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TitaniumForged
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“Sorry, ma’am, I can’t be courted,” he stated around the screwdriver. “I’m a married man, you see. To an Italian woman. Mom would be proud.” When she promptly pokes the screwdriver, he lifts an eyebrow and glances at her. “Maybe you are my mother. That would make this super weird.” If meeting Stephen Strange had taught him anything . . . it was that time and universes and dimensions and everything like made way less sense than anyone thought. For all he knew, Eliza could be some earlier version of his mother. Gross.
Dropping the screwdriver onto the table, he continues to work. Though he is very appreciative of the affections she bestows upon him. Her soft caresses through his hair sends pleasant shivers down his spine. “Hm,” he smirked at her playful question. “I can think of a few things to do with that mouth of yours.” Setting his piece down, now properly distracted, he turned back to her and pushed just enough on his rolly chair to roll himself right between her legs, so she sat on his lap.
Hands came to a rest just below her lower back. “Melting it?” He followed her gaze to the discarded metal. “You want to try, hm?” Well, it would save him on materials. “Alright. Let’s see if that power of yours is good for more than just charging up my car batteries.” Rolling over to the bin, he picked it up, then rolled them over to the smelting area.
Finally getting up, he poured out the metal pieces into the slag pot. “Alright, baby,” he patted her bottom. “Show me what you got.”
@strxnzo
“’s that true? wow, then – y’better learn t’stay a lil bit more still if y’ever wanna get courted.” she gives a small tug to a stray hair splayed from his temple; before smiling to herself and tucking it back into place. (he deserved that one.) “an’, y’know – don’t talk with y’mouth full.” a pointed finger makes its way to the screwdriver in tony’s mouth, but eliza knows better than to expect any different – he’s lucky she finds it endearing. (she does – find almost anything he does endearing, that is.)
even as tony continues working, eliza steps behind him, rests her cheek against his back, and continues to toy with his hair from behind. “maybe i am flirtin’ with ya, metal man – whadya gonna do about’t?” there’s a tender kiss placed on the outside sleeve on his shoulder; before tracing her fingers down from the nape of his neck, and back around his waist from behind. her eyes have been curiously glancing at the discarded metal for far too long; he’s helped her get better with her powers, and she wants to prove it. “lemme try meltin’ it, baby.”
&& cont. / @titaniumforged.
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tony made pepper’s suit in the hopes this would happen one day
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I miss you, Happy.
Yeah, I miss you, too. But the way it used to be. Now you’re off with the super-friends and I don’t know what’s going on with you anymore.
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the pepperony in avengers 1 is literally 4 minutes but so delicious:
“enjoy the moment, pepper.” “get in here and i will.”
rdj in shoes w lifts and they still have gp barefoot
pepper’s entire casual look
“all this… came from you.”
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“not gonna be that subtle.”
“call your mom. can you bunk over?”
pepper laughing at tony’s stupid life model decoy joke
tony getting jealous of phil + wanting (rightfully so, baby!) pepper to himself
pepper casually handing tony things without issue
“is this about the avengers? which I know nothing about.” dkjgn telling tony things is telling pepper things by default
“how would you know t–why is he phil”
whatever the hell pepper whispered into tony’s ear gdngkj spicy
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The Avengers (2012) / Avengers: Infinity War (2018)
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marvel bio: anthony “tony” stark
sometimes you gotta run before you can walk
inspired by x
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Gwyneth Paltrow in Marvel Sisterhood || Marvel Studios’ Avengers: Endgame
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peptts:
he is good at flattering her , even if he’s cheesy about it … then again , that’s part of tony’s personality that she adores ; he’s sweet , even in the silliest of times . and while he seems to be in a playful mood right now , he’s also taking her question seriously . he’ll even consider how they should proceed , giving her some incite as to his thoughts . “ i’m proud of you for keeping it so quiet , you know . that’s not an easy thing for you . ” it’s a teasing comment , but one she also means genuinely .
she’ll be rendered speechless when he turns his head towards her hand , lips pressing against her palm so that a kiss is pressed to it as his hand loosely holds on to her wrist . to make the moment even more sweet , what tony says next will prompt her eyes to quickly seek his out , even when he initially looks down and away from her . “ hey , ” pepper begins . “ don’t talk like that . i’m right here , and i’m not going anywhere . ” neither of them can see the future , but in this moment she means it . in the ceo’s mind , nothing can keep them apart . but he doesn’t want to linger too long on this topic , and she understands . feelings aren’t tony’s thing .
lifting her head when he addresses the ai now , pepper will happily put on a smile . her bright blue eyes are on him , though , the woman only half listening to the response given to the both of them until tony adds his own remark . “ lucky for you , tony , i think i’m free . are we going to be staying for the orchestra , or will we just be stopping by ? ” she plays along , thumb caressing his cheek slowly once more .
“I know. I’m terrible at secrets,” he grunted. “Perk of dating me though, right? Everything is right there out in the open. I mean you could even watch my sex tape online if you wanted to know how I am in bed,” he winked. “Pretty sure it’s on Pornhub by now.” It was only a matter of time before he’d ended up on the porn site. It wasn’t like he had just one either. During his drunken benders, it was quite common to find him naked and in public. Sometimes with a girl. Sometimes passed out drunk and just . . . naked . . . somewhere. It was a wonder he was still alive.
Her comfort is appreciated though. Even if he can’t believe her. A long history of abandonment issues will do that to a guy. His father had left him countless of times. Never showed up for any of his accomplishments or stupid school events like plays and Parent-Teacher conferences. Then he had to go and die, so there was that, too. Mom, too. Both had just left him. Pepper had stuck around the longest outside of Rhodey. But that was when she was just his assistant. She wasn’t dealing with him at every moment of the day. He’d wear her out eventually, he was sure of it.
He was difficult to love.
Hands slid to her waist, pulling her just a bit closer. “We’ll stay for a bit. Until half-time. Then we’ll get out of there. I might just get a good nap in. And then we can come back here and ummm . . .” his lips pulled into a playful smile, “make out some more or something.”
Or they could totally get started right now. Getting to his feet, he kept his hands on her waist and lowered his head to hers. Lips pressed to hers in a slow, but deep, kiss. His toes curled in his shoes in bliss at the kiss. Fuck, he loved kissing her. Slowly moving his lips against hers, he slowly drew back and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Well, if we’ve got somewhere to be . . . I should hit the shower and get this grease off of me.”
@peptts
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petiteitalian:
yes , she is trying to help her son . he is not in a good place … he has lost so much ; not even her presence in his life once more can make up for the emptiness he must be feeling . she’d experienced it once herself after that fateful day … the one where she’d lost her husband and had nearly lost her son ( until recently , of course ) . but alas , this is not about her ; it’s about tony . he needs help .
“ no , we are not ordering pizza , and you are not drinking . either you make me dinner — i will help you if you need me to — or we will sit down and talk ; you decide . ” tony isn’t the type to speak about his feelings , much like his father before him , but maria knows how to get it out of him if she needs to . she’s using her mom voice now , after all , a firm look about her as arms cross over her chest and she near glares at her son as he leans over the surface of the bar . she is only two or so feet from him , the woman so desperately wanting to hug him , but he must learn how to deal with this type of thing … with heartbreak . she wants to help him learn , assuming he will let her .
“Talk?” he grunted, lifting his head enough to put his chin on the marble surface instead and look over at her. “About what?” Pushing himself up, he shrugged, “there’s nothing to talk about. Pretty straight-forward. She left. She isn’t coming back. And I can’t even blame her for that.” Tony gestured to himself. “I’m sort of a mess. It’s a wonder we lasted this long.”
It just sucked. A lot. Because he loved her. Brown eyes glimmered with tears but he tried to blink them away. “And then there’s all this shit with Wanda. I have Ross breathing down my neck telling me to do something. There’s lives lost because of our actions and there’s lives lost when we don’t do anything. And everyone is looking at me to make a decision because, oh that’s right, I’m Iron Man, the apparent fucking leader of the Avengers. I didn’t sign up for that. I was supposed to just be a damned consultant. It was supposed to be Cap.” He was pointing now, gesturing angrily to the ground.
“And maybe if I had just stayed out of it, kept doing my own thing, this whole . . . mess . . . wouldn’t have consumed my life, and I’d still . . . I’d still have her and I . . “ It hit then. His face crumpled, and warmth flooded his eyes as tears started to escape and roll down his cheeks. “And I lost her, mom. I lost her.” His voice was thick, laced with a sob, and he sought refuge in her. His head buried in her chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, crying against his mother.
@petiteitalian
#petiteitalian#( mom 'ALL THAT I AM OR I HOPE TO BE I OWE TO MY MOTHER' )#( v!main 'I AM IRON MAN' )
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eliza is just going to reach forward and distractedly play with tony's hair. because it's there, and it looks super soft. and she likes him. a lot.
“You know,” Tony states, his mouth currently holding a screwdriver, “in some species, grooming is a form of courtship.” Removing the screwdriver, he glances back at her. “You flirting with me, Kardel?” A playful glint shines in his chocolate grown eyes. But then he returns back to work. The armor isn’t going to fix itself … yet. “Continue,” he states, screwing the slab of titanium into place. The dented armor is removed and tossed into a bin to be re-melted later.
@strxnzo
#strxnzo#eliza tag#they could be not together#they could be married#he'd say this in both scenarios#'we're married Tony' 'oh my gosh i can't believe you're flirting with me'
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#Iconic
Bonus:
#( pepper 'BEHIND EVERY GREAT MAN IS A WOMAN ROLLING HER EYES' )#happy tag#( self 'ORIGINAL FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT' )#add a rhodey in there and this is the perfect family
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This is totally NOT a future Morgan playing with time travel, but how’s about you make Morgan an Iron Man suit so I- SHE can be Iron Lady?? K. Thanks.
“Here you go, kid. Future Morgan or not, no baby of mine is strapping on real armor until she flies with her Dad. Just like gun safety, there needs to be a few discussions about suit safety. So, you start with cardboard and work your way up.”
There’s a satisfaction in his smile and twinkling eyes.
“That being said . . . Papa’s proud.”
And terrified.
#MORGAN#YOU GOTTA EARN THE SUIT FIRST#BUT ALSO HAVE YOU ASKED YOUR MOTHER FIRST?#SHE DETERMINES ALL FLIGHT PLANS AND MISSION OBJECTIVES#also he doesn't even question that she's from the future#he solved time travel#why would he?#bless you anon!Morgan#Anonymous
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irnqueen:
Pepper seeks refuge in some colleagues from SI – she often wonders if any of her employees actually like hanging out with the boss, but the few she finds herself with are of the upper echelon, powerful directors in their own right. She half expects one of them to quit soon to run a company of their own.
She’s on her second glass of champagne when she finally starts to relax, the bright, proud smile returning to her lips as she discusses business and only business with her employees. She has her back to the crowd so that way she can’t see if Tony comes in. She knows he’ll donate whether or not he chooses to come, and she rather hopes that distracted mind of his will make him forget all about the gala.
But when she turns to fetch herself something off the appetizer tray, she spots him – in a white suit, no less. It isn’t what she would have chosen for him to wear tonight, but then again, she would have picked something that matched her dress. Nonetheless, he looks good, the white fabric making his tanned skin stand out all the more. She feels a shiver travel down her spine and realizes her hand is still hovering for food even after the tray is long gone.
She blushes furiously and turns, attempting to hide deeper in the crowd of people. Now that she knows he’s here, she also knows they’ll be pulled up on stage together at some point tonight, expected to speak about the charity and its importance. Pepper has a short speech planned, of course, but she doesn’t want to give it at his side – not tonight, it’s too painful. Perhaps she’ll fake being sick instead, make some excuses, and sneak out in a little while. That could work.
And perhaps it would have worked if the media hadn’t been allowed into the gala at that very moment. Now that Tony Stark had arrived, the media wanted their share of pictures and coverage. They were allowed to be there and mingle only for a few minutes before being kicked out again, so the party goers could enjoy themselves.
“Tony! Tony!” came shouts. Tony braced himself. Shooting down the rest of his scotch, he forced a smile on his lips, though it clearly didn’t reach his eyes. “Tony, what made Stark Industries decide to support this children’s charity over the others?”
Tony cleared his throat. “That’s a question best suited for Miss Potts. She’s in charge of the business now. I just sign the checks and get out of her way.” Literally. Emotionally. It was fine. Everything was fine.
“Where is Miss Potts? Can we get some shots of you two dancing?” another asked.
“I . . . don’t think that’s the most--”
“Miss Potts!” came other shouts, “let’s have you and Tony dance! Just one number!” There was already space being cleared for the famous former power couple to dance together. Tony felt like a knife was being dragged across his heart. This was literally the last thing he wanted to do tonight. His expression was carefully guarded as he moved over to her. No sense in trying to deny what the media wanted.
“I’ll keep it short,” he murmured to her once he reached her. There was a careful distance placed between them. He kept his hand at her waist instead of her back, and his grip on her hand was light. As little skin as possible was touching. He couldn’t look at her either. Not this close. Not when he could smell her wonderful perfume.
“I’m going to leave soon,” he managed to say, his gaze still on the wall opposite of her. “This is your charity. I didn’t want to seem like I was crashing it or anything. Just came to pay my dues.” He was fine. There definitely wasn’t a burning feeling in his throat or tears threatening to cloud his eyes.
@irnqueen
#irnqueen#( pepper 'BEHIND EVERY GREAT MAN IS A WOMAN ROLLING HER EYES' )#( v!civil war 'I DON'T CARE. HE KILLED MY MOM.' )
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And that’s when a small quake shook the cabin. An impact. Out on the lawn beside the log cabin a pod lay steaming--partly swallowed by the ground from its hard impact. Its surface was pitch black and opaque. Not even a window was built into the pod.
Yet words lit up on the pod, neon blue, and scrolled along it. ‘PROPERTY OF PEPPER STARK. OPEN WITH CARE.’
@irnqueen
open starter, mutuals only
“I’m pregnant,” she murmurs, gaze cast down, wiping the tear off her cheek. “I just found out today. I, uh…Didn’t expect to be doing the baby thing again. Especially by myself.”
#irnqueen#( pepper 'BEHIND EVERY GREAT MAN IS A WOMAN ROLLING HER EYES' )#( v!whatcamenext 'AND I CAN REST' )
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“Mom,” he rubbed his face wearily, “I know you’re trying to help me get out of this rut, but I don’t think opening my own Five-Star restaurant is going to help fill this . . . void.” It had been a week since Pepper had left him. Tony wasn’t doing well. He hadn’t completely fallen apart, large in part to his mother being there to help him through it. But he wasn’t exactly thriving either.
Some part of him had held out hope that after a week, Pepper would think he’d learned his lesson enough and come back to patch things up. That wasn’t the case. He was beginning to believe that she was truly . . . gone. “Let’s just order a pizza. Watch some . . . Star Wars or something.” Tony leaned over onto the bar top where he was sitting at and rested his cheek against the cool marble. “Or I could just . . . drink more.” That also sounded good.
@petiteitalian
“ you will cook for me tonight . you do not have a choice . i want to see what you have learned from me . ” while maria has been absent in his life for nearly two decades , she has done her best to re-teach him things since re-entering her son’s life . thus , the italian wishes to see what he remembers .
@titaniumforged liked for a starter !
#petiteitalian#maria tag#( v!main 'I AM IRON MAN' )#don't mind me casually placing this in civil war#maria girl#good luck dealing with an overgrown child's broken heart
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