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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!
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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.
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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.’
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Unfinished, Unending
Summary
They have loved him for more than one lifetime.
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It always starts with her.
In one life, she's a skilled healer labeled as a witch. Banished to the far away forest to live her life in solitude.
In another, she is a knight, loyal only to the throne.
In the next, she is a dancer.
And now, she is—
"You're fired."
"That's not really up to you."
For the first time since escaping the Red Room, Natasha Romanoff is truly terrified.
"Love is for children, I owe him a debt."
She was a child when she found the merchant. A child when she met the cherished advisor. A child when she ran into her favorite writer.
"Come on, Stark." Come on, love. You can't die just yet.
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Unfinished, Unending
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by Naivelittleprincess
It always starts with her.
Words: 1470, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Relationships: Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), winterironwidowshield
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Introduction
I’m Caitie :)
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 19
Sexuality: pan
Fav characters: I like a majority of the characters but my absolute favs are Tony stark, Yelena Belova, Gamora, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, and Rhodey.
Fav ships: Im down for pretty much any Tony ship honestly but the absolute favs are stony, buckytony, rhodeytony, stuckony, winterironwidow, winterironwidowshield(?) and pepperony. Non-Tony ships are Winterwidow, sambucky, starmora, scotthope, peppernat, t’challanat, samnat.
Current Brainrot: t’stuckony, rare pairs, poly ships
DNI: basic criteria (racist, sexist, homophobic etc.), terfs, tony antis, people who ignore that yelena is aroace, romanogers shippers, starker shippers, sylki shippers, Scarlett Johansson stans, Chris Pratt stans.
There may be some stuff I’m forgetting but I’ll add it if I think of it. Pls feel free to send an ask/message me anytime! I love talking about headcanons :)
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Unfinished, Unending
by Naivelittleprincess
It always starts with her.
Words: 1470, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Relationships: Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), winterironwidowshield
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41742429
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[a scantily-clad Tony enters Loki’s lair wearing a skimpy robe and hugs Natasha]
Tony: Time for another pony ride?
Bucky: Son of a bitch!
Steve: The both of ya?
Natasha: He’s insatiable.
Bucky: Tony, y-you let him touch you?
Tony: He felt like sunshine.
Bucky: Uh, no. No.
Steve: That’s why he had us tossed. So he could violate…
Natasha: He didn’t…
Steve: Violate our loves!
Bucky: Violate in succession!
Tony: Concurrently.
Steve: Concurrently? You never let us do that.
Natasha: Come on, Tony. Let’s have a bath so the boys can weep in private.
#original: angel#robert downey jr#sebastian stan#chris evans#scarlett johansson#tony stark#steve rogers#natasha romanoff#bucky barnes#winteriron#stuckony#stony#ironwidow#the avengers#quoting the avengers#non avengers quotes#winterironwidowshield#frost iron#frost widow
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clean energy mogul tony stark
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DyAahc
by tonystanktableforone
Steve and Tony meet for the first time
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p3 of my mob boss au
Words: 1229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of mob boss au
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Mob Boss AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, black widow natasha romanoff, But also, FBI Agent Natasha Romanoff, WinterIronWidow, OT3, Established OT3, Developing ot4, winterironwidowshield
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clean energy mogul tony stark
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DyAahc
by tonystanktableforone
Steve and Tony meet for the first time
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p3 of my mob boss au
Words: 1229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of mob boss au
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Mob Boss AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, black widow natasha romanoff, But also, FBI Agent Natasha Romanoff, WinterIronWidow, OT3, Established OT3, Developing ot4, winterironwidowshield, Italian!tony, Russian!Bucky, russian!natasha
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clean energy mogul tony stark
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DyAahc
by tonystanktableforone
Steve and Tony meet for the first time
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p3 of my mob boss au
Words: 1229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of mob boss au
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Mob Boss AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, black widow natasha romanoff, But also, FBI Agent Natasha Romanoff, WinterIronWidow, OT3, Established OT3, Developing ot4, winterironwidowshield
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clean energy mogul tony stark
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by tonystanktableforone
Steve and Tony meet for the first time
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p3 of my mob boss au
Words: 1229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of mob boss au
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Mob Boss AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, black widow natasha romanoff, But also, FBI Agent Natasha Romanoff, WinterIronWidow, OT3, Established OT3, Developing ot4, winterironwidowshield
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Tony/Whoever You Want
Title: Black Usually Hides The Blood Better
Been thinking about WinterIronWidowShield lately 👀
Black Usually Hides The Blood Better
Tony caught him coming in from a mission. He stared at him from over the back of the couch, horrified.
“Tony, sweetheart," Bucky began.
Tony leapt up from the couch he was lounging on, turning to face him immediately. He held his book up threateningly, scowling. "Why did you call me that?!"
"...Because I love you," Bucky tried again.
"'Sweetheart' is what Steve uses," Tony cut in, waving his book threateningly. "Or 'honey,' sometimes. Natasha calls me 'котик' or 'сахарок.' You call me 'doll' or--" He paused, and then the book was slipping from his lax fingers, face going bone-white in shock. "Bucky, you're bleeding!"
"It's not my blood," Bucky began hurriedly.
Tony's mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Bucky stared at him, breaking out into a cold sweat. He'd thought he could sneak in while Tony was distracted by Natasha or Steve, but apparently neither of them were home. Normally Tony was never left alone, for his own safety--having three of the most dangerous people in the country sweet on him made him an excellent ransom prospect. They must have been secure in the knowledge that Tony was safe.
Bucky wished they'd texted him about the change in plans. "Normally you can't see all the blood," he finally said, feeling meek as a lamb.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NORMALLY CAN'T SEE ALL THE BLOOD," Tony bellowed.
"You know how I feel about Hydra," Bucky tried.
"I cannot believe," Tony began, seething.
Luckily, the door opened, and Natasha walked in. She looked just as shocked as Bucky. There was a large, dark stain on the side of her black satin blouse, but otherwise, she looked perfectly put together, but for a few wisps of hair flying free from her bun.
"Is that not your blood either," Tony asked, anger apparently forgotten in face of fear, voice shaking.
Natasha worked her jaw, considering, before she finally answered, "No, it's not."
"What the fuck," Tony began, backing away from them.
"Doll," Bucky started, taking a step toward him.
"Are you saying you always come home with blood on you? And I just haven't noticed?" Tony asked, voice cracking at the end.
Natasha held her hands out to him placatingly. "Not always," she said, in a way that was supposed to be soothing.
The way Tony looked like he was about to throw up made it clear that he didn't think it was soothing at all. "What the fuck are you guys doing?!"
Bucky was considering whether saying 'nothing' would get him punched in the mouth when the door opened again and Steve came in.
"...Seriously?" Natasha asked, unimpressed.
"Huh?" Steve replied, raising his eyebrows. He appeared oblivious to the blood soaking his too-tight white t-shirt.
Tony pointed at him and made a distressed squeaking noise.
“Oh! It’s not mine,” Steve said cheerfully.
“I keep telling you to wear black when you go out for jobs,” Natasha scolded him.
“It wasn’t a job,” Steve answered, scowling back at her. “And Tony keeps stealing my black sweaters.”
“YOU MEAN YOU GO KILL PEOPLE IN SWEATERS?!” Tony screeched.
“I like to be cozy,” Steve reasoned, and then, “And they’re not people. They’re Hydra.”
Tony let out a noise of disdain and stomped past them to the elevator. “No!” he barked when they went to follow him. “I need to go panic quietly by myself! Clean up your fucking mess!”
They looked down at the ground. Bucky’s saturated pants had left a puddle, and blood was still dripping from one of Natasha’s knives, and there were footprints where Steve had tracked through the castoff.
“Doll,” Bucky began, looking back up at him.
“UGH! I KNEW I SHOULDN’T HAVE DATED FORMER ASSASSINS!” Tony exclaimed before the elevator doors shut.
Steve stared at the door in offense. “I’m not an assassin! Former or otherwise!”
“So what the fuck happened,” Natasha asked, unbuttoning her blouse so she could peel it off and get it in some cold water to soak.
“I told you, Hydra,” Steve replied, shrugging. “It’s not my fault they threatened to kidnap Tony and turn him into their new Winter Soldier.”
“Nice,” Bucky said, holding his hand up for a high-five.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “Children, we have to figure out a way to make this up to Tony.”
“Why wasn’t one of you here to protect him, anyway,” Bucky asked, immediately on the offensive.
“I left him with Steve,” Natasha shrugged.
“I wasn’t even gone that long. I was just going to get him one of those danishes he likes because he felt sad and Hydra accosted me,” Steve huffed. “I didn’t make it to the bakery before it closed though.”
“Fucking Hydra,” Bucky and Natasha muttered, because Tony was much more amenable after a pastry.
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When Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier comes out, Tony, Steve and Natasha stand behind Bucky, defending him in front of other teammates and in front of the press.
(From Captain America v5 (2005-2013), issue 611 and 612)
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Legit Tony is the type of asshole boyfriend who says “oh, yeah, that’s guacamole” and then watches Steve smother his sushi in wasabi and then laughs when Steve cries and chugs all the tea. “Tony wouldn’t ruin the first experience of sushi for someone!” you say. You are wrong. He gleefully ruins that first experience for Steve, Bucky, AND Natasha. None of them forget it and have sworn revenge but Tony somehow has tried ALL THE FOOD so they fume about it for a long time.
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What do you think about an established winterironwidow no-powers AU where Bucky and Nat drag Tony out jogging a few times a week and one day they see Steve on his morning run, look at each other and all think at the same time "we've gotta have him!" And the hunt is on!
I think that Tony would be so pissed off about having to go jogging that Bucky and Natasha might be ready to throttle him. Tony moans and groans and hates everything to the point that Natasha and Bucky wonder why they even bring him.
So they are very confused when Tony takes off at a sprint despite the fact he’s not supposed to because of his heart problem. “What the fuck?!”
They chase him but he’s got a head start. And he’s got a goal in mind they realize after a few moments, a tall blond with a magnificent ass. Natasha doesn’t snort but only because she needs to keep breathing properly if she ever plans to catch up to them. Bucky nearly eats the sidewalk when he doesn’t manage to choke back his laugh.
Blond Beauty eventually notices that Tony is running beside him and slows down to a reasonable (for Tony) gait. They see Tony say something and then he stops, leaning over to put one hand on his knee while the other goes to his chest.
Bucky and Natasha feel cold with fear. Tony had been doing well lately but it would be just their luck if he died while chasing someone beautiful. Then Tony stands up straight, smiling brightly, and Natasha is going to murder him for scaring her like that, but only if Bucky doesn’t get to him first.
But of course, it’s Tony, so he doesn’t even notice how angry they are as they run up to him, instead brightly saying, “Guys! This is Steve!”
“Hello,” Steve says, smiling awkwardly.
“Hello,” they reply.
“Steve!” Tony says happily. “This is my boyfriend, Bucky!” Steve’s face falls a little. “And this is my girlfriend, Natasha!” Steve’s face goes very confused. “They like to run, too!”
Steve manages another smile, because who can frown in the face of Tony’s enthusiasm? “Yeah? What about you? You seemed to be doing pretty well.”
“Oh, I’m not supposed to run. I could give myself a heart attack. I was only recently given the okay to jog!” Tony says happily.
Bucky and Natasha are inordinately pleased with how horrified Steve looks. “What can we say?” Natasha sighs. “He sees something he likes and has to have it.”
“Oh?” Steve smiles even though he still looks concerned. “I got my pants from Under Armour.”
Bucky and Natasha stare at him, silent. Judging.
Tony just smiles at him. “I like what’s in the pants more, if you know what I mean.”
Steve flushes a beautiful shade of red and hisses, “Oh my God, Tony, in front of your boyfriend and girlfriend?!”
Bucky clutches at his chest. “It’s fine,” Natasha says, because her boyfriends are idiots. “So what do you say to going out for smoothies with us after we finish our run?”
Steve flushes brighter. “I-!”
“We’ll let you think about it,” Bucky suggests. “Just meet us over by the park entrance if you’re down with that.”
“O-okay,” Steve sputters, red as a fire hydrant.
“Okay but can I sit down?” Tony asks immediately. His hand hadn’t left his chest the entire conversation. “Sorry.”
Natasha fusses at him immediately, leading Tony over to a bench. Steve and Bucky watch her continue to fuss for several minutes until Tony finally whines “I’m fine! I’ll wait here. :C”
Natasha looks like she wants to continue fussing at him but he might kick her, so she sighs and walks back to the other two men. “You can cut your jog short to keep him company,” Bucky offers. He smirks and knocks his fist against Steve’s shoulder. “Sure Steve wouldn’t mind keeping me company.”
“I wouldn’t,” Steve agrees, eyes glinting mischievously. “So long as you can keep up.”
“Honey,” Bucky says pityingly. “You won’t be able to keep up with me.”
“You’re both trying to win a pissing contest that Tony already won,” Natasha points out. “He’s got a heart problem and still sprinted to catch up to Steve and leave us in the dust.”
Bucky scowls. “I was trying to ignore that. Why must you hurt me.”
“Because your ego’s way too big. And also because Tony’s pouting at me. I can sense it.”
They turn to look, and Tony is pouting at them. “Adorable,” Natasha says fondly. “I’ll do a lap but then you two idiots can keep running and eventually try to outpace each other to the point you exhaust yourselves.”
“Hey!” Steve exclaims.
“No,” Bucky said. “No, she’s pretty good at picking out idiots. She picked me and Tony, after all.”
“Tony’s not an idiot. He’s just oblivious,” Natasha scoffs. “There’s a difference.” She turns. “I’ll be back, Tony!”
Tony mutters and pouts harder.
Steve does decide to get smoothies and wrinkles his nose in disgust when both Natasha and Tony get green ones. “Well I was thinking about asking you out until I saw those.”
“You have to accept all of me,” Tony tells him seriously. “That includes Natasha and Bucky. They are part of me. We turn into the world’s most deadly Transformer.”
“Why are you so fucking weird?!” Bucky exclaims as Natasha snorts her smoothie out her nose. “How did you even get us to date you?!”
Somehow, Steve finds all of this ridiculously charming.
#aurumacadicus answers#ivy-raven#aurumacadicus writes#kind of#winterironwidowshield#tony stark#james bucky barnes#natasha romanoff#steve rogers
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Did you write a little snippet a long time ago that I believe had tony begrudgingly going on a run with nat(?) and maybe another person? And he sees steve and manages to outrun everyone he is with so he can chat steve up? The only other thing I remember is someone commenting that tony was able to run like like that with a heart condition. Sorry if this wasn't you!
Yep, that was one of my few forays into winterironwidowshield! You can find it here:
https://aurumacadicus.tumblr.com/post/160809588710/what-do-you-think-about-an-established
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