#winteriron edit | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr’s website traffic is steadily declining.

soliloquent-stark · 1 month

Text

twist your twisted leg (upon that twisted olive branch)

a winteriron au

dedicated to @sunnysideprincess 🖤

short summary after the cut:

after a tragic war accident where tony couldn't save his partner from falling to his death, he becomes iron man to make sure nobody he cares about will be unprotected ever again. he refuses to love someone else, and instead focuses all his time on the lucrative industry of clean energy and improving his suit of armor.

years later, while babysitting his niece, he gets a visit from a terrible ghost of the past; what follows is an addictive game of cat and mouse where the villain lacks the courage to finish the job, and the hero lacks the heart to turn him in.

when bucky unavoidably gets arrested, despite tony's efforts to help him out, tony realises the terrible truth he tried to suppress all this time: he doesn't want to live without the love-of-his-life-turned-nemesis because, even when fighting, bucky still makes him feel more alive than he's felt in years.

and since the motivation behind becoming iron man was to protect the ones he loves, he knows deep in his heart that none of it matters if he doesn't manage to keep the most important person in his life safe. so what if bucky hates him forever; he will still make it his life purpose to guard him. he cannot fail him a second time.

it's a damn good thing that prisons are not actually that hard to break into, and that all that money he's hoarded over the years is perfect for making two international fugitives disappear.

the fact i had more scenes but tumblr's limit is 30

the title is from this song which i highly recommend listening to

107 notes · View notes

aurumacadicus · 10 months

Text

Pride Pocket12--I Wanna Be Your Dog

Kink belongs at Pride and as an ace person I’m personally sick of people using my existence to try and push it out, so this year I’m dedicating my Pride Pockets to Kink. Obviously this has awakened something in me. I’m suddenly in love with owners Steve and Natasha and their (sometimes) sweet pups, Bucky and Tony. Fuck. You can find this fic on AO3 (here). Look out for under the cut!

Tony was going to be visiting.

Bucky growled to himself, pawing at the basket muzzle over his mouth, the stainless-steel wires not doing much to hide his sneer. He paced the room once, twice, then turned to Steve with a snarl. He liked his hood better. He liked the way his ears flapped when he shook his head like that instead of the way these had to stand upright on the muzzle.

“The muzzle is a safety precaution that you agreed to previously. You almost bit him last time,” Steve said, unperturbed, and continued working on his crossword puzzle as if Bucky was not capable of body slamming him with his displeasure. He glanced at his phone as it buzzed, then began folding his newspaper away.

Bucky huffed to make his displeasure known again. Maybe if Tony wasn’t such a snooty poodle, they’d get along. As it was, every time Tony came over, he ate Bucky’s food, hogged Bucky’s toys, and stole Bucky’s bed. Admittedly, he didn’t know if Tony expected the same treatment from his apartment; Bucky had taken one look at Tony’s dog bed that was more expensive than his and Steve’s queen and decided he was too skittish to try for it. He was bulkier than Tony. He might have damaged it.

Steve stood and made his way over to him, casually scooping up his thick leather leash from the table as he came to a stop beside him. Bucky scrambled to get away from him, but Steve was used to him, easily snapping the leash’s clasp onto the d-ring of his harness. “Bucky, cut it out,” Steve ordered sharply. “Sit.”

Bucky waited two beats, just to show he was sitting because he wanted to, not because he was told to. He huffed again, scowling, as Steve tied the other end of the leash to the post under the breakfast bar. He waited for the telltale knock at the door, getting up again so he could put the force of his whole body into his barking. He was absolutely stunned when Steve simply walked over to the door and opened it to show Tony and Natasha outside it.

“Wow, texting actually worked. He’s not barking at all,” Natasha said, surprised, as Steve welcomed them inside with a wave of his arm. She opened her bag as she stepped inside, digging through it with meticulous focus as Steve helped Tony out of his long coat, showing off that he was wearing nothing but his chest and plug harnesses, decorated by fluff to really make it look like he had a poodle cut. She unearthed Tony’s black poodle hood and matching paws. “Be a good boy and sit.”

Tony sat obediently, allowing her to do the majority of the work helping him into his hood and paws. Bucky seethed. What a spoiled show dog. He bet Tony got steaks for dinner at his house, and he was just as sure that Tony was going to help himself to Bucky’s food bowl anyway. And Tony wasn’t intimidated by the bulk of him at all, even when Bucky snarled and bared his teeth in warning. It was why they’d all decided he had to be muzzled during play-dates, at least until he learned to deal with Tony.

He doubted he ever would, Bucky thought sourly, as Natasha finally allowed Tony to pop back onto his paws. She got his leash on before he could bolt, though, and he came to heel immediately, chest heaving with excited pants as his eyes darted around the room. Brown noser.

Steve came back over and untied Bucky’s leash, taking a step to lead him toward Tony and Natasha. Bucky planted himself back into his sitting position, unimpressed.

“Bucky,” Steve hissed, glaring at him.

Bucky just blinked up at him serenely. Steve hadn’t said ‘come’ or ‘heel’ so he figured he should follow Steve’s previous order to sit.

“Sassy,” Natasha said, luckily sounding amused rather than hesitant. She clicked her tongue and tightened her grip on Tony’s leash as she chose to step forward instead, and Tony kept perfect pace with her, tail wagging with each step as they approached.

Well. It would be rude not to greet him when he looked so happy, Bucky figured, getting up again. He stepped forward, scenting the air. Tony smelled of the expensive leather used to make his harnesses, and… blueberries? Steve had mentioned once it was a treat Natasha used to keep Tony calm outside of their apartments. He leaned in as Tony came closer, sniffing down his back until he could get to Tony’s rear. His tail was brushed to poofy perfection, the leather of his tail harness cupping each cheek in a way that made them look even rounder. Bucky couldn’t help a pang of jealousy at what a pretty dog Tony was. Pretty dogs shouldn’t be annoying, he thought.

“Will you boys behave?” Natasha asked pleasantly.

There was an edge to her voice that Bucky recognized from the fighting ring he’d endured before Steve had rescued him. He fought the urge to cower, because Tony didn’t look alarmed in the slightest. Steve seemed to notice and stepped in closer, the hand not holding his leash carefully petting along his scalp, scratching behind his ears.

“He’ll behave,” Steve told her firmly.

Natasha blinked at him in surprise, then took a step back, looking contrite. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry.” She looked down at Tony, frowning. “Will you behave?” she said, as if correcting herself.

Tony just smiled up at her guilelessly, panting.

“…Alright,” Natasha said skeptically, reaching down to unclip his leash.

And they did behave, for a while.

Tony moved around the apartment sniffing everything and Bucky followed him, not trusting Tony to appreciate everything (that is, appreciate that everything belonged to Bucky). Tony found a squeaky toy and slapped it around just to hear it squeak and Bucky watched, just to make sure that Tony didn’t do the same to his soft stuffed rabbit. (Tony had apparently learned to give it a wide berth after Bucky almost bit him last time. He figured he probably should feel guilty about that now, as he watched Tony literally give it three feet of space as he circled it.) Tony found Bucky’s food and water bowls, and Bucky kept his growling to a minimum as he watched Tony sniff around them before trotting off again. It was fine.

And then it wasn’t fine. Bucky wasn’t even sure what set him off—Tony flopping into his dog bed and rolling around to get his scent all over it? Tony snatching half his food before Bucky chased him away from it? Tony accidentally stepping on his soft stuffed rabbit as he went chasing after Bucky’s favorite fetch ball?—but whatever it was, it had him chasing Tony around the apartment with a snarl, and Tony let out terrified little yipping noises as he ran.

Natasha made the mistake of trying to separate them instead of letting Steve do it, apparently not wanting to waste the extra twenty seconds it would take Steve to circle the kitchen counter. She’d caught Bucky by the harness in an attempt to pull him to a stop, but he’d just bowled through her, and she’d gone skidding across the ground and into his feeding station, where she got covered in the half-remaining food and his entire bowl of water.

Like any self-respecting dogs, Bucky and Tony had scattered and hid.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve told her hurriedly, helping her to her feet. “I should have told you that Bucky is solid.”

Natasha stared at Steve for a moment, stunned speechless. Finally, though, she deadpanned, “No, you’re right, I never would have realized your dog was built like a brick house, Steve.”

“I was going to offer you a shower and a change of clothes before you said that,” Steve replied, and she winced apologetically in response. “Throw your clothes out and I’ll take them down to the laundry room. I’ll leave some of my clothes on the counter.”

“Thanks, Steve,” Natasha sighed, then slanted a sharp look toward where Tony was cowering under the kitchen table. “Tony. Come.”

Tony approached hesitantly, more skittishly than Bucky had ever seen him. He couldn’t help a low growl at the sight, but luckily, he went ignored.

Natasha pointed to a spot in front of the couch. “Lie down. Stay,” she added sharply when he shifted restlessly. “Do not make me put a leash on you while I shower. I hate doing that.”

Tony let out a sigh as if he was the most put upon dog in the world, laying his head on his paws.

Bucky knew he wasn’t going to be so lucky. He’d been the aggressor. He hadn’t bitten Tony, but he had mounted him for a moment, trying to hump him into submission. That was part of the reason Natasha had tried to grab him—Steve had been so shocked when he’d realized what was happening that he’d shouted, ‘That’s impolite!’ and Tony had taken the chance to scamper off again while Bucky and Natasha gaped at Steve.

But he’d take his lumps. He’d caused Natasha to get covered in dog food, after all. He cautiously crawled out from his kennel, sighing, and said nothing as Steve grabbed him by the harness and dragged him over to the kitchen. He tied Bucky’s leash to the post holding up the breakfast bar again, then clipped it to his d-ring with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Bucky was not going to be ashamed about what happened, but he did sink down into a lying position so Steve wouldn’t have to order him.

“Unbelievable,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes, before he turned back to Natasha and motioned toward the hallway. “Come on.”

“Thanks,” she said, then offered Tony one more narrow-eyed look, firmly repeating, “Stay.”

Tony let out a whuff, looking up at her with mournful eyes, but Natasha simply raised an eyebrow before she followed Steve down the hall to the bathroom.

Steve returned a moment later, Natasha’s clothes in hand, and took a minute to just walk over and frown at Bucky. “Bud, she’s not gonna set up play-dates with us anymore if you keep doing this.”

Bucky huffed, shrinking in on himself. He didn’t care if he never saw Tony again.

Steve squatted in front of him and reached out to carefully cup Bucky’s cheek in his hand. He reluctantly leaned into Steve’s palm. “Just be patient until you get more used to Tony, okay? And stop chasing him so fast,” he added, more as an afterthought. “I could hear his knees popping.”

The whuff Tony let out was more offended than mournful this time.

“I’m going to run a quick load of laundry. Stay,” Steve ordered, leaning in to kiss Bucky’s forehead before he stood. “And for the love of god, if I have to repair this post again, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Bucky noticed Tony’s eyes darting between him and the post and couldn’t help his chest puffing out proudly. Admittedly, breaking the post had been an accident, but if Tony was impressed, he wasn’t going to tell him so.

Steve rolled his eyes as he grabbed the hamper from the bedroom, then walked over to give Tony a pat on the head as well. “Good boy, staying exactly where Natasha told you to. Stay there, okay?”

Tony’s tail wagged, and he let out a soft woof as he watched Steve head to the door and open it.

The door closed behind Steve with a soft click, and Bucky sighed and laid his head on his paws again. Better not test Steve and Natasha’s patience again. Best to just keep his head down and hope they forget that he and Tony had made a mess of Natasha’s clothes and Bucky’s feeding station, which Steve would now have to clean up.

Bucky heard Tony return to his paws and squinted an eye open to watch him. Tony had gotten back up and moved over to the trashed feeding station, sniffing it curiously. Then he wandered over to Natasha’s purse, nosing around in it. Not finding what he was looking for, he then turned his attention to Bucky’s toys again, and slapped one of his fetch balls and chased after it. He was going to get in trouble, Bucky thought. Natasha had to shower because of their shenanigans, after all, and having to take baths was really annoying. Tony was either very brave or very stupid. Bucky was still feeling a bit bitter about the leash, so he decided Tony was stupid.

Bucky growled when the ball bounced over and thumped him against the side of the head, slamming his paw down on it before it rolled away. Tony paused a few feet from him, tail swinging back and forth slowly, before he ducked his head, eyeing the ball speculatively. He let out a little woof, questioning, then dropped his front paws forward, tail up and wagging as he tried to draw Bucky into play with a wide grin.

Bucky closed his eyes again, ignoring him. He heard Tony huff and unconsciously curled his paw tighter around the ball. When he felt something nudging at his paw, he opened his eyes with another growl, baring his teeth when he saw Tony had invaded his space in an attempt to swat the ball back to play with. Tony, miraculously, growled back. It startled Bucky enough that he closed his mouth, trying to figure out where Tony’s sudden aggression had come from. Then Tony lunged at him.

Well, lunged at the ball still beneath his paw, but Bucky only realized that belatedly, surging to his feet and using his bulk to shove Tony back, away. Tony was not to be deterred, trying to shove back at him, but as scrappy as he might be, he had nothing on Bucky, both in size and in skill. He hadn’t forgotten everything about his time in the dog fighting ring before he'd been rescued.

Tony yelped as Bucky mounted him again, paws scrambling across the tiles, but Bucky clenched his front paws tight around him, keeping him pinned beneath him as he rutted against him. Maybe, if he was able to get Tony to submit, he’d teach Tony to stop being so aggressive in Bucky’s own fucking home. Tony scrambled under him, whining, but Bucky wasn’t going to be deterred this time. It was time to settle this once and for all.

Tony flailed his front paws back, and Bucky was confused when he heard something clatter to the ground, which made him reluctantly back off. He didn’t want to hurt Tony. Just show him who was the top dog.

It took him a moment to realize that the sound had been Tony’s tail harness falling to the ground around his thighs. He blinked, surprised. It couldn’t have just fallen off. Natasha was a meticulous owner. Tony must have pushed it off with his reach. He cocked his head, considering what this meant, but as he watched, Tony turned, dropping onto his elbows and shoving his rear up, toward him. His hole glistened, empty and clenching, between his cheeks.

Oh, Bucky realized, unable to help a startled huff as he leaned in, nosing his muzzle between Tony’s cheeks. That was why Tony had been so aggressive and skittish in turns. He was in heat. Bucky took this in, considering. Tony was a poodle. Surely Natasha would have found another poodle to breed him? Or something that would make, what were they called… doodles? Doodles were popular, whatever they were, he recalled. She must not have known how close Tony was, otherwise, she wouldn’t have scheduled the play-date.

Tony whined, shoving his ass up higher, and well. Tony had obviously chosen him. Who was he to hesitate?

Bucky mounted him again, curling his front legs around Tony as he rutted against him with more purpose, cock hardening quickly at the prospect of breeding Tony up. It took a few thrusts, but finally, the head of his cock found Tony’s hole, and he thrust forward again harder, sinking in halfway in one go. He tightened his grip on Tony as he thrust in further, pressing them together so that Tony’s fur tickled his chest and stomach. Tony let out a whimper, shuddering below him, but Bucky didn’t stop, instead spreading his back legs for more leverage to fuck him in earnest.

Tony took it like a champ, whimpering and whining beneath him even as he shoved his own hips back to meet Bucky’s thrusts. He was so wet and hot inside, Bucky felt his knot swelling quickly in response. Tony was so soft and needy below him, taking each brutal thrust with ease, spreading his own back legs to give him more room to work with. He bet Tony would have lots of pups. Natasha took really good care of him, fed him well, kept him groomed real nice, gave him lots of treats and expensive beds. Tony would look really good, belly swollen with pups. His pups. Bucky wanted everyone to know that Tony was his bitch and they were his pups being carried in his round belly.

Tony threw his head back over Bucky’s shoulder, mouth open wide as he panted. Bucky snuffled into his throat, suddenly regretting the muzzle for a different reason—he wanted to be able to take in Tony’s scent better, the slick sweat, the lingering scent of fruit on his breath. He wanted to be able to lick his vulnerable throat, press his teeth in until Tony whimpered in supplication and always dropped into breeding position for him, submissive and sweet.

Bucky shifted his hips as his knot began catching on Tony’s hole, shortening his thrusts. He heard Tony begin to let out a low whine and shifted his right front paw, giving him something to rut up against as well. Tony began shifting his hips, rocking down into his paw and then back into his knot. Bucky tightened his grip on him and planted his feet so he could rut forward once, twice, before finally forcing his swollen knot past Tony’s hole.

Tony howled, back arching, hips stuttering weakly before he fell limp with a low whine. Bucky adjusted his grip so Tony didn’t fall right on his face, rocking into him a little longer just so his ears could pick up on the wet squelch as he fucked his spend deeper into Tony’s hole, the little huffs every time his knot tugged at his rim. He wanted to lick Tony all over and whined when he realized his muzzle prevented it. How was he supposed to lick him clean after they untied? He gathered Tony up against him, possessive. Maybe he could get Steve to take the muzzle off when he saw that Bucky was definitely not going to try and bite Tony anymore. Not when breeding him was an option.

.-.

Natasha almost fell out of the shower in her rush to get out of it when she heard Tony howl. She’d been foolish to think Tony would stay in one place while she showered when there was another dog to bother. Steve had said he’d tie Bucky up and would only be gone ten minutes for his trip to the laundry room, and she’d believed that would be enough.

She should have brought Tony into the bathroom with her. Tony had gotten into trouble after being left alone for two minutes, let alone ten, and that was when he didn’t have another aggressive dog to contend with. The sound of rushing water made him nervous, but if she kept the curtain open so he could see her, his anxiety was manageable. And at least that way he’d be safe from Bucky.

She didn’t even bother to grab a towel, feet slipping on the floor before her hands caught the doorknob and she could hold herself upright while she got the door open. If Bucky was attacking Tony again, she’d elbow drop him right in the kidney. She’d feel bad about it later, probably, but in order to protect her pup, she’d do anything to keep him safe.

Natasha slipped on her way out into the living room, and the only reason she didn’t eat shit was because she managed to get onto one of the rugs decorating the floor. Her eyes scanned for Tony, and she found him under Bucky. She took a step forward, arm already lifting to drop her elbow directly into Bucky’s left kidney, but then Tony let out a sound, half whimper and half moan, and she froze in place. She was intimately familiar with that sound—sated, fucked out, and comfortable. She couldn’t help her mouth dropping open a little in shock. In the ten minutes that she’d been in the shower and Steve had been in the laundry room, they’d fucked. And Bucky had somehow gotten him to come in that short amount of time, too.

Natasha returned to the bathroom to put on the shirt and pajama pants Steve had left her, because Tony always needed a couple minutes to come down from his orgasm. Then she went back out into the living room, fully intending to tear Bucky off her poor, abused dog.

“Oh my god,” Steve said faintly as he stepped inside. “Are they—did they...?”

“Yep,” Natasha replied, clipped, as she approached Bucky. He glanced at her sharply out of one eye, but she didn’t let that deter her. “Steve, help me get him—”

“We can’t,” Steve cut in, face going an interesting shade of puce. “They’re tied.”

Natasha swiveled to face him, expression going flat. “What did you just say to me?”

Steve grimaced, then sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “When we’re at home, Bucky wears this sheath over his dick. He likes the way it sort of helps… immerse him in his pup headspace? But recently we, uh. We were trying out this one where the knot actually swells bigger with stimulation?” He slid his hand back to rub the back of his head bashfully. “So it. It’s too big to pull out, probably.”

Natasha chewed on the inside of her cheek as she considered this new information. She knew about the wearable sheaths, though Tony preferred not to wear them himself—felt too constricting, he’d said. She’d never heard of one that swelled with stimulation, though. “…Where did you find this new sheath?” she asked carefully.

Steve brightened. “Oh, well, Tony suggested it! I mentioned I wanted to… buy Bucky some more…” He covered his mouth, shocked, then let his hands drop to his sides. “Oh my god.”

“Tony,” Natasha hissed, gripping her hands into fists. Of course. He must have planned this. He wouldn’t put himself in danger, especially when she was supposed to be taking care of him. He respected her too much. “I am withholding treats for a month.”

“It’s really nice that you think you’ll be able to do that,” Steve told her kindly.

Natasha hated that he was right. Tony had puppy eyes on the best of days. In his pup head space, mournful and contrite? She’d fold like a cheap suit. “You and Tony are splitting the dry-cleaning.”

Steve looked at the pups again and winced when he saw that Tony’s fur was flattened between his back and Bucky’s chest, and he’d drooled into the fur on the front. “Yeah, okay,” he sighed, walking over to unclip Bucky from his leash. He tapped Bucky firmly on the forehead when he whined. “Muzzle stays because it’s what we agreed on before play.”

Bucky whuffed, sounding annoyed, but pressed his muzzle more firmly against Tony’s throat.

Steve raised his hands and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Maybe if you weren’t such a bully before, you’d be wearing your hood.” He gave Bucky a pat on the head to take some of the sting out of it before walking over to sit on the couch.

Natasha watched them a little longer, just to make sure that they were safe, before she trudged over to flop onto the couch. “If he wanted to be bred, he could have just told me,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Uhf! Thanks,” Steve grunted as she landed half on his stomach. He curled an arm around her waist to tug her into a more comfortable position. “He gets skittish when he wants things. You know that. We’ll just have to sit him down and remind him that we love him and that he can ask for things.”

“Ugh,” Natasha huffed, knocking her head back against his shoulder.

She wasn’t looking forward to it. Like Steve had said, Tony was skittish. Had been the entire time she’d known him, even when she was undercover. He’d been terrified when he’d finally told her that sometimes he liked to engage in puppy play, had hurriedly added she didn’t need to subject herself to it before she could even open her mouth to respond. ‘I’ve been doing it by myself for a long time,’ he’d said earnestly, as if it wasn’t one of the most heartbreaking things she’d ever heard. He’d been similarly terrified when Natasha talked about bringing Steve and Bucky into playing with them.

Of course he’d be scared to admit he wanted to make the play sexual. Just because everything worked out with the three of them, it didn’t mean he could forget how he was treated by people he trusted in the past.

Natasha heaved a sigh, closing her eyes. “God. Well, while we’re talking, I’m gonna bring up how you guys never come to our apartment. I know you guys feel awkward around his expensive stuff but to Tony it’s just stuff and he feels sad that you guys never want to play there.”

“Bucky worries he’ll ruin Tony’s toys,” Steve replied, shrugging a little.

“I’m gonna fucking tear that plush dog bed in half at brunch tomorrow to show Bucky how much Tony doesn’t care,” Natasha said, voice flat, and wondered if Steve was aware she was serious when he chuckled. She was going to rip it beyond repair just so Bucky and Steve could watch Tony slow-blink before saying something along the lines of ‘well, that color was getting boring anyway.’

#aurumacadicus writes #pride pockets #kink edition #winteriron #winterironwidowshield #lemon

43 notes · View notes

otpcutie · 2 months

Text

"In the end, Tony’s hopes didn’t matter. Howard agreed to the match and Tony was left to live with the consequences."

- Tempting Fate (Winteriron): Chapter 1 by otpcutie.

#I'm back to working on this fic!! so here's a quote while I work on chapter two <3 #(I also edited chapter one while rereading)#winteriron #winteriron fic #bucky x tony #starkbucks #otpcutie talks #otpcutie fics

5 notes · View notes

holistic-alcoholic · 11 months

Text

“Take the bed, too,” Tony continues, softer.

What?

“You know me, I’m spending nights down in the workshop, anyway. It’s there, unused. If you’re making a habit of hurting yourself in that chair—”

The chair’s fine. I’m not taking your bed, for the woods’ darkest—

“Well, I’m not taking it either, so you just look stupid in the chair.”

It is ridiculous. It is, above everything, hypocritical. But there is more to that, a mix of complicated thoughts and reasons— Tony’s aversion to his bed, his confinement to the safety of the workshop, his long-time fight with sleep, James’s longing for the softer touch— all of it adds to Tony’s sudden, visceral desire to see James rest, to give him that, to gift him with all the riches of this room, too big, too empty, all of its contents screaming loneliness to Tony, solitude and memories half forgotten. He needs it redefined. He needs it to be used in ways that do not talk of sorrow. He needs James to be happy.

And yet, there are no words in him to formulate this all; he has nothing but images, elusive, masked, unformed, and the whole enormity of his feelings, sublimated, are shaping in one simple word.

Tony looks at James and tells him, “Please.”

#winteriron #sneak peek #medieval fantasy fic #started editing this so I might post some sneak peeks from it now #if anyone wants it of course

6 notes · View notes

jimmy-josh600 · 1 year

Text

Fire & Ice AU: WinterIron

Prince James came back from the war Colder than anyone remembers and missing an arm. He's been more quiet than usual, he's in constant pain and his Ice Magic has been off since he's been home.

Prince Tony's Fire Magic has been calling him to the Fire and Ice border since he's gotten home from being captured by the Ten Rings, and everyday it grows louder until he decided what the worst that can happen? And crosses the border into the Ice-land, where he meets this new version of Buc-James.

What could go wrong?

#read on ao3 #winteriron #tonyxbucky #fire and ice royalty au #royalty au #magic au #soulmates #my works #not edited #prince tony stark #tony x bucky #one armed bucky #james bucky barnes #king howard stark #bucky x tony #knight steve rogers #steve x natasha

0 notes

massivespacewren · 4 months

Text

I drew a bunch of extra sketches into the special editions of the Reforged winteriron fanzines. This is one of them! I wanted To have some thing simple but sweet for the both of them.

#winteriron #ironwinter #buckytony #tonybucky #fanart #fanzine #pencil sketch #pencil #art by wren #kiss

197 notes · View notes

emmedoesntdomath · 10 months

Note

favorite non-newsies fanfic list? (holds hands out for marvel/rw&rb crumbs)

FAVORITE NON-NEWSIES LIST LMAOOO

guys, if you want content for other fandoms besides incorrect quotes, all you got to do is ask. I just get a shit ton newsies asks.

okay, so I have a lot of favorite fics (I dare you to look at my bookmarks on ao3), but my favorites and my favorite recommendations are two VERY different things. so I’ll give you a little of both.

ALSO- I NEVER RECOMMEND WIPS. NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE THEM, NOT BECAUSE SOME OF THEM AREN’T THE GREATEST THING TO GRACE THIS EARTH SINCE CHOCOLATE, BUT BECAUSE I WOULD HATE IF SOMEONE DID THAT TO ME. SORRY NOT SORRY.

WHAT I WOULD RECOMMEND OF MY FAVORITES (marvel and rw&rb edition):

it’ll be over (and I’ll still be asking when) by JBS_Forever- a literal masterpiece retelling of the typical irondad and spiderson relationship, honestly. tony’s a little ooc, but the way they wrote peter??? genius. inspired. would definitely recommend.

it’s the thing we’re missing most by lavenade- one of my favorite depictions of parkner in the history of ever, it beautifully showcases both the friendship and the relationship. perfect for a feel-good moment.

The Guiding of Death by RayShippouUchila- even if you’re not a winteriron fan (like, at all), it’s still very much a must-read. I make ALL of the exceptions for this one.

you’re stuck in my head (stuck on my heart, stuck on my body) by notcaycepollard- this was my first introduction to sam/bucky, and I have no regrets. their relationship is so gorgeous in this story. an easy favorite.

art of the game by volantium- perfection. harley is glorious, peter is anxious, and they’re perfect for each other. also, natasha.

Words May Fail (The Body Remains) by ladyflowdi- I know this isn’t really a common ship at this point, but you HAVE to read this. non-negotiable. I will find you. you can vent to me about it afterwards.

told you i’m on the way, i’m like an exit away by quidhitch- this might as well be canon, okay? it’s sweet, it’s angst-less, will make you grin so hard your cheeks hurt. I want to give the author a hug of gratitude.

~~~

Faster, Higher, Stronger by everwitch- basically follows the actual plot, but make it olympics. also, it’s nice and long. I have no criticisms to give.

Rule Number Nine by clottedcreamfudge- okay, honest moment here- I will unflinchingly recommend literally everything this author has written ever, but this is by far and away my favorite of their works. I’ve read it at least ten times.

We’ll Invite Something In by smc_27- so good. so sweet. also, it’s a little bit fluffier than most rw&rb fics, so if you’re looking for that, this one’s your guy.

and nowwwwww

MY FAVORITES OF ALL TIME THAT ARE JUST A LIL TOO UNHINGED TO MAKE THE FIRST REC LIST

Text Me Quarantine by ProsperDemeter- honestly, I don’t remember reading this one for the first time. it’s just a haze of pure euphoria.

a primer for the small weird loves by babyloveparkner- feature me SOBBING my heart out in the corner. I love this fic so much. honestly, top three of all of my favorites for any fandom. (warning: your heart will hurt)

The (Not So) Great Pretender by RayShippouUchila- I’m actually not willing to apologize for putting this author on here twice. this one is hilarious. also, fluffy avengers.

For the First Time, Eye to Eye by Sarah_Sandwich- I have never been so mad at harley keener than when I read this for the first time. one of the author’s greatest works, and so angst-ridden you’ll start seeing it in your sleep.

Catch Your Voice by lavvyan- this one’s for after you read the first non-negotiable fic. trust me.

~~~

A Sporting Chance by clottedcreamfudge- again, I will loudly proclaim this author’s greatness. their works make me really happy. alex is just so alex.

Made the Right Selection by clottedcreamfudge- alex is a cheerleader. henry’s learning all about football. that’s it.

Clue Me In by bleedingballroomfloor- you KNOW I’m here for the june/nora content. I shall never stop screaming about them.

okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

100 notes · View notes

reforgedzine · 1 year

Text

Preorders for Reforged: A Winteriron Zine will open on February 14th at 11pm CET/5pm EST!

Happy Valentine's Day! Celebrate love by ordering your Bucky/Tony zine before Saturday, Feb 18th ends (anywhere in the world), and you will receive a full set of FOUR additional prints featuring some of the art from the zine, as an “Early Bird” bonus!

The zine store will be open until March 11th with a variety of bundles available, from downloadable digital content all the way up to a limited edition collectors edition with an original Winterion sketch inside!

Choose from: 1) Digital Zine: Just the PDF - €12 2) Printed Zine: Printed and PDF - €35 3) Small Merch Pack: Printed, PDF, postcard, 2 stickers, washi tape - €45 4) Big Merch Pack: Printed, PDF, small merch, 3 acrylic charms, enamel pin - €65 5/6) Big Merch Pack PLUS an additional, original sketch by either KotaRiverroad or MassiveSpaceWren - €90

+ Add our NSFW bonus book for 50 pages of steamy, 18+ comics, art, and fic! - €3 Digital/€12 Physical

This zine is a big boi and contains over 50k words of fanfic, multiple fancomics, and many artworks made by a total of over 45 contributors! You don’t want to miss this!

The shop launches at reforgedzine.com on Feb. 14th at 11pm CET/5pm EST - see you there!

#winteriron #buckytony #winterironzine #zine #announcement

121 notes · View notes

polizwrites · 4 months

Text

PoliZ’s Seasonal Self-Recs - Holiday/Christmas/New Year’s Eve Edition

With Christmas Eve a week away, here’s some seasonally appropriate fics I’ve written/participated in - arranged by pairing. A/N: I’m somewhat surprised I haven’t written any Stony Christmas fluff - guess I ought to fix that…

WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - December 2023 (Bucky/Tony, General, 2055 words) Tony and Bucky decorate the tree during their first Christmas together – will Morgan approve? And what else does Bucky have planned?

Letters To Santa (Bucky/Tony, General, 754 words) When Morgan insists that her daddy write a letter to Santa, Tony asks for a Christmas miracle - to somehow run into that handsome kind-hearted man from the coffee shop again. (Sequel to An Act of Kindness)

Silver And Gold (and Hot Rod Red) (Bucky/Tony, General, 360 words) Bucky and Tony share holiday memories as they decorate their tree; Tony provides the finishing touch. (bonus fanart!)

Itching to Celebrate (Bucky/Tony, General, 100 words) Bucky surprises his boyfriend Tony with a fully-decorated Christmas tree in their living room. The surprise doesn't go quite as planned.

Where the Love Light Gleams (Bucky/Tony, General, 1352 words) Tony's minor mishap caused by flying back to the Tower through a blizzard results in an unexpected (but very welcome) Christmas gift. (Featuring matchmaking by JARVIS and the 'bots.)

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear (Bucky/Steve, Mature, 385 words) After a business meeting the day before Christmas, James gets a flirty video call from his sugar baby, Steve.

Stucky Bingo December 2022 Round Robin (Bucky/Steve, General, 2178 words) It's December. The weather is cold. Time to reminisce with hot chocolate and dancing.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Bucky/Steve, Teen, 1100 words) Bucky leaves a New Year’s party and runs into a stranger with a problem; he goes out on a limb to offer some help.

Muddling Through (Steve & Bucky, General, 1266 words) "Those aren’t the right words... to that song.” He didn’t know how he knew it, but it was true. He didn’t know how he knew a lot of things. Memories came back at random, so he was keeping a notebook, trying to piece things together.

I Make Toys (But I Have Aspirations) (Steve & Tony, General, 346 words) It wasn’t that Tony didn’t like working for Santa. It’s just that he wondered sometimes if maybe he was meant for more. One day, his friend Steve asks for his help, and Tony finds his true purpose.

Better Be Good for Goodness’ Sake (Bucky/Sam, Teen, 358 words) Bucky over-reacts to a Christmas morning conundrum; Sam is not surprised, but mildly amused.

Things Are Looking Up (Bucky/Sam, General, 551 words) Bucky’s reaction to a Wilson family tradition gets Sam to check in with his teammate and friend; crystalizing their connection.

In Case I Stand One Little Chance (Bucky/Steve/Tony, General, 485 words - ficlet + moodboard) Steve and Bucky 'help' Tony pick out gifts for each other; Tony misunderstands their reasoning.

#writing stuff #mcu/marvel #seasonal #self recs #Shameless Self Promo #winteriron #stucky #SamBucky

14 notes · View notes

aurumacadicus · 10 months

Text

Pride Pocket11--Permanently Black and Blue

Kink belongs at Pride and as an ace person I’m personally sick of people using my existence to try and push it out, so this year I’m dedicating my Pride Pockets to Kink. Tony doesn't know Steve is allowed to drive the quinjet because he always drives it himself when he's on board (barring when he's knocked out of course). No one tells him because he revoked Steve's driving privileges to his cars when Steve shot the gap between a jeep and a tank in battle while Tony, dearmored, was his passenger. Steve thinks it's hilarious.

You can find this on AO3 (here). Look out for under the cut!

The bruises were beginning to fade.

Tony frowned, turning in the mirror so he could better see the remains of the bite mark on his left hip. The edges had faded to yellow, and when he carefully pressed his thumb to it, it didn’t cause the same dull ache it had a few days ago. He couldn’t help a sigh so deep it came from his stomach, shoulders sagging.

Two weeks. Two weeks the team had been gone, undercover. Tony had had to stay behind because of a shareholder meeting. At least, that’s what Bucky had said, instead of, “Doll, you’re the most recognizable person in the world after Mickey Mouse.” And it had been very kind of him! Tony had appreciated the excuse of the meeting rather than being told he was inadequate for the mission. But now the bruises Bucky had left on Tony’s body before the team shipped out were fading, and while Tony knew vaguely when they’d arrive back at the tower, it was a tentative timeline.

Tony slid his hand down so his fingers pressed into a bruise on the outside of his thigh, sighing again when he got a dull twinge, maybe, but only because he was pressing so hard. It was hard enough going to bed alone, but now he didn’t even have the comfort of the memories of Bucky’s mouth and hands to ease his mind. It just felt… pathetic, mostly, standing in front of the mirror, trying to remember the sweet ache of the bruises, the memory of Bucky’s teeth biting into his skin until his brain stopped making so much noise, until he forgot that Bucky had to leave early the next morning. Trying to remember the way he’d been wholly at Bucky’s mercy, deep bruises on his ass making it impossible to sit at the meeting without squirming a little, his fingers trailing the hand-shaped bruises on his thighs and hips to distract himself from how boring the meeting was, how worried he was about his team.

Tony let his hands drop to his sides, frustrated, and turned to stomp over to the bed. He was being selfish. He knew the only reason Bucky had been so thorough was because he wasn’t sure how long the team would be gone, and he wanted Tony to have the reminder of him as long as possible. He would probably be pleased that Tony missed them after they healed, but that would happen later—Tony was here in the penthouse, and Bucky was… someplace Tony wasn’t supposed to know the name of but absolutely did. Who knew how long this mission could extend? Tony shuddered to think about it.

He flopped down onto the bed with a somewhat forlorn sigh, shaking his head a little as he turned to stare up at the ceiling. “Bucky will be home soon,” he told himself, even though he didn’t quite believe it. He lifted a hand to trail his fingers over a greenish-yellow bruise on his collarbone, frowning again. He felt… greedy. Foolish. Bucky was out there with the team trying to make the world a safer place, and all Tony could think about was Bucky coming home and fucking him through the mattress. As if Bucky would even be up for it. He hated going undercover. He’d probably just want to come home, wrap an arm around him, and sleep.

Tony turned onto his side with a huff, reaching out to grasp Bucky’s pillow and hug it to his chest. He buried his nose in the case, snuffling, and tried not to think about how Bucky’s scent had faded along with the bruises.

.-.

Bucky swiped the video back a minute so he could watch it again. Tony was standing in front of his full-length mirror, examining the teeth-shaped bruises over his body. Once he’d apparently decided on the one over his left hip, he ran his palm over it, tipping his head back with a sigh, closing his eyes. His cock was firming up quickly, even without any direct attention to it. Apparently, the ache from the bruises was bringing enough pleasure that it wasn’t necessary. Bucky licked his lips and hoped that he wasn’t being too obvious to the rest of the team.

The mission had been a bust. Clint, of all people, had been scoped by a carnival performer, and while the clown had been very sorry once he’d realized they were undercover, they’d still had to get out before they were made by Hydra, too. On one hand, he was glad to be getting back to Tony earlier than they’d expected. On the other, it made the last two weeks away from him feel like a waste.

He swiped the video forward this time, watching Tony bite his bottom lip and shiver as he dug his thumb into the bite mark on his stomach. The bruises would be gone by now, he thought, or almost gone. He swiped the video back again, focusing on the way Tony tipped his head back a little, eyes heavy-lidded and chest shuddering with an exhale. He’d known that Tony liked being bitten a lot more than his previous partners, but he’d never known how much. Tony liked to complain, so Bucky had sort of figured it was a shade above ‘putting up with’ for him, especially if Bucky left hickeys where they were visible. Apparently, Tony only complained when they were visible because people would obviously notice him pressing on them. He wondered if Tony was reliving the memory of Bucky putting them there, or if it was the zing of pain that got him blushing and shivering in the mirror. He didn’t mind either way.

Bucky watched as the video ended and autoplayed onto a new one as the quinjet touched down. It showed Tony touching a spot on his hip and frowning. He recognized it as a place where he'd bruised him before. Then Tony was trudging to bed, flopping down and rolling onto his back. He turned to pull Bucky’s pillow in and buried his face in it.

Bucky stood as the ramp began to extend. “I will not be debriefing actually goodbye,” he said simply, walking off the ramp and dropping the last three feet onto the tower roof. He heard a chorus of ‘what the fuck?!’s behind him and ignored it. He was not going to sit around and listen to everyone complain about the mission being a bust when Tony was curled around his pillow in their bedroom.

Tony was asleep when he arrived, which Bucky hadn’t actually expected; Tony was a light sleeper, and his sleep schedule was… interesting. He must have been exhausted. Bucky decided he wasn’t going to contemplate why. He was there now. He’d take care of him.

Bucky carefully turned Tony onto his back, hands pausing to stroke over Tony’s hip and stomach where he had in the video. The bruises were gone, like he’d expected. Most of them were, he noticed, but for yellow and green spots where his teeth dug in deepest. His eyes traced over Tony’s body, cataloging old scars and new scabs, freckles from a recent jaunt in the sun and pale inner thighs that hadn’t seen the same warmth. He licked his lips, carefully tilting his head as he leaned in, until his mouth was hovering over Tony’s hip, where he’d seen him pressing on his bruise earlier in the video. Then he pressed his teeth to Tony’s skin and bit down, hard.

Tony jerked under him, waking with a start to the pain, then froze as he tried to make some sense of his surroundings. His eyes darted over Bucky frantically, trying to see who was on top of him and struggling in the dim light. His hands carefully clenched into fists, preparing to defend himself.

Bucky sat up with a theatrical slurp, lifting a hand to wipe his chin. “Miss me, doll?”

Tony relaxed immediately, unable to help a smile coming to his lips. “Bucky!”

“God, you’re always so happy to see me,” Bucky sighed, heart flipping in his chest. Tony was always happy to see him, even now, having been jerked awake and worrying about his safety before he recognized him. It was humbling. He couldn’t imagine anyone ever looking at him with the same affection that Tony did. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Tony answered, reaching up for him, then winced, breath hissing out between his teeth as his hands clapped over the bite mark. “Ow.” He offered Bucky a petulant scowl. “You didn’t have to bite so hard.”

Bucky couldn’t help a smirk. “No? You said you liked having marks.”

Tony grumbled under his breath for a moment, something that sounded like ‘smug asshole,’ before he reached up again, curling his fingers around Bucky’s tac vest. He tugged lightly, and Bucky allowed himself to be eased back down on top of him. “How was the mission?”

Bucky leaned down that last few inches to kiss him to avoid having to answer and tell him it was shit, had gone to shit, and was a complete waste of time. Instead, he drew Tony’s bottom lip between his teeth and bit down just hard enough that Tony mewled, just the way he knew Tony liked it. He suckled on it for a moment, then released his lip, with a soft moan. “Wanna bite you all over.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered open, as if he hadn’t realized he’d closed them. He tilted his head, frowning, then couldn’t help an amused snort. “That good, huh?”

Bucky dipped his head to dig his teeth into Tony’s shoulder. Tony hissed again, hands sliding up from his shoulders to bury his fingers in Bucky’s hair. Bucky took couldn’t help a moan when he tugged, just enough to put pressure on his scalp without it actually hurting. He released Tony’s shoulder reluctantly, tracing the shape of his teeth with his tongue before he leaned back. “Can I get you off, or…?”

“I’m tired,” Tony complained, but he looked as disappointed as Bucky felt. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Steve drives the quinjet like an old man,” Bucky grumbled, eyes tracing down Tony’s body. He leaned down to close his teeth on Tony’s pectoral, around his left nipple, and moaned again when Tony yanked on his hair with a yelp.

Tony squirmed, back arching, and he couldn’t tell whether he was pressing up into Bucky’s teeth or trying to escape them. “Steve’s not allowed to drive the quinjet,” he finally managed, breathless.

Bucky sat up again, raising his eyebrows. “He can, he just gets razzed by everyone not to crash into the ocean again. ‘s part of the reason he goes so slow—to get back at us.”

“You guys are so mean,” Tony began, pulling one hand from Bucky’s hair so he could touch around his nipple. He winced, hissing again. “You’re so mean.”

“You like when I’m mean,” Bucky purred, sitting back. He watched Tony’s fingers flutter over the bite-mark again, then reached down to grab Tony’s knees, spreading them apart. “’m gonna bite all over your thighs, doll.”

“I’m tired,” Tony said again, but it sounded more like a warning than a complaint this time.

Bucky smirked at him. “I’ll get you off in the morning then.” He stroked his thumbs over the inside of Tony’s knees soothingly. “And I won’t be offended if you fall asleep.”

Tony scowled. “I won’t fall asleep with you biting me, you asshole.”

“So don’t then. Either way is good for me,” Bucky replied with a shrug, then turned his head to the left to sink his teeth into the inside of Tony’s right thigh.

Tony’s back arched, and this time he whimpered in complaint. “Ooh. Fuck, Bucky, that’s—I have a meeting in a few days, don’t be mean—”

Bucky was going to extend his bites to Tony’s ass with that new information. He hoped JARVIS would send him clips of Tony squirming in his seat and trying not to blush. He always looked so pretty when he was trying to stay calm, cool, and collected and failed just a little, in the way only someone who knew him intimately would know. And Bucky knew him very intimately.

Tony fell asleep as Bucky was suckling a hickey over where he’d bitten on his ass, but Bucky didn’t mind. Tony had been exhausted enough to sleep at ‘regular person’ hours when he came in, so he’d sort of figured it would happen, anyway. He knew Tony’s limits, and quite frankly, he was tired, too. He just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get a few fresh bruises on Tony before he passed out beside him, especially now that he knew that Tony enjoyed the bite long after the initial sharp burst of pain.

Maybe he could use that when they woke up in the morning, having Tony press against the bruises while Bucky fucked him. Hell, maybe he’d wait for Tony to get hard just from the pressure on them before he even thought of lubing him up. It was certainly something to think about, he decided, then turned his head to bite down on the inside of his right knee. He had plenty of time to think about it, he figured.

#aurumacadicus writes #pride pockets #kink edition #winteriron #lemon

30 notes · View notes

not-close-to-straight · 5 months

Note

I just put my book order!! I was wondering if/when you had plans to sell Bikers and Bright Eyes as a physical copy because I would love to get my hands on it.

So BABE is already in one of the Winteriron short story collections (which aren’t available anymore) BUT I wrote a 10k addition to the BABE verse back in October so I already have plans to re edit/re format and add the bonus chapter in and then turn it into its own small book.

I just didn’t have time to get it done this round and I sort of have tentative plans for ANOTHER addition just to better tie the story together and finish it up, so I’m waiting on it.

Maybe summertime? I’ll have a couple new short story collections (both marvel and stranger things) ready to go by then too so I’ll do another small sale probably July-ish

16 notes · View notes

purpleicedteas · 4 months

Text

Mod Purple's Events in 2024

If you're new here, I write fic and mod lots of events!

Here's what my modding schedule is looking like for 2024. I will come back to this post and edit it as necessary. I hope you all join me on these fun adventures!!

Current - February 25th, 2024: Stony AUniverse Bingo Round 1

Current - February 14th 2024: Stuckony Valentine Cards (Prompt Fest)

Current - June 12th: WinterIron Mini Reverse Bang

Current - December 16th - WinterIron Bingo Round 2

Monthly parties feat. Round Robin

Monthly Mayhem

Current - May 29th: Tony’s Birthday Gala (Prompt Fest)

??? - October 15th : Tony Stark Big Bang

May 20th - February 25th 2025: Stony AUniverse Bingo Round 2

Drabbles & Doodles

Tony Tuesdays & Steve Saturdays

AUgust (August 1-31st 2024)

jAnUary (January 1-31st 2025)

#purple patter #announcement #tony stark #stony #winteriron #bingo #prompt fest #big bang #reverse bang #marvel event #marvel events

7 notes · View notes

mcfiddlestan · 11 days

Note

Fandom Ask Game

4, 11 (Frostiron and Winteriron), 17 (Loki), 22 (Tony Stark), 25 (Bucky Barnes)

4. Is there a popular pairing you don't necessarily dislike but aren't too invested in?

Not that I can think of. There are a lot I dislike and I won't invest any time in and go so far as to block the ship name and any variants so I don't have to see art or headcanons, etc, about it. So if it's not blocked and I see it and I think the art is cool I guess that means I don't dislike it? I often share it even if it's a ship I don't necessarily involve myself in. Like I don't write for SamBucky or SamTasha, or Stony (although I've apparently blocked Stony, tho I'm not sure when that happened lol), but if I see cool art I'll share it. But yeah....there's a lot I avoid by all means.

11. What's your favorite piece of fanart?

OMG HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE?! I literally have more than 600 pix of fanart for FrostIron -- some made specifically for me -- and 134 of WinterFrost. Anything by @batwynn and lightonlight I love. And you'll probably laugh but this is one of my favorites for FrostIron.

As for WinterFrost...I seem to have made a lot more edits for this ship than any other LOL. But millennium-h always did the BEST edits for WF, including making those pix of Hiddles kissing someone on the rocks MUCH BETTER (sadly, they left the fandom not too long ago). And like with FI, I have a lot of faves, but this is one I really enjoyed.

and one to go along with it

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [Loki] would like?

I think it's obvious that Loki would be all over Shakespeare and any adaptation of his works. And he'd probably critique it better than Shakespearean scholars themselves. But I think that mischievous and love of chaos side of him would probably also be really into trash reality TV. Like the Real Housewives franchise. He'd have watch parties and hours-long discussions afterwards and everyone would be shocked by how accurate his psychoanalysis is. Because if there's anything people who are used to being overlooked and ignored can do it's read other people's emotions.

22. Give us a headcanon for [Tony Stark].

Aw man. I'm terrible at headcanons! I don't even know, man. Maybe that despite all his bravado (or overconfidence to cover for his insecurity) and need to prove himself to Howard, there's still enough of Maria in him that emerges in his tendency to take "lost" souls under his wing, not even to mentor but to give them a hand? Happy (loss of his boxing career, so he gave him a job), Peter, obvs, and even Steve, who he reluctantly helped bc y'know resentment. I say that's Maria bc considering how difficult Howard as a person was, who the fuck else could see anything redeeming enough to marry and have a child with him? She had to see something under the surface, yeah?

Idk. Told you I don't do headcanons. LOL

25. What's your least favorite thing [Bucky Barnes] said or did?

Killed Tony's parents??? IDK, there isn't much I dislike about Bucky, except that they didn't let him kiss Steve! I'm honestly just glad they never included that relationship from the comic in the movies bc I despise that actress and it would've bothered me to watch her shitty flirt-acting and whatever with Sebastian. It was bad enough with Fluffalo. Ick.

Thanks for asking!!

Fandom Ask Game

#Fandom Ask Game #matbts #these took me a minute to answer lol #frostiron #winterfrost #loki #tony stark #bucky barnes #my babies #my blorbos

6 notes · View notes

massivespacewren · 4 months

Text