you merely raise your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally gets to the point of his interruption. "Fine. Will you be my partner?"

Although you suspected where he was going, it's still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answer him though, you feel the need to tell him "You know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions."

"I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner." at your confused look, he elaborates "You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met." he finishes.

That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him "You don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner."

"Why would you think I’m lying?" he says while having the audacity to look confused at your anger.

"You do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?"

"Just because I criticize you, doesn��t mean I don’t think you’re good!" he says it like was the most obvious thing in the world. "Please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please." he adds at the end, just for good measure.

To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes.

He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this.

Boy, were you wrong.

For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining.

All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning.

You also found out that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation.

All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire.

It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your natural Stark sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.

But you somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T.

Or almost.

"Damn it." you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump.

The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing.

A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.

"Seriously, Stark?!" He almost yells while skating closer to you. "Why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?"

Like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.

"Let’s just try this again." You say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position.

Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod at Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again.

Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay.

You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.

You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this.

You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top.

Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says, "We don’t have to go again. We can stop here for today." his voice much quieter than it's ever been before, which only fuels your anger more.

"The competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right." You snapped, letting him see you angry for the first time since you started training.

He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music.

All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did.

You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice.

You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus.

You can hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you can make out Bucky's voice saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.

Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay.

You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.

You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.

"Hey junior, are you okay?" you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, it's a compliment!’

"I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days." you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.

"Good. Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks, taking a seat beside your bed.

"Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings." you tell him, not daring to look in his eyes.

"Pushing yourself too hard?"

He surprises you with this question, but you promptly answer it. "If I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough."

You can’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you feel his hand on yours you force yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there's no hint of disappointment.

"You know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you." he wipes a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and keeps going. "I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific."

"What do you mean?" you ask, sniffling a bit.

"I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids."

You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long.

You hug him and say "Thanks, dad. I needed that more than I thought."

You let go of him and tell him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you.

Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty good at reading between the lines.

By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.

"Well, sounds like he’s really something." that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.

In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home.

"You know…" he starts "little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do." he says.

"Yeah, boys are stupid, so what?" you deadpan and he laughs then surprisingly says "Exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you." he says, clearly happy with where he ended.

"Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?" You raise an eyebrow at him.

"This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother." and with that he leaves with a wink, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up enough to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.

You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company.

The day before the competition you've enough and convince Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there.

When you get there you can hear music but you don’t think much of it until you get right in front of the door and realize it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you open the door and what you see makes your jaw drop.

There they are, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine.

You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you cannot take your eyes off of them, that is until you hear someone beside you say "they’re good, aren’t they?"

You turn your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seems apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.

Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers.

"Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt." Feeling like you have enough information, you turn back to the ice.

You watch them work in sync, almost like they're connected by wires and one can’t move without taking the other with them.

You watch as Bucky picks up Nat effortlessly and throws her like she's made of air. You watch as she moves so gracefully that it's almost surreal. You see her land every jump perfectly.

Again. And again. And again.

Every jump, every twist, every second you watch them something inside you brokes more.

You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months.

Maybe it was the fact that they're using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you feel replaced.

Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even closer.

They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he is at how fast she picked up everything, how glad he is that she showed up when she did.

Then it hits you.

Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled...

He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.

Suddenly, it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once.

It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha.

It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you.

Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat. To everyone but you really.

And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other.

She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much.

She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice.

Of course she was Bucky’s choice.

You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and hear Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

You look at Steve and Sam and all you want to do is get out of here. It was already a miracle you weren’t already crying.

Without saying a word you turn around and walk away as fast as you can with the damn stump on your foot. You aren’t fast enough though, because halfway to the door you hear Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.

For a second you think you hear something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismiss the idea and try to keep going, but then you feel his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him.

His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away.

"What’s wrong?" he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him.

You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.

"Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you." she nods towards your foot "Sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy."

You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say "I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent."

All he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.

You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered.

Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall down your cheeks as you turn away.

You decide not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night.

Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it.

Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be.

Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.

He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve, who puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.

"You know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to." Steve tells his anxious friend.

"You know I have to Steve. Otherwise Fury won't let me do other couples competitions."

"I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now." Steve points out while frowning.

"I’m not the one that chooses the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason." Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday.

Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent.

It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way... Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it.

He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you.

The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world.

Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town.

He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you.

Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right?

Bucky is pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.

"Well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week." at his words Bucky's just as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.

"I didn’t…" then it hits him. "I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!"

"Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize." Bucky knows the blonde is right.

It will take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he has to at least try to make things right.

He stands up suddenly, startling Steve, and says, "you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?"

Steve is confused, but answers with a slow "yeah, why?" but Bucky gives no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff.

When Steve puts together what his friend is hinting at, he quickly says "I didn’t mean right now!"

"No time like the present! Go change." he says, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms.

"Buck, if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!"

"I don’t care!" he yells, basically running out the door and ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could.

Every thought in his head, though, is instantly forgotten as he comes to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink.

There, at the bottom, is you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he feels.

After a few moments of just looking at each other, you can’t take it anymore and decide to break the silence. "I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know."

When he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going.

"What are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?" that seems to snap him out of it and he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here.

When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks. "I was gonna come looking for you." your brows furrowed in confusion.

"why?"

"I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it..."

You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. "You felt insecure? Why?"

"Because you’re you!" he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and startling you a bit. "I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you... I still don’t."

You don't know what to say, but you aren't running for the hills so Bucky keeps talking. "I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you."

Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. "Wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!"

He chuckles a little while saying, "I’d be more worried about Fury."

"Fury?" You're confused again. "Why would you be worried about Fury?"

"He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs."

"I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?" You're more confused than ever.

"It was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you." he says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you." he adds, shrugging.

"really?" you can’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ "But you and Nat work much better than you and I do."

"perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate." He says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.

"I don’t hate you." you say, almost too fast.

His eyes snap back up to yours. "You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you."

"Sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction." you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.

"I distract you?" he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek.

You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your skin. "Don’t get cocky with me, Barnes."

He laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.

"Fine." you sigh. "Yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes... I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father."

He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. "So I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh." he says making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, you very much should be." you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist.

"You distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see..." He sighs. "I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters."

You pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding with a smile, so he adds, "What about right now?"

"Slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first." you giggle at his pout while you take his hand and lead the way inside.

When you take a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there's no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face. His arm goes immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greet Sam that had a knowing grin of his own.

You watch your friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise. You really are proud of them, and you make sure to tell them when they are close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.

"Maybe after we can all go out to eat something." Steve suggests, still slightly out of breath.

"I’m sorry, punk. I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world." Bucky answers without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face.

Steve chuckles at how whipped his friend already seems to be, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores.

Second place, not bad for a last minute thing.

As you cheer for your friends while they're given their medals, Bucky leans down and whispers in your ear "we would’ve come first."

You burst laughing and Bucky known in this exact moment that he would do anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life.

You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his "We totally would’ve."

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Inferior Flames (1)

MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, lil cute moments

description: Your father wants you to knock Peter down a peg. OR Peter is bitter because you’re an Avenger and he’s not.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: Tony Stark being your father is already a warning as to how ridiculous he could be lol, mentions of Spider-Man: Homecoming, references from Captain America: Civil War, idk where this would fit in the MCU timeline per se b/c I’ve only recently started watching all the Marvel movies.

a/n: maybe it’ll be a series? idk, if you like it, lemme know!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Firefly, I need a favor.” Your father plopped onto the couch next to you, so you paused your show with the TV remote.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your body to give him your undivided attention.

“You know Spiderling, Spider-Boy?”

“Peter Parker, Spider-Man? Yes. How do you still not know his name?”

“My names are better.”

“Uh huh. Wait, he’s the one that rejected your proposal to become an Avenger.” You nudged him with your elbow, flashing a smirk.

“No, no. I don’t do rejection.”

“But he did turn you down.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to alleviate his frustration. “Sure. Whatever. Anyway, the kid wants to be an Avenger now. Been texting Happy nonstop about when’s the next mission and he’s wanting to see me tomorrow.”

You blinked twice and stayed quiet, a blank stare on your face as to why this was an issue. When he didn’t say anything, you gestured for him to elaborate.

“I don’t think he’s ready,” he added, crossing one arm over the other.

“You’re serious? Dad, you’ve never shut up about him ever since you gave him the suit. Even when I was abroad, I’ve seen what he can do. He’s amazing. You wanted him to be an Avenger.”

“I’m aware. But he said no and now… the ball is in my court.” The shit-eating grin on his face was soon replaced with a chuckle that sounded almost sinister.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he turned me down and now he wants me back. God, I’m making him sound like an ex-girlfriend.” He shivered in disgust and you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I get to turn him down now. It’s great.”

“So you’re turning him down because he turned you down first. Petty much?”

“Hey, that is not what’s going on here.” He turned his attention to the paused TV screen instead of meeting your judgmental gaze.

“Dad, that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re really letting your pride stop you from recruiting someone as amazing as Spider-Man? Let Peter join.”

“What, are you in love with him or something? You think he’s so amazing?” he asked while doing jazz hands at the word “amazing.”

You wouldn’t call it love; it was more along the lines of admiration. During your time abroad, your father filled you in on all his adventures and antics so if anything, it was his fault as to why you were somewhat enamored with Spider-Man. Deep down, you knew your father adored Peter, so it was only natural you did too.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“You can’t date anyone until you’re 21.”

“I’m telling Mom you’re being ridiculous.”

“I already told your mom and we’ve already established that I’m ridiculous,” he said proudly, as if it was a badge of honor.

“You told me you were proud of his decision to lay low.”

“I am. I was. But now the tables have turned and what kind of person would I be if I let him in so easily? The others think I’m crazy recruiting a 15 year old.”

“16 now actually,” you corrected.

“God, this is like deja-vu.”

You giggled. “I’m the same age as him and you’ve been wanting me to join too.”

“Don’t remind me. You were the first person to ever turn me down and I’m still recovering. I’m waiting for you to crawl back and beg me, saying ‘Dad, please! Let me be an Avenger!’ Like the kid is doing now,” he said, using a high-pitched voice when he was imitating you.

“Good luck with that. I have no interest in being an Avenger.”

“See,” he said, pointing his index finger at you, “that right there is why I need your help.”

You crossed your arms in the same way he did, skeptical of where he was going with this. “Go on.”

“I want you to pretend to be another recruit who wants to be an Avenger. I’ll tell him there’s only one position and make him work for it.”

“Dad…” you said sternly.

“What? He doesn’t know you’re my daughter. And I’m trying to protect him too. The kid’s been going off doing things on his own and not thinking clearly. He can wait on becoming an Avenger.”

“He stopped Vulture. He kept looking for those weapons when no one else would.”

“He’s reckless.”

“You’re using me to make him jealous.”

“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m also looking out for him.”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s coming here tomorrow and I want you to battle him. If he beats you, he’ll get to join.”

“This is so stupid.”

“It’s genius, really.”

“You’re making a kid fight for something that you already want to give him.”

“No. Not yet.”

“You know he can’t beat me.”

Your father leaned in and pecked you on the forehead. “Exactly. Him losing will help him work harder to be better. This’ll give him that push he really needs. So will you help me?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to fight Peter Parker and make sure he loses just so he doesn’t get to become an Avenger even though deep down, you want him to be one?”

“Precisely.”

“That’s the stupidest idea ever. And it’ll hurt his feelings.”

“No, it’ll build character. He needs to understand it’s not that simple. You can’t ask to become an Avenger and get it.”

“... But he can… because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

“He turned me down so it’s only fair that he proves to me how much he wants it. Like a test. I’m testing him.”

“No. Dad, I’m not doing that.”

“I’ll enroll you in school right now instead of waiting for the following year.”

You sighed, contemplating his ridiculous proposition. He had adopted you when you were 10 on one of his missions overseas and has kept you a secret from the public. As much as it pained him, he could not bring you home right away because you required guidance on using your powers responsibly. You had to remain abroad for a while longer until the adoption forms went through and your mentors felt you were ready to leave the tiny village where you resided.

However, he and his wife Pepper, kept in touch and always checked in. He showed up every birthday and made it his mission to be a part of your life. Now that you were in high school and your powers were restored, he flew you into New York City right away.

It’s been a few months since your transition and you absolutely loved it. The Avengers who resided in the compound were very welcoming and so far, they were the only ones who knew of your existence along with your mom. Your father had yet to announce your identity to the world because he didn’t want the spotlight to overwhelm you. Originally he planned on having you relax a bit and then enroll you in public school next year, but going earlier was enticing to you.

“... Which school?”

“Spider-Man’s.”

“... Fine.”

“You do have a crush on him.”

“Shut up, Dad.”

The next day…

Upon entering the foyer of the Avengers Compound, Happy led Peter to where Stark was. The man stood in the middle of the main entrance hall, sporting a classy suit and sunglasses. Peter clenched his fists in determination, carefully reciting the words he wanted to say in his head since the car ride over.

“Hey kid. What do you want?”

“Mr. Stark,” he squeaked. He shut his eyes in humiliation, clearing his throat and lowering his voice a bit to sound more confident. Once his eyes fluttered open, he puffed out his chest and said, “I changed my mind.”

“You changed your mind,” Stark deadpanned.

“Yes. I want to be an Avenger.”

“You understand why I’m skeptical.”

“Um… yes, but—”

“Look, you turned me down last time and am I used to rejection?” Peter opened his mouth to answer but was immediately cut off. “The answer’s no, but I respected your decision. All that talk about looking out of the little guy—great—so what changed?”

“I’m ready for more than that now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“That’s not what you thought when I took on Captain America,” Peter argued.

“Trust me, kid. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would’ve.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the realization that he got off easy, questioning his entire existence.

Stark pressed his palms together and pointed at him. “You really want to be an Avenger?”

The boy nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “See, here’s the thing: there’s someone else.”

Peter’s face fell, heartbroken at the thought of being replaced. “What—What do you mean there’s someone else?”

“Well, after you turned me down, I recruited someone else. If you really want to be an Avenger, prove to me you’re better than her.”

“Wait, her?”

“Yeah. You think you got what it takes?”

“Well it’s rude to attack a lady—”

“No. Gender equality’s a thing, right? You beat her up, she beats you up. You both end up in casts—”

“Casts?!”

“Suit up and let’s go.”

With no other choice, Peter obeyed and did what he was told. His thoughts were racing at the thought of battling someone to prove his worth. But this was his dream and he had to get out of his own head. After he finished suiting up, Happy led Tony and him to the outdoor training area that featured a wide-opened space with reinforced surfaces.

It had strategically placed obstacles to encourage agility and tactical thinking during battles. Additionally, the area incorporated holographic projectors to create any virtual landscapes to simulate specific scenarios for the Avengers to train in.

And that was where Peter’s eyes landed on a figure in the distance. You, who was practicing your combat skills with a large kung fu spear. The way you moved was calculated, graceful, like a beautiful yet deadly dance. You performed many high kicks and flips, mesmerizing Peter as your hands maneuvered the spear so flawlessly around your body. Your father and Happy watched you, proud smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“That’s who you’ll be battling today,” Stark said, clapping his hands together once to catch your attention. You stopped what you were doing and landed in a perfect split with the spear parallel to your body, noticing your father and Happy’s presence. You got up and rushed over, your eyes quickly finding its way to the boy in the iconic red and blue costume.

“Hi D-... Mr. Stark. Happy.” You turned to Peter, loving the fact that he didn’t have his mask on yet so you could finally meet him as him. He was far cuter in person, you weren’t going to deny that. “I’m [Y/N].”

Your dad wanted this “test” to be authentic, so you couldn't tell Peter you were, in fact, a Stark. Plus you didn’t look like a Stark anyway, with you being adopted and all. It’d be a cinch.

“P-Parker, Peter. Parker Peter—I mean, Peter Parker,” Peter said softly, shaking your hand. God, you were so pretty that it made him a fumbling mess. He wondered if you two were the same age.

“Great. Now that both you kiddos are here, you both know what you have to do, right?”

You and Peter looked at each other and exchanged awkward smiles. “Mr. Stark, I’m not comfortable battling a… um…”

“Girl?” you finished. “I’d be more worried about yourself, darling.”

The way the word “darling” rolled off your tongue caused Peter’s face to redden like a cherry.

“I’m not saying girls can’t battle, I’m just saying I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you going to hold back if the enemy is a woman?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but to no avail.

“You said you wanted to be an Avenger. There’s only one position available, so we’re going to be testing you both. Happy will launch the simulation sequence and then you two will be fighting one-on-one,” your father explained.

“Good luck,” Happy said, trying hard not to laugh. The two men walked a safe distance away where they could observe you both.

“What’s the simulation sequence?” Peter called out before putting on his mask.

“We’re going to be launching drones at you,” Stark called back from afar with cupped hands.

“Drones?!”

“Yeah, we want to see how much you’ve improved!”

“In 3, 2, 1!” Happy shouted as he pushed some buttons on his phone.

You and Peter both stared up at the sky as a swarm of drones lined up in a similar fashion as the game Space Invaders.

“May the best Avenger win,” you said, sending him a wink. He laughed nervously as you immediately launched yourself in the sky. Peter gasped in awe.

“She can fly?!”

Hovering in front of the drones, you closed your eyes and pressed your index and middle fingers together, forming a "V" shape. Bringing the fingers perpendicular to your forehead, it felt as if you were beckoning an unseen force. With unwavering focus, you opened your eyes, and the spear you held multiplied tenfold, floating effortlessly beside you. Extending your arm forward, you pointed confidently at the drones, issuing a resolute command for the spears to launch their attack. Explosions scattered throughout the sky as you managed to wipe out half the drones with one attack.

“And she can multiply things. Great,” Peter huffed, launching a web at one of the drones to join you.

“She’s going to destroy him,” your father said, chuckling to himself.

“Kid, come back. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Peter shook his head while removing his mask, muttering self-deprecating thoughts to himself at his performance. You watched as he walked away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Did I go overboard?” you asked, a tinge of guilt eating away at your conscience. Your father chuckled and waved off your concern with a flick of the wrist.

“No, you did great. He’ll be fine.” He went after Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going any further. “Hey. You put up a good fight.”

Peter spun around, exasperated and using his hands to express his frustration. “I lost. There was no way I was going to win. She can fly, she can multiply things, she can use telekinesis, she can breathe fire—is she part dragon? How was I supposed to compete with that?!”

You saw him pointing at you from afar, giving him a small smile but was only reciprocated with a frown.

Tony put on a contemplating face. “Is she part dragon…?” he mumbled. “Anyway, I told you that I had to find someone else after you said no. And she’s earned her place. I’m sorry you’re disappointed, but you lost fair and square.”

“But—”

“No buts. You aren’t ready. So lay low, be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and work your way up. Go to school, focus on classes, and finish that homework you’ve been putting off.”

“I don’t need to go to school.”

“Yes. You do. Even she goes to school,” Stark said, pointing over in your direction.

You went over to where Happy was, your eyes still glued on your father and Peter. “Happy, he looks so heartbroken.”

“I know. But it’s for the best. Kid’s too eager and knocking him down a peg might do him some good.”

“I feel bad.”

He patted your back and gave you a reassuring smile. “He will be okay. Your father appreciates your help.”

You immediately straightened your posture when you saw Peter come over with your father.

“Anything you want to say to [Y/N]?” your father asked, giving Peter a gentle nudge from behind.

“Congratulations,” Peter said, mustering up as much strength as he could to give you a smile. Because he really was happy for you, but it hurt for him. The smile didn’t reach his eyes and the pitiful gaze in yours wasn’t helping.

“Thanks. You did really well.”

“Yeah, but I have all the bruises,” he joked, pointing at his face in a circular motion. You took a step forward and placed your palm out in front of his face.

“May I?”

His eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded anyway. An ember glow emitted from your hand and all his bruises healed in a matter of seconds.

“You can heal people too? What on earth can’t you do?” Peter was both fascinated but also very annoyed at your perfection.

“I can only heal minor bruises,” you said quickly.

“Of course,” he muttered.

“Happy, take him home for me.”

“Got it. Come on, Peter.”

“Bye Peter,” you said, giving him a shy wave. He only gave you another meek smile before walking away. You glared at your father, who only let out a sigh of relief.

“Great job, kiddo.”

The next day at school Ned practically crashed into Peter, who was at his locker minding his own business.

“Dude, dude, dude!”

“Whoa, what is it, Ned?!” Peter said, a hand on his chest from the sudden heart attack that was his best friend.

“There’s a new girl and she’s so cute. Have you seen her yet?”

Peter closed his locker shut, wracking his brain for a moment when he saw an unfamiliar face today. “No, I haven’t. What’s her name?”

“Uh… I can’t remember. Was it [wrong name]? Or maybe [another wrong name]?”

Peter looked down the hall and somehow amongst a cluster of students, he spotted you walking towards him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes somehow went straight to you and only you. Irritation overcame him as he remembered the battle from yesterday. How you beat him so effortlessly, so ridiculously cool and being all perfect. And now you’re at his school? What, were you mocking him?

“Ned,” Peter said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is that her?” He pointed at you and nodded his head in your direction.

Ned looked over in your direction and snapped his fingers. “Yeah! That’s her.”

“Dude, that’s the girl,” Peter muttered.

“Huh? What girl?”

He thought about how he sulked on the apartment balcony, venting to Ned about you. “The… girl… remember what I told you over the phone yesterday?”

It took a few seconds, but Ned’s brain finally clicked. “She’s the one that beat you? Her? Oh my god, you didn’t mention how cute she was!”

“Will you keep your voice down? She’s coming this way!” Peter opened his locker again and hid his face behind it. Ned shook his head in disapproval.

“Are you embarrassed? Come on. Challenge her again.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“No, dude, stop. You aren’t supposed to know about her. Mr. Stark will kill me.”

“But she goes to our school.”

Peter hid his face in his locker until you finally passed. He let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. That was, until Ned shouted out, “Hey! New girl!”

You stopped at the familiar label people were referring to you as. Once you turned around, you saw Ned’s huge smile while Peter still cowered in his locker. The boy you were walking with scoffed at Ned’s boldness.

“You don’t need to engage with them. They’re nobodies.”

“That’s not very nice, Flash,” you said, frowning at his poor choice of words.

“If we’re nobodies, why is she friends with Peter then, huh?” Ned exclaimed loudly. If a black hole could open up and swallow Peter whole, now would be the time.

“What, you know Penis Parker?” Flash asked you, incredulous at the new information. Peter carefully pulled his head out of his locker enough to take a tiny peek at you. He wondered what you were going to say.

“Yeah. I know Peter, Flaccid Flash,” you replied, bumping into his shoulder deliberately as you made your way over to Peter and Ned. The entire hallway filled with laughter at your stinging remark.

“Hi. I’m [Y/N]. I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. How about we start over?”

Peter looked at your extended hand as if it was a foreign object, standing still as a statue. When his brain finally registered what you said, Ned had beat him to it, shaking your hand so fast like he was in the presence of royalty. “We would love to start over. I’m Ned. Peter’s best friend.”

You let out a laugh. “Hi Ned. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Without thinking, Peter grabbed your other hand. “Come with me.”

You didn’t have time to react and he led you to the nearest empty classroom, thankful class hadn’t started yet.

“What are you doing here?” he interrogated, letting go of your hand. You leaned against the wall, crossing one foot over the other.

“I go to school here now?”

“But why here?”

“Because… it’s a nice school?”

Peter placed a hand on his forehead, his jaw clenched as he thought of what to say next without sounding like an ass. “Look, you beat me and you’re an Avenger fair and square. I’m happy for you, really.” His words became soft and broken towards the end. “But seeing you reminds me that Mr. Stark will never be impressed with me. So can you give me space?”

His voice was frail but sincere. You got off the wall and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thank you.”

Before Peter could leave, you asked him one last question. “Sorry, but could you tell me where gym class is? I have it first period.”

It took everything in Peter not to curse out loud. He had to fight back his bitterness and said through gritted teeth. “Yeah. I have it first period too.”

You smiled to yourself, trailing closely behind him as he led you both to your first class. Together.

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On a Whim

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Y/N POV:

A toaster. You were dumped for a toaster. That’s what you kept saying as you drank your coffee in the Moondance Diner. Your best friend Harley Keener was consoling you.

“I’m sorry you had to go thru that” Harley gave you a pat on the back, “but you’re a Stark! You can have any gal you want”

“I’d rather have a quality girl like-” you teared up a little just about to say her name. Harley hugs you tight.

“You gotta get back out there”

“I do?”

He reassures you, “yeah. In fact I dare you to ask out the next girl our age that you see.”

Was it some sort of fate, or divine conspiracy? Because it just happened that your best friend and fellow Avenger in training Petra Parker approached your table in her waitress outfit.

“Hey Harley, Stark, what can I order for you?” she gave you one of her thousand watt smile. The kind that always seemed to make a hard day training feel better. And then you blurted out something. Something you don’t know where it came from, it just spilled out.

“Will you marry me?”

Petra’s POV

She wasn’t supposed to be there for a shift at Moondance Diner. She was supposed to be out on a date with Laslo Allen. But he stood her up. Apparently he got too tired of her running late for dates, completely unaware that she was the Spectacular Spider Girl.

So with a broken heart, she accepted an extra shift at the diner. A bit of extra cash and something to distract her mind.

Luckily as she was in the middle of her shift, she saw you and Harley in one of the booths, sipping your coffees.

“I’ll take care of table five, Betty” Petra smiled at her coworker before heading to your table.

“Hey Harley. Stark, what can I get for you?” She flashed her smile at you.

“Will you marry me?” you asked her. Petra’s heart stopped and then fluttered. You were one of her best friends. Sure yeah you were the heir to the Stark family and a fellow teammate, but she always felt that she could talk with you, tell you whatever was bothering her. It felt real to be with you. There was already an intimacy there that she couldn’t have with anyone else. Petra couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N POV:

You were at a loss for words. Did you really just blurt out a proposal to your best friend?! The silence was deafening. Harley looked at you with a mix of shock and surprising support.

“I-I mean it doesn’t have to be like right now” you stuttered. You didn’t exactly inherit your father’s smooth talking ways. “It can be like a couple months or a year down the-”

“Yes” Petra whispered back. A small giggle escaped her lips, “yes! Yes!!”

She dropped her little notepad and pencil and jumped into your lap. How could something feel so right? Her arms were wrapped around your neck, her infectious laugh was so amazing. You held her tight.

And then she began kissing you. The sparks, the way her lips clicked perfectly against yours. You gently took a hold of her waist and held her tight in your lap, deepening the kiss.

Harley tore a napkin to pieces and threw it up like some sort of makeshift confetti. “Congrats!” he said, “I call dibs on being best man”

Petra’s POV:

She swung thru the city later that day, landing on the rooftop of her and May’s apartment. She was giddy and yet a little scared too. You and her were still seniors in high school and here she was having accepted a marriage proposal. Honestly it made her more giddy.

She crawled into the apartment thru the living room window and came face to face with Aunt May, Tony Stark, and you.

“I suppose congrats are in order” May said with her arms crossed.

“A marriage proposal? Really you two?” Tony asked.

“I’m not doing any better than her” you smiled at Petra, you walked over and took her hand. “she’s it, Dad. The most amazing girl in the whole world”

“But you’re in high school!” May countered.

“Aunt May, I didn’t say we were tying the knot today” Petra spoke up.

“But marriage that’s so reckless” Tony said but then he teared up. “Reckless? Without a care? I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You are my kid!”

Aunt May smacked Tony upside the head for that one. May approached her niece and Y/N. A small smile made its way across her aunt’s face.

“Promise you’ll finish high school?” May asked.

Petra couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll finish high school first.”

You take her hand gently, “And I’ll never leave your side”

Tony just gave a little approving smirk. He tossed a little ring over to the two of you. The one that he found you picking out after Petra went out on patrol. You slid the beautiful yet humble engagement ring on Petra’s waiting finger. She couldn’t help but cry tear of joy and kiss you again

You and Petra spent the rest of senior year studying for your exams, fighting crime and occasionally planning your nuptials. The girl who broke your heart faded in your mind, as much as Lazlo faded from Petra’s. The two of you spent time getting to know one another and grow together as best friends turned lovers. And of course, Tony was more than happy to flip the bill. Even bought you a property in Queens. A reflex he says, but he just wanted to make sure you and Petra were happy.

A funny way to tell your kids how you and Petra ended up marrying one another. But little Richard and May love hearing it. As for the Avenger side of things, the Spectacular Spider Girl and the Iron Knight still make quite an amazing team

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gethooked · 3 months

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Quality family time ~ HOOK imagine

Can you write about Hook and reader with their son backstage at an AEW show? Where Hook and reader along with their son spend quality family time together? Since Hook wants to be the best dad and husband that he can be for his family? - requested by @sunrise28sblog

When you met Tyler you were wrestling for AEW. After only dating for a year you found out you were pregnant. This led to you having to stop wrestling. After telling TK why you couldn’t wrestle any more, he offered you a more relaxing job that has you traveling still with the company but less stress. This job would be Chief Brand Officer since Cody and Brandi left a few months ago and he hasn’t found anyone else.

You were iffy about it because you saw how stressed Brandi used to be and thought that hey you can still be with your man and your friends. You told Tony you would take the job but you would want to work from home after you hit 7 months. He agreed and gave you less work so you could relax. After you hit 7 months, on Tyler’s off days he spent cuddling with you and doing whatever you wanted to do. Once you hit 9 months, Tyler took some time off to stay home with you and the baby when he was born.

After the baby was born he stayed home for two weeks just making sure you and the baby were ok and making sure you could handle the baby by yourself when he went back to work. After your son hit 6 months you decided that you wanted to wrestle again. So you did everything you had to do to wrestle. Once you were cleared to wrestle and Tony had booked you in your return match Tyler and you had to make a decision. Where would the baby go?

You two talked it out and agreed that your son would travel with you guys. You started traveling with AEW again two weeks before your actual return. You did this so Tyler, your son, and yourself could try and develop a routine. Which your son surprisingly learned right away. The week before your actual return Tyler, your son, and yourself were just chilling backstage.

You guys would carry him around and meet your co-workers. And meet his uncles, The Lads. Who your son clicked with right away just like his dad and mom did. Before his grandpa Taz would have to go to commentate he would play with your son. You were glad he could still see his grandpa and his grandpa wasn’t just being Taz he was being grandpa.

You were glad that Tony let Tyler and you bring your son to work with you guys. You wanted him to grow to know what it is like backstage so if he decided to do something in wrestling he knew what to expect. Not that you guys would force him to. After your return match, Tyler would bring your son to you right away and give a kiss and say how proud of you he was. One of The Lads would take a picture of this moment and post it on their X.

You would later find out that Darius took the picture and Anthony posted it. When you found out you gave them a big hug and said thank you. (You made the picture your phone’s lock screen wallpaper.)

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biggestxsimps · 11 months

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Dad!Tony Stark x Son!Male Reader (PLATONIC!)

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I surprisingly enjoyed writing this. It’s been about a year since I’ve watched the Marvel movies so my memory is pretty rusty, please let me know if I’ve mixed anything up and I’ll give it a quick fix. Also, I’m not from America so I’m not sure with their states/cities so please point out any mistakes I might’ve made.

Y/N's POV:

Things used to be good between my dad and I, but ever since Peter had shown up, all his attention had stuck on him. It wasn’t all too noticeable at first, we would still hang out when he was free, spending our Saturday nights watching movies together.

Though it only took a few weeks for him to start to brush me off more. Similar excuses each time he rescheduled our weekly plans. “I have improvements to add to Peter’s suit.” “I’ve got work to finish with Peter.” “Peter needs help getting used to the suit.” Peter this, Peter that.

It was like Peter was his son and not me. Just like that, I was thrown into the background, a minor thought in the back of his mind, it was like he no longer cared for me.

~~~

We had a recital coming up really soon, one I had expressed my excitement to my dad before for. He used to be so proud, so ecstatic to eventually see me up on stage. I hoped this would be the push he needed to give me the attention I had so easily and so quickly lost.

Dad was downstairs in his workshop, that’s where he usually was, always working on something new to dazzle the public with. I slowly open the glass door, stepping in as he speaks up. “Peter, you’re finally here. Here, try this-” He turns around, a metal plate in his hand as he props it towards me.

“Oh Y/N. Sorry about that, what do you need?” He turns back around, placing the metal back down, keeping his attention on his creation. I silently sigh as I walk over to him, taking the folded poster out of my pocket. I hand the piece of paper to him, his eyebrows raised in confusion before reading through it.

“The recitals in a couple days, I know how excited you were to come see me, and I’d love for you to be there” He smiles, stuffing the paper into his shirt pocket. “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kid.” I can’t help the smile that grows on my face, “Thanks dad. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Dad sent a smile back my way before I swiftly left his workshop, excitedly practising my songs in my room for the upcoming day.

~~~

The day I had longed for had finally arrived. It was around 6:30pm and I was currently backstage, I was going up on stage in only half an hour. I had been practising the whole year for this recital and I was determined to perfectly execute it. I couldn’t wait for dad to see the progress I had made.

Some time had passed, the curtains would open in 5 minutes, parents and friends of the people performing with me had started to fill the seats. I looked out from the slight gap in the curtains, hoping to see my dad amongst the growing crowd.

My eyes darted across the plethora of seats, filled with unfamiliar faces. I deflate as I can’t find him, hoping, praying he was just running late.

We got into our places behind the curtains, a countdown being played in our headsets before the curtains swung open. I noticed my friends looking around for the people they invited, their faces lighting up when they did. I followed suit, taking another quick look over the crowd, never finding my dad though.

My heart pangs at the realisation, he wasn’t here, he didn't come to see me perform. Whatever. I could do this without him, I didn’t need him to make this my greatest performance. And so that’s what I did, I put my all into everything. Making it a performance he would regret not coming to see.

~~~

The recital lasted about an hour, my friends walking out with me into the cold night. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the heating anger I felt in the enclosed room. As my friends split up, they waved goodbye as they hopped into their parents cars, driving off to their homes.

I sat there, sitting on the staircase leading to the doors of the building. Usually dad would send Happy or even Pepper to come pick me up from things he wasn’t able to. But after sitting out on the chilling night, it became apparent that he wasn’t coming, no one was. I take one last look at my phone, the lack of notifications making me sigh.

Defeated, I picked up my belongings and started my journey among the dark streets of Manhattan. I dragged myself back home, walking almost sluggishly as my mind raced. Did he care? Why else wouldn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Anger him? Maybe it was my fault he didn’t show up. Maybe something came up. But why didn’t he message me to let me know.

I’m brought out of my thoughts at the feeling of something escaping my eyes, and the taste of salt falls onto my upper lip. Fuck. I wipe my cheek, setting my mind on making it home, not wanting to fall apart on the side of the streets. I wasn’t far anyways, only another 20 minutes until I would be back home.

~~~

As I reach the front door, I unlock it with my spare keys before walking in. “Good evening, Y/N.” I hear F.R.I.D.A.Y’s robotic voice shoot from the speaker beside me. I smile slightly. “Hey Friday.” I walk to the kitchen to pour myself some water, after taking a sip I ask. “Friday?” “Yes Sir?” I look around the lit house. “Where’s dad?”

It takes a second for her to answer. “He’s in his workshop.” I nod, thanking her as I start to make my way there. Before reaching the stairs though, the sound of two voices makes its way through the glass. Dad’s laugh booming as a young boy’s follows. I didn’t even have to see him to know who was down there. Peter. I sigh, I guess I knew why dad didn't come now.

I step back up the stairs, ignoring the two as I bee-line to my room. I throw my bag onto the floor, changing my clothes as tears start to well up in my eyes once again. I curse myself, putting my clothes away before falling into bed, muffling my sniffles with one of my pillows.

“Friday. Lock my door please.” I hear her voice once more “Of course.” before the sound of a ‘click’ comes from the mechanical door. I groan into my pillow, lying to my side as I closed my eyes.

~~~

The whole night, I had thought long and hard, messaging one of my closest friends about what was going on. He offered to let me stay at his place, for as long as I needed to. We spoke about it all last night, planning for him to come pick me up tonight. It wasn’t too long of a drive, less than an hour. He lived in Hillsdale, a nice change in scenery.

I stayed in my room, packing my things in a suitcase I would use when dad and I went on his “Business trips”. Once packing all the things I wanted to take with me, I stuffed the case under my bed. I groggily walk into the kitchen, look around and not see dad anywhere. I mutter before cooking breakfast for myself.

He was probably in his workshop, working on god knows what now. He hadn’t bothered to check up on me last night, not even to make sure I made it home safely and now he hadn’t bothered to greet me. Finishing my food, I stomp back into my room, eating my food as all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to leave this stupid house.

~~~

When night arrives, I sneak to the front door, suitcase and an extra backpack in my hands. It’s not like dad would’ve noticed anyways, he was still busy ‘working’ I sigh as I open the front door, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice stopping me. “Where are you going this late at night, Y/N?” I checked my watch, it was only 9:30.

“I’m having a sleepover at a friend's place.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies with something along the lines of “Have fun.” I scattered out the door and looked around for the car my friend drove, once it came into view, I made my way to it. “Hey man, you got everything?” I nod as I place my luggage in the back seat, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, thanks for this.” I buckle my seatbelt before turning to him. “Of course, I’m here for you man.” The ride to his house is mostly silent besides the quiet music playing from the car’s speaker. I lean my head back, taking out my phone as I distract myself on the long drive.

~~~

A week had passed when my phone started to blow up, messages from friends and people from school filled my inbox. “Hey, are you okay?” “Where are you?” “I haven't seen you in a while, are you alright?” However, nothing from dad. I make sure my location is turned off before continuing with my day, sitting down to watch some T.V. I scroll through channels, my eyes landing on my name on a news headline, I put down the remote as I read the whole heading.

“Y/N Stark, Son of Tony Stark, has been reported missing.” An explanation of the time of my ‘disappearance’ was reported, including the places I would most often hang out and where I was last seen, at the performance theatre our school had rented out for the recital. Shit.

I hear my friend’s footsteps behind me, “I think it might be time for you to go back, everyone’s worried sick.” My phone rings over and over again with messages, calls, mentions on social media. Everyone asked about the news and if I was okay. I shut down my phone, shoving it in my back pocket. “Yeah, maybe.”

I hear a familiar voice play on the T.V behind me, I shoot back around to face it as I see my father being harassed by paparazzi. Microphones and cameras in his face as he tries to get into his car. “Do you have any idea where he could be?” “Do you have anything to do with Y/N’s disappearance?” “Is he alive?” “Do you have any information on Y/N’s whereabouts?” A frown appears on my face as he looks at the camera, his eyes sunken and dark and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I know as much as you guys do.” He aggressively replies. “And if the lot of you don’t leave, I’ll have you all jobless by tomorrow.” The voices quiet down, interviewers walking away from the car he got into, the engine starting with a roar.

I sigh, I never meant for it to go this far. “Let’s go” I leave to pack my stuff back up again.

~~~

It’s late at night as my friend parks in front of my house, I see extra security put up to keep the paparazzi out. I turn to my friend, thanking him before stepping out of the vehicle, I pull out my luggage, walking towards the gate. As I open it, I trudge up the long driveway to the house. Making it to the top, I drop my bags beside me, taking deep breaths as the steep walk winded me.

I bring them back into my hands, pulling them to the front door. I try to quietly open the lock, keys jingling as I hear the slight ‘click’ to indicate the door unlocking. I push against the handle, pulling my bags in as I hear shuffling in the room near me.

I looked over to the living room, my dad curled into himself, maps, documents and holograms covering the table. My heart wrenches at his appearance, the lack of sleep evident on his face and scruffed hair.

I pull my bags over to the staircase. “Y/N?” Fast footsteps approach me as I turn to the noise. I can’t help the bittersweet smile that makes its way onto my mouth as he grabs my shoulders. His eyes darted across my face, looking for any sign of injury. His arms wrap around me, tightening as I feel his relieved breaths escape him.

I hug back, head shoved into his chest as I hold onto him. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for this-” “No, no, no, no.” He repeats sullenly “It’s my fault, I shouldn't have done what I did, I’m so sorry.” I chuckle as I shake my head. “Please forgive me Y/N.” I let out a short breathy laugh. “Of course, I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it, I never wanted to worry you.”

He smiles, “I never wanted to make you think I didn’t care about you. You’re my son. So much more important than anyone, especially Peter.” He rubs a hand against my back. “You’re my top priority, and I’ll make sure you never doubt that again.” “Thank you.”

That night was spent in the living room, we spoke to each other, explaining how the situation affected us both. The both of us understanding the other’s view, making sure to talk about what’s going on next time. We talk for a while, sleep only falling upon us hours later.

As I start to yawn, dad brings my head to his chest. My eyes drift shut as I fall asleep in his arms, the same way I used to when I was younger.

~~~

It had been about a month since the whole ordeal. News of a new recital making its way into school newsletters and I was beaming. I couldn’t wait, this time being able to truly showcase my abilities with my dad being there to witness it.

Once arriving home, I quickly threw my bag on the floor in front of the door. I rush down the stairs after, opening the door with a little more patience so as to not startle my dad. “Hey dad!” I close the door behind me, making my way to his workstation.

“Hey kid, what’s up?” He turns from his work, leaning back against the table as he looks at me. I handed him the poster I had borrowed from one of the drama students. He reads through it, eyes tracing each word before lifting his head back up to me. “Another one?” He holds a wide smile on his face as he drops his hand down.

“Yeah, you better come to this one.” He laughs at my playful jab, nodding as he holds the poster close to him. “I’ll be there, I promise.” I nod. “Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” “Of course.” He lightly responds, pulling me into a hug.

~~~

It was yet again, time for me to perform. I couldn’t wait, knowing my dad would definitely be out there this time. As we get ready on the stage, I take a quick glance at the crowd, my eyes landing on my dad, sitting in the middle of the front row. I chuckle to myself, of course he was.

As the curtains draw open, I can’t help but smile at the proud look he gives me. As the group starts to sing, I look down at him, both of his hands presenting a thumbs-up. My heart warms at the action. He turns to the parent to the left of him, whispering something. I only catch onto a couple words “That- -y son-.” He points up to me, a look of admiration plastered across his face.

A/N: I wrote this entire thing in one day, it only took me about 5 hours. And it’s somehow my longest fic yet. It's not proof-read tho so apologies for anything that doesn't make sense or anything like that.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 year

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Following Along (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Tony Stark X Son!Reader, Peter Parker X Male!Reader (Platonic)

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of serial killer, mention of dead body(s) (Both vague)

Request: How about a fic Tony Stark X Son Reader fic, where reader of a Sherlock type when it comes to his deduction, intelligence but also sometimes callous behaviour. Maybe Tony makes him hang out with Peter and his friends and it ends up him then following him around while he handles a case and it ends up with the Avengers tailing him.

Tony had known ever since his son was just a few months old that he was a little… quirky. He never really interacted with other kids at nursery or on playdates, and while other toddlers played with shapes and blocks, either together or alone, whenever Tony picked up Y/N and asked what he’d gotten up to, the answer was always something that was always… off. Like the time you made a poster detailing different bugs in the garden, drawing them and how they were different, or another day when you spent the entire time investigating and locating a little girl’s lost dinosaur toy, which sounded really sweet until the caretaker had to tell him that when you found it in another kid’s backpack, you dumped it out in front of everyone, pointed to the kid and called him a thief and made the kid cry.

Now, any normal parent would show at least some concern about their kid’s behaviour, maybe put them in therapy, try and get that behaviour out of them. However, Tony saw something in you that stood out. You liked to investigate. You liked knowing things, you liked to solve puzzles, and as you grew older, this continued and grew, and instead of punishing you for being rather blunt or rude at times, especially when you pointed things out about you, Tony instead set up a simple rule of “You can only do that if the person was being mean in the first place or you have a good reason to” and gave you frequent tasks to keep you occupied. That worked fine for the most part, until you reached middle school. That was when he started getting called into the school because of incidents.

It switched between you being bullied for being weird and quiet and rude at times, and you pulling stunts that always seemed to blow up and cause drama among the school. Like the time you blasted one of your classmates and bullies in the middle of an assembly for stealing other student’s work to get an award, even providing proof then and there, or the time when a teacher called in Tony about your behaviour, and you pointed out that you had been doing all your work and extra, and also that she was picking on you and suggested she stop unless she wanted her affair with another teacher to be announced over the speakers the next morning. All with a straight face, no mischievous smirk, or a glint of malice in your eye. It was also around that time when Tony suggested that you set up your own amateur detective agency, partially to hopefully help you in the process of pursuing a job you would clearly strive in, and also to stop you from investigating and exposing your teacher’s affairs.

Well, that amateur detective agency, where you started off with helping students with their own problems, very quickly became far more professional when you started taking on older, paying clients and being an actual private detective in the city, gathering information for people, and in more than one occasion, actually working with the police with it. Needless to say, Tony had to ask Bruce to get in touch with his cousin as an emergency rep in case any of this backfired, though you assured your dad you had been working with another lawyer called Murdock or something on some cases.

Tony had a lot of mixed feelings now about your job that you were doing. On one page he was immensely proud of you, and he knew this was only the start of a successful career and he was already prepared to help you set up an actual office for you when you were old enough, he loved to hear from you about your latest successful case, and when you came to him for his opinion on your cases to look for leads and he got to see your mind at work. On the other side, he was worried about you. You stepped on the cop’s toes often, and your lack of filter frequently got you in trouble with them, and then there were the dangerous cases with high profile crime involved where you were at actual risk of being hurt, and of course, the long standing problem of your lack of social life, and it especially worried him since you just started High School.

“Peter, can I ask you a huge, huge favour, and I’m being completely serious.” Tony asked of his intern on one of the rare times Peter was on base to update his suit. Peter looked up from where he was doing some homework, waiting for the update to be complete to look at Tony.

“Of course Mr Stark, what can I do?” Peter inquired, admittedly maybe a bit too excitedly.

“As you know, I have a son- Y/N. He’s not the best socially, and he has this private detective work going on outside of school, and it’s actually getting pretty serious. He told me about a new case he’s started, and I feel like he might actually get in trouble- can you just watch him please? Make sure he’s not in any actual danger?” Tony asked. “I don’t want you to feel like this is a babysitting job- it’s really not. Y/N’s cases are usually actual criminal cases, but he’s a year younger than you and I’m genuinely worried his bluntness is gonna get him in serious trouble with the wrong people.”

“I can do that!” Peter assured him with a smile. He of course knew about Y/N Stark’s private detective work, people talked about it who were in middle school with you as well as the stunts you pulled, and quite often people would ask if you were involved in a recently solved case, and sometimes you answered in the affirmative, so he knew that you were in serious stuff. “Would you like me to be with him or tail behind or..?”

“Tailing won’t work, he’ll notice immediately. Just tell him you want to follow along and be his back up if anything goes south- he worked out you were Spiderman before I did, you’re not gonna hide anything from him.” Tony explained. Peter didn’t have time to properly process the fact that you knew who he was before he’d already accepted his task and had left the base to prepare for tomorrow.

When Peter arrived to school the next day, as soon as he entered the school, he was greeted by MJ and Ned, who could see he was on a mission and had something on his mind as soon as he came in. “What’s going on?” MJ asked as she watched him look around the hallways, over people’s heads.

“I might need to skip school today. Mr Stark’s given me the task to follow his son around on a case he’s doing. It’s dealing with some serious crime so he wants me to be there in case things go sideways.” Peter explained to them.

“An actual criminal case?” Ned asked, and Peter nodded. “Any idea what it is?”

“No, Mr Stark didn’t state, but I’m gonna ask Y/N when I join him.” Peter answered.

“Can we tag along?” MJ asked, leaning on the line of lockers.

“Uh… are you sure? It might be dangerous.” Peter asked, wide eyed, getting a nod from the girl, and Ned got an excited grin on his face. “Okay, but if we actually get in trouble, run at the first chance you get, okay? I’ll worry about Y/N.” Peter told them, and after getting the affirmative, the three of them went on the search for you.

For Tony, he took no news as good news. He’d not heard anything on the news, Peter hadn’t called or texted, neither had you, and FRIDAY was silent about anything to do with the spider suit. It took that as things were going more than smoothly, you and Peter were playing nice, and hopefully you’ll have a new friend by the end of the day, and so he let himself relax a little bit and actually focus on his work.

It wasn’t until Pepper waltzed into his lab that he realised something was up, since she came in around the same time everyday; 5pm, long after school had finished, when you should be home, when FRIDAY would let him know Peter was using the suit. Something was off. He wasn’t sure if it something was exactly wrong, but it was off at least. His first course of action was to drop a text to Peter, asking how the case had gone, presuming by now it would be over and done with and maybe the kids had lost track of time and maybe were busy just being teenagers and having fun. He watched the screen after sending the message for a few seconds, watching as Peter read it, and started to respond, before the text popped up for him to see.

We’re still working on it

Now THAT was weird. It was vague with no details, almost like Peter was busy or focussed on something else. Tony didn’t feel great about that, and so immediately called his son, turning to Pepper who had been watching him since she came in, trying to figure out why he was suddenly in a panic with her showing up. After a few rings, you answered. “Dad I’m kind of busy right now.” You answered him

“Y/N, can you give me an idea of what’s happening? You’re usually home by now and I’ve not heard a peep from you all day.” He asked, glancing at Pepper who immediately understood what was happening. “Is Peter with you?”

“Yes. And Ned. And MJ. They’re being really helpful, thanks for sending them.” You answered, your voice being slightly muffled with the sound of fabric, and Tony could tell you had the phone pressed between your head and shoulder. “You know how I was hired to track that man’s movements before he went missing?”

“Yes, it’s in the newspaper, your biggest case- insanely proud- did you find something big?”

“Oh yeah he’s the victim of a serial killer and I’m working on finding the other victims and the killer.” You answered him far too calmly for your father’s liking.

“What- how are you doing that? Please tell me you got the police involved and you’re not planning to go body hunting as an after school activity- where’s Peter and the others?” Tony demanded towards you.

“Of course I’ve got the police involved- I sent them to look for the bodies in the places I think they are about… 4 hours ago? Anyway- dad can you get FRIDAY on the call please I need her. Peter forgot his spider suit.” You requested, answering a few questions your father had but adding so many more. FRIDAY, at the mention of her name immediately inserted herself.

“How can I help Mr Stark? She inquired, her inserting herself immediately putting your call onto speaker. Pepper came to Tony’s desk and stood beside Tony, who put his phone down on the desk and just leant over to put his head in his hands.

“FRIDAY, I need to narrow down who lives on Gallow Way, New York. We’re looking for a Man, within the 40 to 60 age range, possibly married in the past but now divorced and living alone.” You detailed.

“Y/N Stark you better not be thinking of confronting a killer!” Pepper spoke up, and silence fell over the phone.

“Does it help if Peter’s here, police are on route and his technique for killing isn’t a gun?” You inquired to her.

“Absolutely not- stay right there, I’m coming.” Tony ordered, calling his suit and immediately flying out the building to go collect his son and intern. In retrospect, he guessed he should have known that Peter would get caught up in your shenanigans and aid you in them rather than calming you down in these situations. Still, he was just glad that you had Peter with you- that did make him feel a little bit better in the prospect that you did face off against a serial killer. Not a thing he thought he’d be saying to himself when he became a father.

By the time he got there, the police were already there, having already arrested the man and were searching the house, and he spotted his son talking with an officer who was taking extensive notes, Peter, MJ and Ned not far away. He walked over to them first, and they saw him as soon as he landed and straightened up a little as he walked up to them. “What I’d miss?” He asked, before quickly adding “Please tell me you didn’t see a dead body.”

“No, we were just following the person’s last movements before I guess Y/N realised he’d seen something similar and quizzed us on some other missing people to see what we knew. We did a bit of googling for more information before Y/N announced it’s a serial killer and sort of just… put together a description of what the guy would be like who did this, looked at a map and picked some spots where the bodies could be then called the cops.” Michelle explained to him in a confused tone, which was understandable.

“Have they found anything yet?” He asked next.

“Apparently they did find something at one the spots Y/N highlighted a few minutes ago… which is terrifying.” Ned commented. Tony nodded quietly, before going on his phone, selecting a few things, before looking back at the kids in front of him.

“Alright, a private car will be here in 5 minutes, it’ll take you home, okay? Peter, do you want to go with them?” Tony asked, getting a rushed nod from the teen, and Tony was starting to regret asking him to tag along with your antics. Maybe he’d been too lenient with you. Maybe he should restrict what cases you can take on…

“Mr Stark?” Tony glanced up from his thoughts at the sound of Peter, humming to tell him he was acknowledged. “If Y/N has any big cases again, can I tag along? Other than the whole serial killer thing… it was kind of fun and interesting. I learnt some things that could help me if I need to do my own investigations.” Peter requested, getting slightly wide eyes in response.

“Uh… sure, just ask Y/N beforehand to be sure he’s comfortable with it, okay?” Tony responded, and Peter grinned and nodded, before Tony turned and started to make his way over to his son, still rambling to the cop who on close inspection almost looked frazzled. “Y/N.” He called, making you stop and turn to face him.

“Hi dad, I’m nearly done here, just letting them know what kind of things they need to be looking for in the house and stuff.”

“I’m sure they can figure it out with the extensive notes you’ve already had them writing. Say anymore and they might thing you’re the killer, not the detective.” He joked with you, giving an apologetic smile to the cop as he took your shoulder to pull you away. “If you have any other questions don’t be afraid to call us- I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” He excused, starting to lead you away. “Did you go in the house?”

“No. But I did snoop in the back-” Tony interrupted you with a sigh. He swore you were going to be the death of him one of these days.

Hope you like it! Sorry for the super slow posts, I’ve been overwhelmed recently with things I need to do and it’s making me not want to do anything creative. If you have any questions, please send them in!

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moonlit-imagines · 4 months

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Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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mymelodymia · 7 months

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Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/10

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

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You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

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rogersideup · 2 years

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The Senses of Steve

Sight

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Next: Touch

Word count: 7,933

Summary: Steve could finally see you for who you actually are, rather than who he thought you might've been.

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

The first Avenger you ever met was Tony Stark, and you would never forget that moment. Your whole life led up to that very moment, that very presentation- a job interview of sorts.

Both your parents were active duty in the military since before you were even a tiny twinkle in their eye. They were teenage sweethearts. Met in high school, enlisted together, made the long distance work until they eventually we're given the same orders and managed to settle down together. They married at the ripe age of twenty one years old, had you when they we're only twenty two.

From what you could remember, having young parents was always something you viewed through rose colored glasses. You'd show up to elementary school so proud to tell everyone around you that your mom and dad were practically superheroes, sacrificing themselves on the daily to protect and serve their country.

They were amazing parents. They never pushed you into joining the military as a career for yourself, they even encouraged you to explore different options all your life. They embraced who you truly were rather than what anyone would've wanted you to be. Your love for history and the late Captain America combined with the nature of your parents made you absolutely certain that you wanted to be just like them- your three favorite superheroes.

You had a spunky creative side, proficient in English and literature with a deep love for any creative outlet you could get your hands on. Both of them loved watching how well you could adjust to a new environment and new schools every time the family was uprooted and placed onto a new base in a new state, they called you their little chameleon.

However, everything good about your childhood changed when your father passed away from a work related injury when you were 12 years old. After that, your mother was too busy at work and too stuck in her own grief to take care of you on her own, so you became self sufficient.

You were far too young to know that the responsibility of taking care of yourself and your mother shouldn't have been your weight to bare, but you did it anyways and it affected your whole life. With no one to support you, your grades slipped and you scraped through life by the skin on your teeth.

By the time you turned 18, you joined the Air Force as the only way out. It was the only choice you could see for yourself. You always knew you'd end up in the military, as a young and naïve kid you thought it could be a way to honor you dad and make him proud, and as a less young and certainly not naïve adult it was a way to spite your mother.

Your mother who couldn't even love you, your mother who couldn't even care for you or herself would have no other option than to be stuck in the same misery she trapped you in for six whole fundamental years of your life.

The Air Force ended up being good for you. For the first time in your adult life you found yourself with the very structure and support you always lacked. With time, therapy, and a whole lot of self discovery, you blossomed into what everyone loved to call you now, a diamond.

Formed under extreme amounts of pressure, you went from carbon to precious stone.

You worked your ass off every single day to prove to yourself that the years lost in your youth by playing adult didn't have to be for nothing. You so badly wanted to be better than anything that ever held you back, you used that to tightly wind yourself up and fling yourself forward like a slingshot.

And now here you are. This is where you landed.

Twenty three years old, one year older than age your father was when he welcomed you into this world, pacing back and forth in front of a heavy wooden door in the Avengers compound somewhere upstate, about to convince the greatest mind of your generation why silly little you are good enough to be his equal.

There was a very exclusive opportunity to become an Avenger. You knew you were qualified, you had been in mixed martial arts since you could take your first steps, climbed up military ranks faster than anyone has ever seen, trained with shield for three years and eventually became too skilled for them so you got bored.

However, in this moment you didn't feel like a Chameleon. If felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb in this high scale building. The unsettling feeling that stung your chest and left your mouth permanently dry no matter how much water you anxiously sipped from your water bottle made you hyper aware that you probably didn't belong here.

Knowing you were in a building full of Avengers, and any of them could pop out at any given moment made your heart feel like it was racing out of your own skin, yet somehow you could feel your pulse very slowly thumping at your fingertips.

You tried your absolute hardest to keep your nerves at bay but it didn't help that out of the ten candidates, you were the first to arrive and check in, the only woman that was presented with the opportunity to apply and who actually applied, yet the very last to be called in for a chance to make a good impression.

The door swung open and the sound of dress shoes clicking on the polished marble floors instantly had your stomach in knots.

"Ma'am" The intern with a sweet looking face caught your attention. It was almost like she could see past your brick wall of contained anxiety as she offered you a kind smile. "Mr. Stark is ready for you now."

"Thank you" You grinned back, collecting your resume and portfolio before walking past her and into the room with Tony Stark himself.

"First in, last out?" He questioned before you even fully entered the room, his eyes not leaving the holographic screen that showed your file levitating off the center of his desk. You could see if all right in front of you. Your photo and your life's works ready for harsh judgement.

"That's me." You nod in confirmation with a grin. "So nice to meet you, Mister Stark. It's an honor to even be considered."

"Tony, please, we can drop the professionalism. I always found it boring anyways. If we're going to work together we gotta get along beyond business causal. So... what's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

Although you were taken back, you were pleasantly surprised. Hesitantly sitting across from him at the desk, you place down your file and cross you legs. "Alright, Tony. I guess that makes sense. My favorite ice cream flavor is dark chocolate caramel. I'm assuming yours is Stark Raving Hazelnuts?"

"I'm a little offended that yours isn't, but I legally can't discriminate against you for that." He leaned back in his desk chair. "Dark chocolate caramel, simple yet somehow also complex." He pondered.

"Have you had a day full of chocolate chip cookie doughs?" You questioned. "Mint chocolate chips?"

"If I told you how many of the ten said vanilla you wouldn't believe me" He shrugged.

"Does vanilla have no place on the team?"

"This issue is that we already have a vanilla on the team. Almost 100 years old and the man hasn't sprouted a single gray hair yet so I think we have vanilla covered for a little while longer." He metaphorically explained. His words seeped into your skin and eased your nerves knowing that even if this went wrong, at least you weren't vanilla. "Have any pets? Hobbies?"

"Unfortunately no pets but I can bake a mean cupcake"

"What flavor?"

"Would you hate me if I said vanilla?" You joked.

"I would hate you more if you said chocolate. I've never met a chocolate cupcake I enjoyed. Seems like you just keep getting these answers right."

A small ping of confidence made a small grin tug at the corners of your lips. "You're giving me too much credit here, you've only asked two questions."

"You're right. Let's go rapid fire, answer with no explanation."

"Shoot it" You readjusted in your seat for maximum comfort.

"Do you cry over romcoms?"

"Every Friday night" you nodded.

"Give me one word to describe your time at shield"

"Uncontested" Big word, good job.

"Can you name all the Avengers?"

"Most of you, but aren't there like twenty-something of you now? I think I start getting confused around the little ant guy"

"That's okay, I do too. Favorite kind've food?"

"Any and all Asian food, and also pizza"

"What would you do if someone killed you?"

"Probably die" you raised an eyebrow.

"Cool. Welcome to the team" He said casually while pressing a button on the desk that made the hologram disappear.

"What? That's it? Don't you need to make sure I can physically keep up? Know more about my career? We didn't even talk about my ti-"

"It's fine, I already know all that. Besides, we need dark chocolate caramel on the team anyways.... trying to collect all thirty-one flavors." He stood up. "You want in?"

"I mean- yes of course I'm just so confused" You giggled in disbelief.

"You had letters of recommendation from government officials, high ranking officers, congressmen; I've seen videos of you in action. I already knew it was you before the interviews I'm just legally obligated to do them." He explained while walking through the door.

You quickly gathered your things and stood up to follow him. "What if I said my favorite ice cream flavor was rocky road?"

"I probably would've changed my mind. I only like to be surrounded by those with exquisite taste"

"Thank you so much, Tony. Really, this means the world to me."

"Save those happy tears for later, I gotta run. We'll get your room ready for you to move in on Monday. Maybe meet the team today? I dunno walk around for a bit and see who you can find. I'll have someone get in contact for the less fun stuff. Have fun, there's snacks on every floor"

Tony raced ahead and was immediately lost through a set of more heavy wooden doors. It was only when you were alone in the corridors when you allowed yourself to stop and take a deep breath, maybe even crack a quick smile and mentally celebrate before continuing to walk through the compound again.

Although this has been your dream since being a little kid, you couldn't help but to feel consumed by grief. If your dad was still alive, you'd call him before even taking another step forward. He would tell you that he was proud of his little chameleon for always making it work, he'd reinforce the superhero sentiment, encourage you to save as many lives as you can.

Your mom was alive but she might as well have been dead to you at that point. She wouldn't care. It would fuel her resentment towards you, as you got to thrive while you left your poor Mother all alone.

As you walked through yet another doorway, your thoughts were immediately hauled by a body slamming into yours.

Your files dropped all over the floor, each individual paper flew out and scattered the surrounding area. You idiot! Too deep in your own thoughts to watch where you were going. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorr-"

A group of men, all in uniform, none of them stopping.

That's when you realized.

You didn't run into them, they ran into you. They didn't care. They all laughed and continued conversation while stepping all over the portfolio and resume you spent days on. It was like you were invisible and no one even saw you standing there.

You didn't allow yourself time to think about it too hard before dropping to your knees to pick up your haphazard paper tornado, because if you thought any harder about it each of those men would get a knee to the nuts.

You ignored the sound of a door opening and closing again, the heavy footsteps toward you meant nothing as long as you didn't look up.

"Hey, I saw that happening from my office and I'm so sorry, I'm going to talk to them about it tomorrow." The voice frantically apologized before squatting down to help pick up the papers.

"It's alright, not that big of a deal" You played it cool, trying to remain composed despite the universes' attempt to keep you humble.

"It kind've is that big of a deal." He denied, scooping up papers in his big hands. "Even I know it's time to move past the 40s" he grumbled under his breath.

That statement made you freeze in place. Now, you already knew who was in front of you, but when you finally looked up to confirm your suspicions, the previous grief hit you even harder than before.

Captain America, your childhood hero right in front of you.

Obviously, you knew this was coming very soon, but not this soon. Not when you were struggling to keep your emotions at bay while you're whole career typed out was scattered across the floor.

Little did you know that as an adult, out of the three heroes you had in life, Steve Rogers would be the only one present during such a monumental achievement.

Once again, you couldn't call your dad to tell him that he would never believe what just happened.

Honestly, you almost couldn't believe it either. Because now that unsettled energy, stinging in your chest, and your pulse thumping at your fingertips was coming back, you could only hope he wouldn't notice.

"I-" you started speaking back to him to break the awkward silence before you even realized you didn't know what to say. "It's not that...Yeah. Thank you."

You tapped the stack of papers in your hands against the floor to get all the edges lined up before he handed you the papers in his hands.

"Air Force, huh?" He referred to the bold writing on the top page that was previously in his hands.

"Five years" You politely nodded. "Moved onto shield, now I'm here."

"Here as in...?" He raised an eyebrow and stood up to his full height as you finished shoving stacks back into files.

"Oh! Right... sorry." You stood up and shoved the files between your chest and left arm, extending your right hand to shake his. "I'm YN, I was actually just hired onto the team about three minutes ago."

"And this was your welcome?!" His eyes practically bulged out of his head. "Let me guess, Tony ran off saying he was busy after giving you little to no instruction on what's next"

"Bingo" You nodded, trying to remain polite while also hoping this interaction would end soon so you could cry alone in the peace of your own car.

"Sorry about that." He shook his head in obvious disapproval. "Steve by the way. I promise the compound isn't usually this chaotic or rude."

"Leave it to me to attract the chaos" You grinned, overly self conscious in his presence.

"Well, once everyone knows you're an avenger they'll start clearing the halls for you."

"Oh is that what it takes to get some respect around here?" You playfully pushed while silently praying the tears pooling in your lower lash line weren't visible.

"Unfortunately a lot of the people here have egos beyond their means, but again, I'll take care of those guys and bring them down to very humble roots" His smile that was stretching from ear to ear dropped to a reassuring and polite grin when he noticed the pending emotion in your eyes.

Steve almost felt nervous around you. His palms were sweaty and his heart was racing- it was only when he got a good look at your watery eyes did he notice the extent of how strikingly beautiful you were.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yeah" you uncomfortably chuckle before carefully rubbing your eyes while trying not to ruin your makeup. "Sorry. It just took a lot to get here and it's a lot to take in, then the papers, and... yeah... this is the worst first impression ever."

That was only half of it. You couldn't look him in the eye and tell a complete stranger that you were trying not to cry because you had no one you could tell the good news to, no one to tell you that they were proud. No one that counted, that is.

Another odd realization, he meant a lot to you, and you were just his weird new coworker.

"I get it" He empathized sweetly. "Well if it makes you feel any better I certainly didn't get a bad impression"

"Thank you" you recollected yourself with a deep breath.

"Well since Tony didn't give you much to work with, let me just..." he pat all 4 pockets of his jeans before realizing what he was looking for wasn't there. "Hold on, stay right there"

He fast walked down the hall and into the door he just came out of, before popping back out not even a full 10 seconds later.

"Here's all my contact information" He handed you a small card, his phone number and email was printed in a fancy font onto some beautiful, high quality paper. "Call me or text me whenever you want. Especially if you have any questions or anything"

"Thank you so much" Your heart beamed. Steve Rogers phone number? You didn't deserve it. "Here, take mine too!" You opened up a file and ripped your contact information out of the top corner of your resume since you obviously didn't even need it anymore. "Not quite as fancy as yours"

"Hey, it gets the job done" He shrugged. "I'd offer to show you around but I understand you probably need some time to process. Want to stop by sometime this week? I can introduce you to whoever's around and let you get a hold on the ropes before Tony throws you into the lions den."

"That sounds amazing" You took him up on his offer.

"Great, I'll text you later." He flashed a goofy lopsided smile. "Or you can text me. Doesn't really matter."

"It was an honor to meet you, Steve." His first name felt informal and undermining on your tongue, but you knew a formal title probably wasn't in your best interest as you tried to convince yourself that you were an equal to any of the Avengers.

"The honor was all mine"

You raced back to your car in a hurry and started calculating all the ways you celebrate your successfully day regardless of the circumstances. Maybe you'll stop for coffee before packing your things into boxes, maybe take out and a bottle of wine for dinner?

A huge wave of relief washed over you now that you no longer had to hide your emotions, but the tears never fell until three minutes into your Google search for coffee shops in the area when you were disrupted and thrown in an emotional loop by one silly text from an unknown number.

'Hey, this is Steve! I forgot to say congratulations! Always happy to have another person on the team :)'

That was exactly when you lost it. A sob escaped your lips and tears fell down your cheeks as you surrendered all emotional control. The elixir of excitement, pride, grief and resentment was all too much.

After an hour allowance, you snapped yourself out of your feelings with an iced coffee in hand while packing your one bedroom apartment away into cardboard boxes.

Somehow, someway, before you even got home, Tony had paid out the rest of your lease and the fee to break the year long contract.

It felt like you were moved into the compound in a blink of an eye. Your room was sandwiched between Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, and right across the hall from Sam Wilson which you felt unworthy of by all means.

The first few days were interesting to say the least. It was the first time in your whole life you struggled to integrate yourself into an established environment. The hours and hours of paperwork, physically strenuous agility, strength and stamina tests were isolating. Not to mention the 3 days of medical examinations to make sure you were in tip-top shape. It had felt like every inch of your body had been poked and prodded.

You couldn't really join in on team dinners or fun activities during the day, there was no time to stop and talk to anyone, and by the time you got back to your room at night, you were too exhausted to even commit to a conversation with anyone about anything.

Besides, these people had bonded for years under circumstances you couldn't even imagine yet. You could barely work your way into conversation when you had a chance, so you sat and listened, desperate to learn the dynamic.

You didn't want to come on too strong, but you also didn't want to come off too small. It was a difficult balance, and your brain decided to shut down at any opportunity you had to assert yourself.

As much as you hated to admit it, you could barely even look Steve in the eye. You couldn't get yourself to work past the the grief over such a sacred part of your childhood. That very same part where he didn't even register in your head as a real person, when your dad was still around to pick you up from school everyday, and your mom still loved you without resentment.

As you sat in the phlebotomy lab in the compound with needles and IV's in your arms, taking tubes and tubes of blood for testing, you closed your eyes and let your head hit the wall behind you.

All of this change in your life felt confusing, and your lack of ability to blend in made you feel like you weren't supposed to be here. Like you had made a mistake. Maybe it was the universe telling you to get out while you still could, step down, join the military again. The air force would always welcome you back with open arms.

"You doing okay?" The sweet nurse asked while capping off one vial of blood to fill the next. "Feeling dizzy?"

"I'm okay" You smiled politely. "Not dizzy"

There was a small knock on the doorframe, you looked up to see Steve leaning against it. "Are you sure? You look like miserable"

"I think that's just my face" You jokingly shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Try to stay still" the nurse reminded you.

"Sorry" you whispered.

"Is it okay if I sit and talk with you?" Steve asked before he even dared to step foot in a room you were receiving medical attention in.

"Depends, am I getting fired already?" You asked only half joking this time as you heart rate increased. "If not you can definitely sit"

"It's pretty customary we take agents blood before we fire them, you know, just in case" his smile was cautious as he slowly entered the room and sat in a chair across from you.

"Am I trapped here forever now that you have my DNA?" Again, a half joke.

"Of course you are. I'm going to make a clone of you, maybe start an army."

"God, that's my worst nightmare" You politely chuckled.

"What? Clones?" He questioned with a curious head tilt and goofy smile.

"No, a bunch of me running around" You corrected, earning a laugh from the soldier. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Well-" He started and got more comfortable in his seat. "I know these first few days can make you feel like a lab rat so I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you're doing and feeling okay."

In that moment, you realized there was nowhere to go. With your arms being the subject to experiment you couldn't run, you couldn't avoid, and you certainly couldn't ask him to leave. You almost wish your life long hero turned out to be an asshole because processing that he was rude would be easier than having to constantly run from the feelings in your own head.

"I'm okay" You reassured again.

"Then why do you look miserable?" He challenged.

"I told you it's just my face" You playfully reminded him.

"Maybe one of your clones will tell me the truth" He joked. "Nothing about this is easy. I struggled when I got here, and you were practically crying when you were hired on."

"You're really going to call me out like that? That's how this is?" Your eyebrows raised.

"That's how it is" he grinned. "Not to make this weird but I've been keeping an eye on you, and you seem very... tentative. Uncomfortable maybe?"

"Do you double as a therapist? Super hero by day, shrink by night?" You questioned.

"It's actually more time efficient to be a shrink from nine to five, then work in the superhero stuff after."

"Oh, right, makes total sense!" You agreed with the nonsense.

"Sorry to interrupt but we're going to start running some of this, but stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes to see if we need more" The nurse said before leaving the room with the vials.

"How many of those have you filled?" Steve questioned, referring to the vials.

"I lost track after 15"

"Well now I have to fire you because you lost track of the vial count" He poked.

"I had a good run, it was an honor." You agreed.

"I heard you kicked ass yesterday in your agility assessment"

"Yeah? Who'd you hear that from?" You questioned.

"The assessor who has been stuck in bed all day with sore muscles an a pull in his abdomen" Steve laughed.

"Oops?"

"You're a way better fit than Tony made you out to be, he let me review your resume. I'm impressed."

"Thank you, it means a lot. I don't have a flying suit or a special power but I'll definitely try my hardest to keep up."

"Is that what this is about?" He asked, head tilting to the side again.

"What?"

"Your miserable face?" He picked up the way your eyes never left the floor in front of his feet.

You stopped to think about your next words so you could choose them wisely. You didn't want to come off as the overly emotional woman or seem unfit for your new role. "I'm not miserable, I'm just having a hard time believing I should be here." You admitted half the truth as he crumbled your protective walls.

"I'm sure it won't help much to tell you that you're qualified for the job, but here I am running my mouth anyway." He made fun of himself. "But I dunno, based off your record it seems like you're not the type to doubt your ability."

"Typically I'm not, but you guys are just so... established. I don't really know how to work my way in."

"You don't have to work your way in, everyone already wants you around. All you have to do is show up." Steve smiled.

"It's a little hard to show up when I'm a lab rat"

"Which is why I came to you"

"So I'm not getting fired...?"

"Still don't know that yet" Steve shrugged. "You seem pretty close with Scott already"

"Yeah, he's really sweet. We talked about his podcast and what Cassie is up too. He thinks Cassie and I are really similar" You explained.

"I also saw you talking to Thor" He pointed out.

"Thor was nice, lots of flattery."

"Flirting is what he does best" Steve pointed out. "Bucky? Sam? Nat? Peter Parker?"

"I've talked to Sam and Spidey, not so much Bucky and Nat"

"Okay, so it's not just me you avoid"

Your eyes snapped up off the floor at his statement, a small grin spread across his lips.

"I don't avoid you" You furrowed your brows, lying straight through your teeth.

"This is the first time we've had a conversation since we've met, you didn't text me back, and you leave the room every time I enter it." He challenged.

"I don't-"

"But you do" He insisted with a kind expression. He wasn't standing off or angry, he was empathetic. He just wanted to make sure you we're okay. "Why do you do that?"

"Steve" You warned.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? Did I do something to upset you?" He questioned further. "If we're going to be a team, we have to be comfortable with each other. We have to get along... build trust."

"It's not you" You shook your head, back slumping against the back of your chair contemplating if you were about to spill your guts to him. "Not your fault"

You cursed yourself for making him feel like he did something wrong, for allowing your grief to cloud this experience for you.

"But there's something wrong?" He asked sympathetically.

"Kind've? but also not really, and it's definitely not you" You nervously played with your fingers.

"Is it hard to talk about?"

"How could you tell?" You questioned rhetorically.

"I'm not going to force you into talking about it, but is there anything I can do to make it better?"

"You didn't do anything in the first place so I can't imagine you have to prove anything to me to make it better"

"I don't want you running away from me anymore, I really really really want to be friends with you" He pleaded like a child, it brought a smile to your face.

Of course he wanted to be friends with you, the prettiest girl he's ever seen. Quite honestly, his brain screamed at him to run away every time he saw you too. His palms would sweat and his heart would race, yet for some reason you pulled him in like a magnet.

Steve saw so many traits in you that he had when he first came out of the ice. Avoidance, distance, you just looked lost. You made yourself small, scurried through common areas quiet and stealth as a mouse, yet when you were around anyone who wasn't one of the Avengers, you became larger than life. Self assured with a big ear to ear smile on your face like you ruled the whole entire world.

He saw the way your eyes stayed trained on the floor, your fingers were constantly intertwined with each other in an anxious attempt to find something to fidget with, while the inside of your bottom lip squished between your teeth.

He knew the feeling all too well, it was like being stuck inside yourself with no way out. He saw the pain, he saw the struggle, he saw himself in you and he desperately wanted to pull you out.

"We can be friends" You told him, he swore that was the first time he had ever seen your real smile. Your big bright teeth were such an addictive sight, he wanted to see it over and over again.

"That means not running away from me anymore" Steve challenged.

"Am I running away right now?" You asked.

"No, but you also have tiny plastic tubes in your veins, there's kind've nowhere for you to go"

"Hey, I have extensive medical training, I could take these out no problem if I wanted to!" You proved your point. "And just for the record, I don't like having casual friends, it's best friends or nothing at all."

"Then it's settled, we're best friends now" He agreed.

The couple days after that, you actually did start feeling better about the situation in general. The huge wave of grief finally settled into tiny ripples, allowing for you to pop you head above the surface to take a big deep breath.

Steve helped. A lot.

Every single morning without fail, he would greet you with wide arms and an even wider smile before saying "good morning, best friend!" and trapping you in the biggest hugs you've ever received.

You two would go about your work like the adults you were, but Steve turned into a dysfunctional codependent every single time he got off work.

He would shove other team members out of the way so you could sit next to him while watching movies, he forced you out of your shell and invited you to everything. Dinners, bars, workouts at the gym, game night.

Eventually everyone was getting jealous that Steve took up all your time, and created a demand for the supply of you.

Before you even knew it, it felt like you were the most sought out avenger on the team. When you entered a room with more than one of them, it felt like getting pulled in a million different directions for a million different reasons.

But you would have that over feeling lost and unwanted any day. You had to hand it to Steve, it was like this was his plan all along.

He took you into the palm of his hand until you were comfortable, then shared you with everyone else. It was like he was the only one who really truly saw you for who you were.

After two months, he really did feel like a best friend. When you looked at him you didn't see a product of your childhood, you didn't see little you running around the park with a plastic shield, the little girl that would love to be the grown version of yourself, you saw your best friend. Your favorite gossip buddy, the guy who preferred hot lattes over iced ones, a big softy who cried over Friday night romcoms with you, the gentle giant who encourages you with a push without making you topple over.

You still had a hard day every once in a while, times where your muscles were too sore to move and days you desperately wanted to talk to your parents. Steve was always the first one to see the internal conflict. He saw it in your posture, the twinkle in your eyes would fizzle, and your smile only reached half capacity, but you did a good job trying to hide it.

So good that he was typically the only one who saw it. And on those days, he still would never make you talk about it.

He would hug you a little longer to say good morning, drag you out on a run, then force you to relax with him after work.

You knew he saw your struggle, and you knew he tried to make you feel better without saying a single word about it.

That's the funny thing about healing. It wasn't linear. Good days and bad days alike, you were just happy to be surrounded by people who genuinely loved you now. A whole bunch of dysfunctional codependents- a whole bunch of best friends.

Another crazy phenomenon started happening, you started seeing all of Steve's behavior too. You could spot his draining social battery, his sleepiness after a restless night, his distaste in a raunchy conversation, you knew how he was feeling before he expressed it, you always saw it.

And what you didn't know, was that he was silently grieving too. It seemed like everyone knew but you, especially one morning when you woke up and you didn't see Steve in the living room.

You didn't get your morning hug from your best friend, no gym Buddy in sight.

You walked in, stopped in your tracks, then pouted.

"What's wrong, Princess?" Thor questioned, Asgardian accent popping out.

"Where's Steve?" You questioned, turning you head towards Natasha.

"Oh, it's October 15th." Nat informed you, as if that was supposed to ring a bell. "We never see Steve on October 15th"

You stood there throughly confused, cocking your head to the side.

"Oh yeah, it's National leave Steve Rogers alone day" Bucky giggled to himself.

"I'm so confused" You admitted, walking towards the kitchen island where Bucky and Nat stood around.

"It's the anniversary of his Mom's passing, he usually spends the day at the cemetery and doesn't like to be bothered." Bucky explained.

All you did was nod, you understood now.

"You know, it happened in 1936, you'd think he would be over it by now" Bucky added, causing an immediate pang in your heart. "It doesn't even feel like we're in the same world as her anymore, yet he always goes back."

"Rogers' is a very sensitive soul, you gotta let him have it" Nat playfully nudged Bucky's elbow.

The subject ended as fast as it started, and you certainly weren't going to bring it up again. You ate breakfast with them like business per usual, then went about the rest of your day.

The only difference is that you spent your downtime today going to the craft store to pick up supplies for something you haven't made since middle school, then you sat in your room with a romcom in the background while you worked away.

Once you were happy with the result and everyone else had gone to bed, you moved your movie over to the living room and waited for Steve to come home.

It took a few hours, but he stumbled through the door at around 11:30. He set his keys down on the counter, and kicked his shoes off by the door before dragging his feet all the way over to you and fell onto the couch with a heavy plop.

The whole couch was available, but he sat right next to you, so you took half your blanket and threw it over his lap. You pulled something out of your pocket, then grabbed his forearm and moved it so it was settled on your lap while you tied the product of your hard work around his wrist.

A friendship bracelet.

You made two of them, a bunch of threads knotted together now lived on both of your wrists as a symbol of your best friendship. The one you put on him was the colors of your suit, while the one you wore was red white and blue.

After you tied it on, you put your wrist next to his to show him what you had done.

Although you could see his tired and sad eyes, he still smiled. It was a genuine smile too, the kind that makes your whole face scrunch up.

"I've never had friendship bracelets with anyone before" He admitted while looking at you as if you had just forced his inner child out.

"Well now you do, congratulations" You grinned, speaking softly.

"You just made my whole day a million times better" He smiled. "I'm never taking it off, thank you. You're a peach"

"You are very welcome, best friend" You grinned before turning you attention back to the movie. "Juno, have you ever seen it?"

"Mhm, I love this movie" He gave a small nod.

"Wanna watch with me? I can restart it, I don't mind."

"You're doing that thing, aren't you?" He questioned sheepishly.

"Thing? What thing?" You questioned even though you were definitely doing that thing.

"The thing I always do to you. Where you know I had a bad day, and you're trying to cheer me up without forcing me to talk about it?"

"Oh! That thing!" You exaggerated. "Pssst, why would I ever do that? Of course if you were having a bad day I'd let you suffer alone. Who do you think I am? Mother Theresa? I don't offer those services, Rogers. I'm glad you had a terrible time."

"You suck" He scrunched up his nose.

"What can I say? I'm a terrible awful no good human being" You shrugged. "Which is exactly why you are going to eat ice cream with me, and we're going to watch Juno. Oh! And if you're really good, maybe tomorrow I'll teach you how to make friendship bracelets so you can make some for your boyfriends"

"My boyfriends?"

"Sam and Bucky obviously"

"Oh, right" He hummed before letting his head hit the back of the couch. His smile faded fast but he was trying really hard not to kill the mood.

"Would talking about it make you feel better?" You asked sympathetically. "Bucky kinda told me what was up, but not in great detail."

"I don't even know what there is to say. It's been so long, yet every year on this day if feels like it just happened yesterday. I don't even know if my own mother would recognize me if she saw me now."

"Of course she would, you look the same! Just taller" You smiled. "Did you have a good relationship with your mom?"

"Yeah, the best. The best heart I've ever known"

"Well, obviously she passed that down to you"

"I don't know about that, but I'll take it" He pressed his hand to his chest. "I'll get over it. It's silly. Just one day a year where I can't seem to shake it, but I'll be okay."

"Of course you'll be okay, but I don't think it's silly. Losing a parent isn't something you just get over, it's okay to welcome that grief and sit in it for a little while. It's a beautiful reminder of all the love you still have for her." You reminded him. "You don't always have to be the tough guy."

"What are your parents like?" Steve asked, finally looking at your face.

"Dead" you said bluntly.

"Nice, mine too" he laughed at your answer.

"We just have so much in common!" You faked enthusiasm. "My dad is dead, he passed when I was 12. My mom is figuratively dead, she also passed when I was 12 but unfortunately I didn't get a chance to discard the remains until I was 18"

"Did you kill your mother?" He whispered jokingly.

"I probably should've" you whispered back, earning not so quiet laughter. "She's been calling me for weeks wondering where I am, but I really think she would be happier if one of us was dead"

"She doesn't know you're an Avenger now?" He questioned seeming genuinely surprised.

"The only people that know are my old commanding officers" You admitted. "Probably the only people who care."

"They must be very proud"

"Okay, this is not about me" You giggled, trying to steer the conversation away from all the emotions that tend to consume you.

"I'm proud of you" He ignored your plea.

His words hit you like semi truck, you had to bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering and giving away all the emotions flooding your brain.

"I wanna hear more about your mom" You told him in another desperate attempt.

"I'm the sad one, which means I get to choose what we talk about to make me feel better, which means I want to know why you get so worked up around me sometimes." He lifted his hand just to poke your arm.

You covered your face with your hands before letting out a dramatic groan that caused him to laugh. "So embarrassing"

"What could possibly be so embarrassing?" He asked, gently prying your hands away from your face. "I'm probably the least judgmental person you'll ever meet" he smiled when your eyes poked out.

"God- I hate you, Rogers" You complained in defeat.

"Mhm, tell me more" A laugh erupted from his chest.

"Do I really have to?" You complained.

"No" He shook his head. "If it's still too hard to talk about we don't have to" He dropped the act and let go of your wrists.

He was so sweet, the sugar rotted away your brick wall. Oh, and when he looked at you with those big, blue, puppy dog eyes you couldn't deny him of anything.

"Ugh! Fine!" You surrendered. "I'll tell you but I swear if you laugh or make fun of me I'll never tell you anything ever again!"

All he did was smirk and lift up his pinky finger to wrap around yours, a non-verbal promise. "We have friendship bracelets for a reason! I take this very seriously, best friend."

"Okay. When I was a kid I had three ultimate heroes" You started, taking a moment to acclimate to the embarrassment. "My dad, my mom, and you."

"Me?!" He pointed to himself with a big goofy smile on his face.

"You" You nodded. "My parents were both military and you were... well... you, so I just thought the three of you guys were just the epitome of what a human should be. I dunno, I guess back then it was so simple, such a sacred part of my childhood."

"I am pretty cool, aren't I?" He joked.

"You suck, I hate you now, remember?" You joked back. "Don't let this inflate you're ego."

"They do say don't meet your heroes" He nudged you with his shoulder.

"All of that was before my dad passed and my relationship with my mom got complicated." You further explained. "It's really weird for me, most of my life I thought you were dead. And now, during such a pivotal point in my life, I don't have either of my parents but I have you. Having someone around again that means so much to me and be so kind to me has been an adjustment. I appreciate you so much, but sometimes I can't help but to think of how complete I would feel if i still had my parents to see all of this craziness. In a weird way, it makes me grieve all over again."

"When my mom passed, I was too sick to even tie my own shoes. My dad was gone before I was even born. I always wonder what my mom would say if she say all of this. A part of me thinks she would be happy for me, but a bigger part of me thinks I'd give the poor woman a heart attack if she knew what I've been up to" He explained. "Sometimes, all I want to do is just talk to her. Tell her about how life has been going, let her know everything about me. But I can't. And it seems like you can't do that either, so when you feel that way, just come talk to me. I'll always listen, okay?"

You nodded and swallowed back a lump in your throat. You know your behavior at the beginning of this journey all made sense to him now, it was like he could finally see you for who you actually are, rather than who he thought you might've been.

"You need a hug?" He asked.

"You give the best hugs" You nodded.

He held his arms out for you, inviting you into his personal space. You accepted by snuggling close and holding him just as tight as he was holding you.

"I really am proud of you" he insisted. "Thank you for trusting me"

"I guess I don't hate you that bad"

"Yes! Best complement ever" he happily accepted. "See?! We're still best friends!"

“Uh huh” You sarcastically giggled as he let you go.

In such a short amount of time, you already found yourself missing his touch.

Next part: Touch

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Marvel headcanons that I have

Pietro likes to watch professional wrestling, like AEW and WWE. Tony actually got him tickets to Wrestlemania once and Pietro had a BLAST

Bucky can cook because he had to take care of pre-serum Steve

Wanda likes to knit

Loki paints his nails. Thor will sometimes get Loki to paint his, and he loves it

Peter once bought the Avengers Tower Lego set and told Steve that he was too old to build it. Tony was a proud dad

Basically Wanda, Sam, Yelena, Bucky, and Clint can cook

Tony can only make Italian food and that's it

One time Vision got in the kitchen, and he almost burned it down

Pietro says "meep meep" when he runs

Natasha can fight in heels

Yelena is jealous of that ⏫

Kate is VERY ticklish and Yelena loves to tickle her

Tony and Peter built a robotic arm for Tony. Because Tony's arm had to be cut off.

Bucky and Tony get along ok and swap stories about Peter and Steve being stupid

Natasha and Yelena love watching Disney movies. But not the ones before 1960. They freak the sisters out

One time, someone put on Once upon a Time and Bucky freaked out when he watched the Mad Hatter episodes. Steve and him did LOADS of research about S. Stan

Yelena likes to write short stories and only shows them to Natasha

Alexei and Melina visited Natasha and Yelena, of course, Alexei challenged Steve to a match. Alexei actually won because he sweated so much, Steve slipped

Sam and Bucky have a "get along tee shirt". They hate it

Shuri made light sabers when she was 11 and brought them to the compound one time when visiting with T'Challa. She and Peter had a battle and T'Challa was like, "Sister, I told you not to bring them."

Bucky is a science nerd and LOVES sci-fi and Disney.

Steve and Bucky once asked Tony where the flying cars were.

Clint has fell from the vents 117 times. Natasha has kept track

The team has matching pjs of themselves and they wear them during movie nights

Peter has a swear jar and the people that have lost the most money are Tony and Natasha

Morgan once dressed up as Tony for Halloween.

America, Kate, Yelena, Peter, and Shuri once summoned a ghost and Kate was throwing salt everywhere and they had to go get Strange and Wanda to help

Bucky, Peter, and Steve have noise-cancelling headphones because they get over-simulated pretty easily

If Steve gets married, his wife would get him a ring made of vibranium

Loki once caught Thor and Bruce "doing it" and the image is scarred in his brain for life

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Off Limits I | The one where it all began

PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.5K

SUMMARY | You get hired as a new team member of the Avengers, and get introduced to Steve by your father, Tony. You have heard and seen a lot about him, being Captain America after all, but you never expected him to take that much of a liking to you as he has.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Use of readers middle name (Lily) but Tony says Y/N when they're alone, reader's age is mentioned twice.

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Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Series masterlist | Part II

''Are you ready for your first day, darling?'' Tony asked, and you are. You have been looking forward to this day ever since finding out you will be a part of the Avengers. You have been to the Avengers Compound many times of course, especially since your dad owns it, but you have never really been around the Avengers, at least, not since you were little. Once you started high school and college after that, you moved away for a few years to California to get your degree in criminology, which had piqued your interest ever since being a little girl. It turns out that this degree would be even more helpful than you thought before becoming an Avenger.

''Yeah, I am. But can we please stick to what we discussed earlier? I don't want them to think I became a part of the Avengers because of you. You know I love you, but I did this on my own and I want everyone to know that.'' you said, and even though it did hurt Tony a little bit, he was still accepting of the fact that you felt that way. ''Anything for you, Y/N,'' he said, and he means it. ''I'm proud of you, and I can't believe I will be working so closely with you now. It's a dream come true for me,'' he said and he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, or ''papa bear hugs'' as you called them. ''I know Dad, but we should go now, Steve will be waiting and I don't want to make a bad first impression,''.

The two of you walk toward Steve's office, and Tony knocks on his door. ''Come in!'' you hear a deep voice say, and you get goosebumps when you hear it. ''Cap, I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is Lily (Y/L/N), and she is the newest addition to the Avengers,'' he said with a proud look on his face, and Steve is slowly looking you up and down. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you!'' you say with a cheery voice and extend your hand out to give him a handshake, and he quickly does the same. ''I'm Steve Rogers, it's nice to meet you as well,'' he said and the both of you felt a little shock of electricity when your hands touched. When he got up out of his chair you saw how big he is, towering over you, and it intimidated you a little.

''So, tell me a little bit about yourself, please,'' he invited, and you happily did. ''Well, as you now know I'm Lily, I am 25, and I've been born right here in New York. I recently got my degree in criminology at the University of California and now I plan on using the knowledge I got from that to help out the Avengers,'' you say with a proud look on your face, remembering how you graduated top of your class just a few short months ago. ''If you don't mind me asking, what is criminology?'' he asked with a bit of shyness laced in his voice, not feeling comfortable admitting he doesn't know something when Tony is in the same room as him.

''Criminology is the study of crime and criminal behavior, based on principles of sociology and other non-legal fields, including psychology, economics, statistics, and anthropology. It means I study the behavior of a criminal and the effect that has on society and people around them,'' you tell him, trying to keep it relatively simple and not wanting to use too many field-related terms. ''Sounds interesting! Congratulations on your diploma,'' he said and he gave her a big smile before moving on to the next topic. ''Has Tony perhaps told you what your role as an Avenger would be in your case?'' he asked and you shook your head, your dad wanted Steve to tell you that.

''Hm, alright. Your role is trying to figure out why the criminals do what they do when possible, and what we can do to stop them. This means you and I will usually be working together when coming up with a plan for missions. Besides that you will be trained in fighting by all of the Avengers, so you can be helpful in the field as well as behind the scenes.'' he explained, and you slowly let it sink in. You did have some training in fighting since Tony already taught you quite a lot growing up, but now you would be training more than you were used to. You were looking forward to it nevertheless. ''Sounds good!'' you say and let out a little chuckle, excited to be starting your new job as an Avenger.

''I believe that will be all for now, later you will have a meeting where everyone is present, so you can get to know the rest of the team, too. I have to run because I have another appointment now, but it was nice to meet you, Lily, I'm looking forward to working with you!'' he said with a big smile, showing his perfect teeth. ''You too, Captain!'' you say, but Steve quickly corrects you and says you can call him Steve, you don't have to address him by his title. ''I'm sorry. It was good seeing you, Steve,'' you say with a little wink, making Steve blush a little bit before he goes to his next appointment. ''So, what do you think Y/N?'' Tony asked, and you tell him how excited you are now that you know what your role will be in the team.

When the time for the meeting with all of the Avengers rolls around, you get nervous, meeting large groups of people has never been your favorite thing to do. You remind yourself it will be okay, they're gonna be your teammates after all, so they can't be that bad, right? Before the meeting you go to the bathroom to fix your hair and make-up a little, making sure your shirt is still neatly tucked into your jeans and your boots are still laced properly, you didn't want to make a bad first impression on them. Walking into the conference room, you notice you're the last person to walk in, ''You can sit here,'' Steve said, and he points to the chair he left open next to him. You say a soft thank you and give a small smile to Steve, and say hi to your dad.

''Now that everyone is here, I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our team, Lily (Y/L/N). She will be a part of our team starting tomorrow,'' and she gives everyone a small smile while looking around the room. ''Welcome, Lily!'' most of them say in unison, and Steve asks you to introduce yourself further to the team. ''So yeah, I'm Lily, 25 years old and I recently graduated from the University of California with a degree in criminology. I will be putting that degree to use by working with Steve to come up with plans for your missions, and I will also be joining all of you to help you fight when necessary,'' you say with confidence now. Everyone introduces themselves quickly. Bucky introduces himself as Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call him Bucky. Next up there's Natasha and Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Peter, Vision, Scott, and Thor.

After the meeting, Tony brings you home, knowing how much a day like this drains your energy. ''So, how did you think it went?'' he asked and looked at you before turning his eyes back to the road. ''Well, it is a lot to process, but I'm sure that after a good night's sleep, I'll be more than ready to start work tomorrow,'' you say with a bit of a sleepy smile. ''Thank you for everything, Dad. I'm eternally grateful that you helped me to get this opportunity,''. ''You're welcome darling, I love you and I want nothing but the best for you, you know that!'' he said and he felt like the proudest dad ever. Although, he felt even prouder when you accepted your diploma a few months ago, and he was there to witness it. Your mom couldn't make it due to work, it was a busy time as a nurse and she couldn't get the time off, but Tony made sure he would be there for you, he would always show up for his little girl.

The next few weeks went by in a rush, training a lot with all of the Avengers, each of them is training you on different aspects of fighting and self-defense, but your favorite people to work out with are Nat and Wanda, because of all the girl talk you have, and Steve because conversations with him just flow so naturally. You have noticed that Steve seems to take quite a bit of a liking to you as well, which took you by surprise. You weren't sure why Steve would like you so much, but you didn't look into it too much. You just enjoyed the conversation, occasional flirty comments, and lingering touches as much as you could. Your favorite moments, however, would be movie nights with the Avengers where you could cuddle up to Steve. His body heat was always very welcome since you usually were pretty cold.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 6 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 25: All The things Lost

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ben Parker x May Parker, Ben Parker, may Parker & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, M.J and Peter, Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis, Skye. Fitz, and Simmons, Phil Coulson & agent may, Harley Keener, Adrian Toomes & Liz Toomes, Nick Fury & Maria Hill, Maria Hill & Reader Summary: The reaction from people that reader met Warning: Mentioning of child abuse (look up maria's hill dad from marvel comics) , flashback

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

In their Queens apartment, Ben Parker was trying to explain your story to May.

Since the two had come home, it was all they could talk about. Ben had to reveal he had known the truth all along and that Fury organized everything between you and them. It was a lot for May to process, and more than once she found herself taking a break just to comprehend the stories.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked tearfully.

Ben sighed, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"But you told me about your brother and Mary being with SHIELD right after we got engaged. What was so different with Ellen? O-Or... (Y/n)? I would've understood."

"I'm so sorry. It was a sensitive topic and we were all worried for her."

"I'm your wife, Ben."

"And I'll never forget it. That day, our vows, how beautiful you looked in that dress..." He closed his eyes. "It was the hardest thing I had to do, keeping this from you."

"We vowed that we wouldn't lie to each other." She reminded him. "Do you remember that bit?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. If it was my choice, I wouldn't hesitate to tell you everything. It was Fury who made the call to keep it quiet. (Y/n) wasn't comfortable with people back then either."

"What does that mean?"

"She didn't want to be known as the Stark Runaway or some rich guy's rebellious kid. She wanted a clean slate, to just be a person, a friendly neighbor. And she was going to tell you herself eventually. She just didn't want you to see her differently."

"I wouldn't." May looked away. "I love that girl so much. She's still going to be Ellen Campbell to me. She's not a runaway. She's her own person."

She found herself gazing at the apartment door. It was right on the other side of it where they first 'bumped' into you.

"She's always there when we need her, Peter loves her like a sister... And now that I mention it, she's practically a daughter to us too." She felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Is she going to be in danger?"

Ben wished more than anything that he could give a definite answer but the truth was that he simply didn't know. His silence gave that away too.

"Oh, my God." May whispered, hiding her face in her hands. "She told everyone who she was, said people would be after her... What's going to happen? Are we in danger too? The SHIELD leak-"

"Hey, hey, hey." He quickly wrapped her up in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to worry about that. Fury took precautions. He destroyed the files about Pete's parents and us when they died so he wouldn't ever be a target."

"And Ellen?"

"I... I don't know. But you know what she's like."

She managed a little nod, looking up at him. "She's strong."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "That's right. She's like a superhero."

"She'll be okay. She has to be."

"Before I left the station, the guys were showing off these videos of some car chase in Battery Tunnel. This car was driving up the walls and there were guys on bikes shooting at it. It had to be her."

"The other nurses showed me that too!" May gasped. "I thought it was, but there wasn't a clear line. I don't know if I'm more proud or terrified."

"At least we're on the same page about that."

As they continued to discuss the matter, Peter was sitting in the living room. He was busy with homework and completely oblivious to the conversation happening a few feet away.

However, it wasn't the homework that had him distracted. Coincidentally, it was also you.

Just because he'd spent the entire day stuck in middle school, it didn't mean he didn't know what was going on in the city. The teachers talked, but the kids talked even more. He'd heard all about what was happening in the capital and how you were being chased by what sounded like evil agents.

In his head he kept envisioning that you made it out okay and that you finally got to reunite with your dad. He hadn't forgotten about the day when you told him who you really were, so for you to get a hug from your dad was all he wanted for you at that moment.

He almost jumped a foot in the air when the laptop screen on the table started flashing to signal an incoming video call. He recognized Ned's username and quickly accepted, hoping his friend could distract him.

If the call wasn't surprising enough, it was even more of a shock to see Ned with a girl from their class. She was extremely quiet and they hadn't really talked before, but he was pretty sure her name was Michelle Jones-Watson. She seemed to avoid all forms of human contact unless absolutely necessary.

"I'm telling you, he probably already knows!" She was saying.

"Well, I'm telling you, I'm telling him anyway!" Ned argued back, the pair unaware that he had accepted the call already.

"Fine! But don't be shocked when he remains emotionless."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Uh, guys?" Peter spoke up, startling them both. "Yeah. Hi. What's going on?"

"'Sup, nerd." Michelle greeted.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, grinning. "I need you to look at the news!"

He frowned. "Why?"

"It's Ellen! You'll never guess who she is!"

"Ellen?" He frowned. "(Y/n)!"

While he launched himself out of the seat to find the TV remote, Ned and Michelle resumed their argument. Ned was pondering how Peter already knew the truth and Michelle was all too happily gloating with several 'I told you so's.

Peter scrambled to find the right channel, eventually settling with CNN, where a blurred image of you in a fancy car was stuck on the screen.

He had a huge grin on his face, glad that you were okay. Maybe the news was reporting on you finally returning to the world. It certainly seemed so with the way the reporter was talking about everything.

But then the headline changed.

Peter felt sick as a sudden wave of disbelief, shock, and sadness overwhelmed him all at once. Despite the wailing of alarms outside, the rain battering the windows, all he could hear was the reporter's voice.

"The missing daughter of famed billionaire and Avenger Tony Stark has been reported dead this afternoon after a failed surgery in an attempt to save her life. (Y/n) Stark shocked the country when she revealed her identity to the world several years after apparently running away from home. There are several eye-witness accounts who claim she was shot at long-range just feet away from the entrance of Avengers Tower. They also report that Tony Stark himself witnessed the act and was last seen carrying her inside the building."

May and Ben had returned to the living room at this point and had heard every word. They watched in horror as a picture of you at sixteen showed up with the words '(Y/n) Stark - Daughter of Tony Stark - dead at 21'.

"Uncle Ben? Aunt May?" Peter looked up at them with tears streaming down his face. "Ellen... (Y/n)... She-"

(I couldn't find kid! peter hugging aunt may, so this will do!) He started to sob and May rushed to hug him, trying to quieten her own cries so she could comfort him. Ben slowly dragged himself towards them, putting his arms around them both as he closed his eyes tightly.

It didn't make sense. It didn't seem real. You were so precious to them all, and now you were just... Gone.

It wasn't fair.

Coulson had been sitting in his room in the dark for a while now.

Maybe a few hours had passed but he couldn't be sure. He didn't really care about it. He was just tired after all the chaos that had unleashed during the HYDRA-SHIELD reveal. He had his team in one piece - save for Ward who turned out to be a traitor - and they were all safely on the Bus. It was a good time to take a break.

The silence was only interrupted when Agent May opened the door, letting in a stream of light from the other room.

"I see the notion of knocking has become old fashioned." Coulson commented.

"You need to see this." She said, getting right to the point.

She held out a touchpad, her expression holding an emotion that even Coulson couldn't quite figure out. Curiosity got the better of him as he accepted the pad and looked at the reels playing.

He felt cold as the news of your death reached his ears. The whole room seemed dark again.

Elsewhere, in the rec room, Skye and FitzSimmons were also unfortunate enough to find the news channel.

They couldn't believe it either.

"Oh, my God." Simmons gasped, a hand over her mouth.

"(Y/n) Stark?" Skye questioned, eyes wide. "How did we not know that?"

Fitz didn't say a word, his arm around Simmons as she continued to stare at the TV with a saddened gaze.

Their time with you may have been short but it didn't mean it wasn't meaningful. After all, you were the one who brought laughter and jokes to the room, bettering a bad day. You got a smile out of everyone, even Agent May. No one could ever forget that.

You really were the rich girl in the end.

Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis stood in their rented London apartment, watching the news report in stunned silence.

It had taken them a while to remember why you looked so familiar, and it had been Jane who pointed out that they saw you way back in New Mexico after Thor got his powers back.

How could they have known back then just how important you were?

The next person to discover your death was Harley Keener.

He was in the garage working on the latest version of the potato gun when he heard your name on the news and almost dropped the weapon in his hands.

He didn't understand half of what the reporter was saying when the man talked about organizations named HYDRA and SHIELD and then a leak exposing secrets about both of them. Of course, in contrast, the news about you dying was as clear as day.

He knew you looked familiar.

You weren't just the Mechanic's friend, you were family.

The latest update didn't mean much to the people that hadn't encountered you before, but to those that had, it was indescribably shocking.

There was now a video of you being carried into the Tower up on the Internet. It was posted anonymously but naturally people ate it up.

It was the people of New York who took the grief the hardest. The Parkers, Ned and his family, and even Mr. Delmar. For them, it wasn't just (Y/n) who had been killed, it was Ellen Campbell. They loved her, and now she was gone.

You were gone.

People searched through all the different channels and websites to find a version of the story where you survived. They needed to believe it was a hoax, that you were going to show up the next day with your usual smiles and jokes.

Even a spokesperson from Stark Industries was forced to armor up in the end and confirm the news. They requested time to grieve the loss of the company's heir, refused to let anyone question Tony, and promised to answer any questions in due time.

Another New Yorker had discovered the news as well now.

It was the girl you had saved two years ago during the Battle of New York.

Liz was in the car with her father and watching the news on the small screen between the seats. She hadn't been paying much attention until she caught sight of your picture and gasped so loud the car almost swerved.

"Dad!" She yelled, pointing at your picture. "That's her!"

He looked between her and the screen in confusion. "What's that, honey?"

"She said her name was Ellen but that's the girl who helped me when the aliens came!" Liz insisted. "It says she was shot!"

Now, Adrian Toomes held a deep hatred for Tony Stark, but unfortunately he couldn't help but be grateful to the woman who had saved his little girl's life.

He may have vowed vengeance on the father, but he wouldn't be able to forget the daughter.

Surprisingly enough, the last people to hear about your death were the real SHIELD agents.

Fury, Hill, and the very few people they trusted enough with the truth were gathered in a base while they waited for the Triskelion incident to calm down.

Fury stood by the window, a somber look in his eyes as he watched the rain slide down the glass. The sky was dark and the clouds gray, but he could also make out the several plumes of smoke wafting into the air from the crash sites of the helicarriers. It was hard to believe that a day hadn't even passed yet.

There was a buzz from inside his coat then. He cautiously took a phone from the pocket and saw a notification light up the screen. It was an unknown number, but he knew who - or what - had sent it. Fury always knew.

I am sorry, sir. I have failed my mission.

Fury, who was never one to show his feelings, let out a barely audible sigh. No tears fell, he didn't say a word, but he did feel a pang of remorse.

He was proud of you in a way. Not many would have the guts and strength to reveal themselves as you did, certainly not after so many years of hiding and paranoia. You had done a lot for SHIELD, and he respected you for it. You saved good agents, built valuable weapons, and even if you thought a plan was ridiculous you still listened.

Yet you were only human.

After being informed of all the details, he was extremely wary of the fact that HYDRA had repossessed the scepter. It was a dangerous weapon anyway, but now it was guaranteed to be used for bad.

Agent Hill entered the room then, her feelings vexed and torn.

"Sir?" She asked hesitantly. "Is it true?"

Fury kept his gaze on the phone in his hands and didn't even look up. "Agent Campbell is dead."

Hill immediately looked away, quite astounded by how much emotion she felt by the confirmation. It felt like just yesterday that you had awkwardly approached her for the first time and asked if she could train you to fight.

She had spent more time with you than she realized due to all the training, making projects, and even getting coffee during breaks. Not many saw it, but she could have considered you a genuine friend.

It was about a month after Thor had returned from Asgard in 2012.

Loki would be awaiting trial and for now the world was at peace once more. Well, the outside world anyway. You had just finished yet another practice round with Hill in which she had completely destroyed you.

Hill watched with an amused glint in her eyes as you dropped to the ground with a huff.

"Tired?" She quipped.

"Too much cardio." You grumbled in response.

She raised a brow, having heard that phrase at least three times during every session.

"You need to work out more." She said.

"I do!" You whined, picking at the mat aggressively. "I walk to the fridge and I run to the coffee machine and... And other stuff."

She crossed her arms, waiting for a better answer, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry, but me plus effort equals no go."

"You'll need to get used to it if you want to defend yourself." Hill shrugged, sitting beside you. "If you have any ambitions of becoming better, it'll take years of focus and hard work. How do you think I got here?"

She passed over a bottle of water which you eagerly took a long swig of before twisting the cap closed again.

"I'm not you." You eventually said.

"I know." Hill shrugged. "But we're more alike than you think."

You scoffed, clearly not believing the claim. "Oh, yeah? What's your poison? Did your dad also pretend you didn't exist for your entire life too?"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What? Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

You waited for her to elaborate, but she remained silent. "Well, come on! Don't leave me hanging, Hill. Spill the gory deets."

Maria Hill didn't trust a lot of people, that much was true, but she'd known you a long time now. She'd spent hours giving you advice on how to survive as an agent and knew pretty much all there was to know about you. Perhaps you were one of the few who deserved the favor returned.

"I never really knew my mom either." She confessed. "My dad didn't care. He was a drunk. Said I was responsible for all his problems. I got into the bad stuff, ended up with the marine corps, and then SHIELD. Haven't spoken to him since."

There was a silence after the short yet oddly detailed summary and you just stared at her for a moment before letting out a low whistle.

"Damn, girl." You mused. "I guess dads really can't do their jobs right."

While Hill smiled, she didn't encourage the mindset. "At least yours wants you home."

"Ha. That's funny."

"I mean it, Campbell."

"Okay." You sat there for a moment, considering it. "But what if I don't want to go home?"

Another silence followed your question and for a moment you thought the subject was being dropped. With that thought in mind, you raised your hand expectantly.

"Gimme five?" You offered. "Shitty fathers club? You can be the treasurer."

Hill cracked a smile, shaking her head as she reluctantly accepted the high-five.

"Yay!" You exaggerated a grin. "We're, like, totally besties now."

"Even so, I still gotta train you. Up you get, Campbell."

You whined again but she only laughed, easily hoisting you back to your feet.

Back in the present, Hill's mind had been running wild with possibilities and solutions.

"Project TAHITI." She finally suggested.

Fury looked up at last, an array of feelings settling inside. Of course he wanted you back, but he also knew exactly how you felt about that particular project.

You had said 'If I die, don't ever do that to me.'

He respected you too much to go against your wishes like that. Even if it worked for Coulson, he couldn't do the same for you.

"She wouldn't want that."

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lollytea · 2 years

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so in love with Willow taking up photography as a hobby. like of course she would. of course she'd be the type to want physical snapshot reminders of memories she treasures, people she loves, things she finds beautiful. she takes a picture of Luz giving Amity a big kiss on the cheek and gifts it to them, she takes a picture of Gus doing his best attempt at a handstand, she takes a picture of Hunter grinning, all earnest and goofy. it makes so much sense and i love her SO dearly

It makes me SO happy to think about Willow's new photography hobby. It's just so so sweet. It's a way for her to express herself!! A way to better understand this strange and beautiful new world!!! She's collecting memories in the form of photos to remind herself that no matter how bleak things seem sometimes and how much she misses home, there's so much love and laughter here. It's not all bad, it really isn't.

Willow getting excited about telling her Dads all about her adventure in the Human Realm and all the fun she had with her friends. She can't WAIT to show them her pictures. She feels like she's gotten really good at photography lately. Her friends are constantly telling her how beautiful her pics are. And though she's feeling pretty confident in her skills, she still feels like her pics are only beautiful because she chooses to focus on beautiful things. But she certainly can't tell Hunter that's why pictures of him turned out so nice.

Willow swells with pride when she gifts Luz and Amity a photo of them dancing in the rain and they bundle her into a tight hug. It's now framed on Luz's desk and Willow feels warm every time she looks at it.

She managed to snap a whole series of Gus on his brand new skateboard. There's this one pic right before he takes a tumble where he's making the absolute goofiest expression imaginable. That photo has become immortalized as the house's biggest meme. It makes everyone howl with laughter everytime they look at it. Even Camila. It's on the fridge. Gus considers it his finest moment. Willow is eternally delighted that she was responsible for capturing the exact moment that renders everyone helpless with giggles.

And Hunter....she's got so many pics of Hunter. She's kinda embarrassed to tell him just how much she as. That would be weird right?

It's after the grimwalker reveal when they finally come in handy. Late one night when they're talking of everything and nothing. It's an adjustment period. Hunter knows she doesn't hate him. But he admits that he's still having a hard time being comfortable with himself. Being a clone is confusing, as it leaves you uncertain of who you really are.

Willow is silent for a moment before standing up with a purpose. Hunter is almost startled at the abruptness. Willow marches out of the room and is gone for a few moments before she returns, armed with a shoebox full of photos. She spills them out in front of a stunned Hunter.

So many wide gap-toothed grins. Him standing by Gus with his hands hovering nervously as the latter attempts to become the next Tony Hawke. Hunter posing dramatically in his handmade Halloween costume that he was so proud of. Hunter and Luz curled up together in a tangle on the couch, fast asleep. Hunter cheering as he proudly carries Amity in a piggy back after she bet him five bucks that he couldn't. Hunter, Hunter, Hunter, Hunter and more Hunter.

All snapped by Willow with so much love you could almost drown in it.

"Maybe it would help..." She says softly. "If you could see who you are with your own eyes. Because I'm seeing. I'm seeing all the time. And I try to get every moment of it because I really like seeing..."

#toh spoilers #me gushing over willow turned into huntlow. sorry about that #Huntlow

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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You wrote daddy stark content but I'm craving more 🫠 how about a hcs with daddy stark being absolutely in love with his wife's big belly, kissing and all that cute things, and then absolutely in love with his baby boy (yes, he's a boy daddy, change my mind), cuddling him and talking with that cute voice, basically cute and cuddly husband and daddy stark 🥹🥹🥹

I thought you meant daddy as in, ya know, Daddy, at first 🤧 But I’m still on board 🙌 He deserves to have more family content ❤ And yes on this blog he has two sons and I won’t be taking criticism💅

More Pregnancy/Family Headcanons ❤️

Warnings: no specific genders/pronouns used for reader | some mild pregnancy references in the beginning

💠He was already excited, but once you start showing, and when it's suddenly rolling and kicking -he's rolling and kicking- in there, he's practically glued to your side for a while! He's already so in love with his son, and it's obvious he can't wait any longer because most nights he's curled up next to your tummy before bed, or buried in your chest with a hand trying to feel those kicks that he usually catches too late 🥺

💠Aaaaand when you start showing, he goes full on into every mode you can think of! Dad Mode, Protective Mode, Overly Affectionate Mode, you name it.

💠It just suddenly feels more real and sudden, and he's realizing that maybe this house isn't the best place for his baby. It wasn't necessarily designed with a family in mind, after all 😅 But with the help of JARVIS, he can figure out a few ways to baby-proof this place a little better! But then even he's fumbling to practice unlocking those baby-proof locks, and after testing out a few child locks on JARVIS and his answers, he might accidentally get himself kicked out of admin privileges and still runs into a few issues where he can't get a question answered or a query run because it's considered "dangerous" 😭 It's not technically perfect, but he'll settle for Stark proof! Surely if he can't get into it, neither could his kid, right?

💠 You're pretty sure he's more excited than you to work on the nursery! He's just excited to be involved in something he never thought he would be! And just wants to go above and beyond before baby is even born 🥺 and make sure he'll already have the best of everything!

💠 You'll probably end up in very silly arguments, and honestly let Tony just have his way for this one. He did design this house, so surely he can do a decent job on the room! He's having a crisis on step one: the color scheme 😔 He wants a more "gender neutral" color, but there are too many shades of yellows and greens! You'll have to help him out, and calm him down… a newborn is not going to be picky about whether his room is mint green or vanilla yellow 🤧

💠 He's very proud when he gets it painted and hangs some pretty white curtains over the window! "What do you think?" He asks very excitedly, resting his hands on either side of your belly and kissing the top of your head. It's still empty other than a white wooden crib that hasn't been put together yet, its pieces scattered in the corner, but it's coming together. "It's cute." You smile back at him, sliding your hands up and down his forearms encouragingly. He leans in for a quick kiss before looking down. "What do you think, junior?" You giggle when he bends down to kiss your stomach, pressing a cheek to you and waiting a few moments as if listening. He hums in thought and looks around. "The ceiling needs something cute."

💠You try to help him out, but he might be a little overbearing. You find some cute dragonfly string lights, trying to hang them up while he surprisingly struggles with the crib. But he's probably struggling because he's too busy keeping an eye on you on that ladder, but he doesn't want to kick you out either because you're having fun decorating too :(

💠Honestly anything you do gives him half a heart attack! You're pregnant, not dying 🙄 though it may feel like you are sometimes If you need any help, he's there! And if you don't, he's still there! Depending on what it is, he might just do it for you and convince you to rest, especially the further along you get. It doesn't matter how much you protest, but hands cupping your cheeks and a few forehead kisses oughta calm you down! And if it doesn't, he'll give your lips a nice long smooch next. Can't be so huffy when you're out of breath, after all 😌 And he can be pretty convincing 😉

💠If you're going out, so is he! If he's not around, someone's going with you. He's always been a little overprotective, but now you're very pregnant and also kinda, ya know, married to Iron Man, so you can probably see where all of that protectiveness comes from

💠But don't worry! When you do go out, he's not some paranoid bodyguard constantly on the lookout. He is always on the lookout for more stuff to put in the nursery, though! You might have to stop him from getting yet another stuffed animal to clutter the little wardrobe with, but you can stop him from getting that cute little outfit he spotted!

💠And speaking of not being around, he hates being gone! For a number of reasons. But once he's home, he's all over you. Your tummy always gets kisses right after you, but eventually you'll become second in line for kisses, sorry 😇 You both get goodnight and good morning kisses, and sometimes he'll talk all about the mission he just went on as if reciting an epic tale, and it won't ever fail to make you laugh. He's working on his bedtime story skills, okay!

💠Your usual cuddle positions might have to get a little rearranged for a while, especially towards the end, but as long as he can keep a hand on your belly and have easy kissing access to your cheek or your hair he's fine! It's harder for you to get comfortable than for him, and harder to snuggle into his chest like you probably used to :/

💠And by the time you get around 32 weeks, he's making it very loud and clear that he should only be called in an emergency, especially if you've already gotten a due date. And to please try and leave him alone for at least a few weeks afterward 😪

💠And once he is born, Tony hardly lets him out of his sight (and his arms). The two were already the best of friends even when he was kicking his father from the womb, but they're pretty inseparable!

💠You all definitely get into a schedule. You take certain shifts, and Tony takes certain shifts. Tony takes any of the late nights and early mornings. He's probably already awake anyway, and he wakes up pretty quickly too, so he doesn't mind!

💠Well, he says he doesn't mind, but he's always pretty exhausted. You'll often find them both asleep by the time you wake up. Your son is always bundled up in one of the many blankets around here and peacefully curled on his father's chest. If you can't find them, they're likely in the lab! Until he starts to reach out to touch things and starts crawling around, that is… He hates to kick out his lab buddy, but this isn't exactly the safest area for a baby to be wandering around 😞

💠Sometimes he'll find the two of you asleep, too (or maybe you're just resting your eyes- you didn't fall asleep, really!) , and it's definitely one of his favorite things to see ❤️ If you're on the sofa or maybe even in bed, he's 100% just snuggling into you too! He's wrapping an arm over yours and giving both of you a little kiss before nosing into your neck. He's probably also falling asleep, especially if he's just come home. And now you have two babies 😇 If you're in the recliner in the nursery, he'll carefully give you both a kiss and take baby from you to put to bed. And then he has to wake you up to get you to bed... but surely he can make up for it, though😌😉

💠 He'll love it just as much if you curl up with them, too! Though, sometimes he'll get a little cramped, but he doesn't want to disturb either of you :( You're both too cute for him to move you aside 🥰

💠They also blow kisses to each other before Tony leaves 🥺 And if you're holding him when he comes in for a hug, he'll try to grab at dad's shirt or neck to be held. Tony will always hold him for a minute or two, but he can only stick around for a few more cheek kisses before he has to go :( You all hate when he leaves, and it's hard on you all. Your son knows dad put him into his crib at night, and is always the one getting him up in the morning.

💠But as soon as Tony is home, the house is always full of cooing and laughter from both of them. You're pretty sure Tony tells the best jokes in baby talk, but too bad neither of you understands it! His dad is always messing with him, too, but at least he thinks it's funny! Tony is always bouncing those tiny feet and blowing raspberries. When he starts to reach out to touch dad's face, Tony very sweetly kisses the hand trying to grab his nose and poke his cheeks. Until he starts poking him in the eye 😪 and your son thinks it's hilarious when he replies with an ow and starts shaking his little arm

💠Just as you always gave Tony a heart attack while pregnant, he's probably going to give you a heart attack with your baby. As soon as he can hold his head up, Tony is out there with him in the pool! Holding him of course, but he will literally be throwing him in the air and catching him 😰 They're both having a great time, at least! But you might not be 🤧 And when he's still really small, Tony will just carry him around in the crook of one arm, and will even continue to work, and bend, and walk- even in public. It probably looks like he's being a bit careless, but he's really not! And besides, you know from experience how comfortable and secure those strong arms can be 😌

💠And do we even need to mention the lab? You'll have plenty reason to be wary of it, but sometimes Tony likes to have company down there. When he's not blowing stuff up, of course! Plus, he's always busy, and might not get as much time with him as you usually do, so how could you say no? Tony is actually pretty responsible! You can trust him not to get into anything too flammable! Not around the baby, at least...

💠Tony spoils the hell out of him without meaning too. Tony might be able to rock him pretty often and bounce him on his leg, but when Tony is gone, you don't tend to have that luxury. Putting him back into his bouncers can be a nightmare, but keeping him swaddled to your chest or back will satiate him if you can get by! Don't worry: it doesn't work out in Tony's favor, either. Sometimes he's busy, but he can't help but bend to his son's will and keep him in his arms. He can't stand the crying anyway, and he may also need him quiet while he's on a pretty important phone call 😅 Sometimes he can hand him off to you, but sometimes you're busy or gone! He'll struggle with properly doing it at first, but he'll pick up on what you do: swaddle him in a blanket and tie it around your chest and/or back. Baby is secured and happy! And it leaves your hands free to keep working. It's probably a little funny to see him walking around the lab with his son on his back, but it works! It also seems to help put him to sleep, at least 😮‍💨

💠When he really starts to babble more, you'll probably be wondering who tf Tony is talking to. He'll just straight up talk to his infant son like an adult, but he does answer, to be fair. You'll hear him in the kitchen talking about air fryers and agreeing with that nonsensical babbling (our son says we need an air fryer, btw), or he might be complaining about a character in a show and he'll act just as outraged 😂 He'll even mimic the hand motions! It's quite adorable, and there will be no doubt about which mini-me he is 🥰

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