Y/N: I saw this “how to make homemade paper” tutorial on youtube and decided I wanted to try to make paper too, and here it is! *Shows everyone the paper they made*
Steve: Wow, that’s awesome, Y/N.
Wanda: Yeah, I like the colors! Can you show me how to make it?
Y/N:Sure-
Tony: Hey, has anyone seen my important mission reports?
Y/N: Uh… No?
Clint: Y/N, how did you make those?
Y/N: Um, I blended paper, that I found laying around, with water…
Tony: May I ask where you got the paper?
Y/N: I may or may not have gotten them from the break room…
Tony Stark (dad) x Reader (daughter) x Peter Parker (boyfriend) x Quentin Beck (villain)
A/N: after seeing Spider-Man far from home i definitely needed a breather of fluff to get over it, but not gonna lie, this includes some angst too. also sorry for the random uploads, i’ve been working and running errands constantly but writing when i can, usually on my novel, but sometimes on fanfics. love you all.
Closing the algebra textbook on your bed, you sighed heavily, glad you were finally done with your homework for the night. Thankfully Tony had allowed you to drag your textbooks to the dinner table so you could study while you ate, and that had allowed you to get to bed at a halfway decent time. You shoved the textbook and notebook off of your bed into your bookbag, making a mental note that you’d clean it up in the morning, then shrugged off your shorts, tossed them in the hamper, and rolled over in your sheets. With the snap of your fingers, your lights turned off, and you smiled a bit to yourself, glad that the work for the day was done and you could finally relax. Your brain was exhausted, mind filled up with different equations and theorems, and as you closed your eyes, you wanted nothing more than peace and quiet until tomorrow’s sunrise. That was, until you heard a knock. You groaned, sitting up, wiping the grogginess out of your eyes. “Tony? Seriously?” you whined. “I was already half asleep.” That’s when the knock came again, and you snapped the lights on, confused as to why the door hadn’t opened. “Dad?” You whipped your head to the window, eyes widening at the masked boy on the other side of the glass.
“Hey!” he waved to you, glad to see you were awake and attentive, but you were ever the latter.
“Peter?” you hissed, flinging off your sheets and racing to the window. “What the hell?” You unlatched the sill and slid it up, staring at him, still bewildered and frustrated. “Peter, it’s a school night! God, school night? Forget that, that doesn’t even matter right now.” You shook your head, staring at him once again. “My dad is literally going to kill you!”
“And lose one of his best avengers?” he teased. “Nah, don’t think so, y/n.”
“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, allowing him to climb into your bedroom, still donned in his suit. “So what’s the special occasion, Spider-Man?” You folded your arms, looking him up and down, trying not to blush. You had been dating Peter Parker for almost two weeks now, but still, every time you saw him in his red suit, you couldn’t help but try to hide a squeal. It was sometimes hard to picture the ever amazing Spider-Man and your nerdy dork of a boyfriend Peter as the same person.
“I wanted to visit you,” he shrugged, sitting on the edge of your bed. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other outside of school.”
“It’s cause you work all the time,” you frowned, poking a playful finger into his chest. “With your superhero adventures and all of that.” You huffed. “Honestly sometimes I think you spend more time around my dad than you do me.”
“Not my choice,” he put his hands up in surrender. “Trust me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed, finding yourself crawling up into his lap, linking your arms around his neck, smiling. “You should take your mask off so you can kiss me.”
“Hmm?” he tilted his head to the side, making you giggle.
“You heard me,” you told him shyly and he laughed a bit too before reaching up to tug his mask off of his head, exposing his messy brown curls and his tired eyes. “Aw baby, you look exhausted.”
“I’m fine, really,” he reassured, shaking his head. “Just a late night mission, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” you looked down, feeling guilty. “You probably don’t have time for me, you know. You’re already busy with school and the whole Spider-Man thing…”
“Hey,” Peter lifted your chin to look at him, saddened. “Don’t say that, y/n. I love you. I will always have time for you. Even though it might not be as much time as I want, there will be time. I’ll make time. Anything for you.”
“Okay,” you managed a small smile. “I love you too.”
He leaned in for a kiss and you melted into him, letting yourself relax, his hands pressing into your back. He was right. You hadn’t seen him outside of school for a couple days now, and it was eating at you alive. Much less, most of the time he was around, Tony was watching both of you like a hawk. “I can’t stay long,” he apologized. “I still need to finish my homework.”
“Just stay here,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Forget the homework.”
“I know. I wish I could, love,” he hushed. “But Aunt May is waiting for me and she still thinks I’m over at Ned’s.”
“Alright,” you sighed in defeat. “Well… promise to visit me like this sometime again?”
“Promise,” he nodded.
Peter gave you one last kiss before you slid off of his lap and handed him his mask, watching as he fixed it on and climbed out the window, then shot a web and swung away. You watched half in awe and half in longing, wishing he could’ve stayed even maybe just a minute more. He started to disappear into the distance of skyscrapers and towers, and you slid down the window, crawling back into your bed and resting your eyes, ready for school tomorrow.
“You’re not going to school,” is the very first thing that comes out of Tony’s mouth when you arrive downstairs the next morning.
“What?” you stare at him blinking, still clutching the straps of your bookbag. “Seriously? Do you know how late I stayed up last night working on those math problems?”
“We’ve got a mission and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you home alone, so I’m taking you with us,” he stated. “Get packed. We leave in two hours.”
“Is Peter coming?” you asked eagerly and he looked at you, disappointed.
“It’s not a family vacation with your boyfriend, alright kiddo? It’s a serious situation we need to take care of,” he scolded. “Go up and get your bags. I’m taking you with us for safety reasons.”
“Safety reasons,” you mocked under your breath as you walked away and you could practically envision him scowl.
“You better behave young lady or someone’s going to get their window privileges taken away,” he warned and you stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide.
“Excuse me?” you turned around, shocked.
“What?” he stared back at you, a bit prideful in himself. “You didn’t think I’d catch little Spidey-Boy crawling through your window last night?”
“Dad,” you groaned, frustrated. “What did I say about invading my privacy?”
“What did I say about the rules?” he cocked his head to the side, obviously annoyed. “I told you no seeing the Parker kid after midnight. And he’s definitely not allowed in your room.”
“He wasn’t in my room!” you tried to protest with a lie and he narrowed his eyes.
“Your window is part of your room,” he argued. “And last I checked, two in the morning is past midnight.”
“Fine,” you grumbled, turning on your heels and walking back towards the elevator to go upstairs and pack.
To be completely honest, you weren’t really sure where you were going, but from what Tony had told you, it seemed like the rest of the Avengers would be there. You’ve met them on a couple occasions, but Tony highly discouraged getting too involved. You understood to an extent, but you didn’t see what was so harmful about having a little fun. You were already dating one of them, and the daughter of another, why couldn’t you just be friends with the Hulk or Black Widow? What was so wrong about that? You sighed, pondering about it as you flung open your suitcase and looked for a couple good outfits to bring along. You didn’t know whether it would be warm or cold, so you decided to pack for both just to be safe.
That’s when there was a knock on your door and you sighed once again, trudging to go open it. “Who are you?” you stared at the two men donned in suits strangely, seeing as you didn’t recognize them from anywhere before.
“Come with us,” they simply stated, and you raised an eyebrow, twice as confused.
“Did Tony send you? Are you going to take my bags?” you inquired.
They shared a look, then nodded, going back to facing you. “Uh yeah, Tony told us to take your bags. You’re coming with us,” the first one announced, holding out a hand to grab your suitcase.
“Oh,” you gave a second look, unsure at first, but noted the professionalism and the suits. “Alright.” You handed over your luggage and stepped out the door with them, wondering where Tony or Happy would be. They usually were right by your side during these types of excursions.
“Keep up,” the second suited man encouraged, noting the way you seemed to be distracted as you followed them down the hall.
Before you knew it, they were escorting you into the back of a limousine, then to a building. “Soooo…” you drew out the word as they took you down a series of hallways. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” one of them mumbled.
“The way my dad made it out to be I thought we’d be going to London or Tokyo or something,” you laughed and they paused, turning around.
“Your dad?” they asked at the same time.
“Well yeah, Tony,” you clarified. “Uh, you know. I’m y/n. Y/n Stark.”
“Right,” the first one nodded carefully, although looked surprised at the information. “Just down this hall, it’s the last door.”
“You all keep acting strange,” you hummed. “Something doesn’t seem right.”
“Just go through the door,” the second one groaned, opening it up and shoving you through. The doors clicked locked behind you and your eyes widened, seeming to realize this was probably a trap. Goddamn it, y/n, you were so oblivious sometimes. You instantly turned around, miserably trying to flail open the door, fingers gripped tightly at the handles, but you heard a tsk, tsk noise from behind and you rescinded, facing another suited man across a desk, this one with an aftershave and slicked back hair, looking particularly smug.
“Ms. Stark now, is it?” he smirked, making you feel particularly uneasy. “Well, I thought you were just Spider-Man’s girlfriend, but now, what’s this? Iron Man’s daughter? How riveting.” He gestures to the chairs gathered around the conference table. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
Panic seized your body at the realization and you instantly pressed the charm on the bracelet Tony had gifted you, the one he had urged you to wear in case of any emergency. He had crafted it himself with a tracker and alert system in case you ever were in a time like this. You clicked the button three times, expecting it to light up like it usually would, but nothing happened. You cursed, shaking and sweating, clicking it wildly, but the man just threw his head back in a laugh. You paused, looking at him, disgusted and terrified all at the same time.
“That pretty little technology won’t work here,” he chuckled. “Give up already, there’s no escape. Nobody’s coming to save you, princess. Not your Spider-man boyfriend, and definitely not your Iron Man dad. It’s just you and me now. So why don’t you have a seat and let’s talk this one out?”
“What do you want?” you scowled, crossing your arms, refusing to sit down.
“Let’s be civil now,” he narrowed his eyes. “Wouldn’t want things to get ugly.”
“Who are you?” you pestered him with another question, sick to your stomach that you were stupid enough to find yourself in such a shitty situation. Tony would be so disappointed.
“Quentin,” he gave a sinister smile. “Quentin Beck.”
“Am I supposed to know who you are or something?” you tilted your head to the side, clearly unimpressed. “Because I really don’t.”
“I used to work for your daddy’s company,” he teased. “Stark Industries? Ring a bell?”
“Yeah I’m not a dumbass,” you argued. “I know his company. But what does that have to do with me being here?”
“You, my darling,” he begins, hardening his expression and pulling out his wrist, staring at it as if to check the time, but that’s when you realize the contraption fixed to his arm. “You are my chess piece.” He clicks a button and the entire scenery shifts, conference tables and seats fading away, making you scream and curse in confusion, until you focus upon a new scene with a dark sky. You’re in an alleyway. Alone. “You didn’t want to take the easy route, so I guess you’ll have to play my little game, hmm?” His voice echoed in your ears, but you didn’t know where it was coming from. He was nowhere to be found.
Surveying the area, you began to notice someone at the very end of the alley, a small boy with messy brown hair carrying a bookbag. As you approached, he looked familiar, and you began to run to him, eyes widening at the connection. “Peter!” you called his name, running faster towards him. “Peter!” But no matter how fast it seemed you ran, you were getting nowhere, the distance between you refusing to lessen. You called his name louder, hoping he would hear you, but a dark shadowy figure came into view at the end of the alley, pulling some sort of weapon out of his pocket, pointing it at the boy. “No! Fuck, Peter- no!” You ran as fast as you can, your lungs seeming to collapse and your legs burning with exhaustion, but it happened before your eyes. A zap of blue lightning seemed to shoot out of the weapon, causing the boy to tumble to the ground clutching his chest, then crumble to the gravel motionless while the shadowy figure walked away. Tears formed in your eyes, you screaming out, still trying to run towards him, but it was no use. He slowly closed his eyes, lips parted open, still. Was he-? No. He couldn’t be.
As you ran faster you found the scene changing, and you were atop a glass bridge, high above a city full of lights, stomach feeling queasy. “What?” you looked around, panicked, wondering what had happened to Peter and the alleyway. You stared down the side of the bridge, head spinning. You must have been at least several miles up, everything was so small. You took a step back from the railing and felt the brittle glass underneath you crack, your heartbeat pounding in your chest. “No, no, no, no-” the glass shattered and you felt yourself falling down below, shutting your eyes tight, screaming as you fell, until you opened your eyes, the dropping sensation stopped all of a sudden.
Everything was gone. You were in your bed. “Huh,” you laughed a bit to yourself. “God, I’m glad that was just a weird ass dream.” You sat up from where you were laying down, looking around to make sure, and you saw everything in place like usual. You sighed of relief, then heard a tapping at the glass, raising an eyebrow and going to check. It was Peter. Your eyes lit up and you raced towards the window, opening it up and greeting him with a smile, tugging him into your room. “God, I’m so glad you’re here,” you practically cried from happiness, embracing him tightly. “I was so confused, and I thought you were hurt, but I guess-” Suddenly he shoved you back and you paused, offended and scared, looking at the masked boy you loved. “Peter what are you doing?” He shot a web straight at you, pinning you the wall, practically suffocating. “Peter! What the fuck?” He shot another web. And another. And another. Each one suffocating you more and more. You felt like you might pass out each minute. Why was he doing this? That’s when he reached up to pull down his mask and you saw a ghastly face, skin peeled off, eyes bleeding, jagged teeth, a monstrous sight. You screamed and closed your eyes but when you woke up…. You were back where you began.
You struggled to catch your breath, staring at the man who had caused you such worry, Quentin Beck. “You fucking prick!” you shouted, clutching your chest, trying to keep calm. Your head still felt like it was spinning, a dizzying sensation coursing through your body as you tried to reel back into reality. “Why would you do that? Why would you mess with my head like that? Why would you-”
“Oh Ms. Stark,” he simply chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t you know? The game has just begun.”
“Stop!” you raced towards him but it was no use, his fingers already tapping at the device on his wrist, scenery changing.
Though this time, it was at an incredible pace. There was Tony, screaming at you, telling you he hated you, that he wished you had never come crawling back to him. There was your childhood bedroom, the screaming from your mother and stepfather being heard echoing down the halls. There was your school, bullies pushing you into lockers and tugging at your hair, laughing at you and calling you names. There were monsters from your nightmares, your worst fears come to life, visions so terrifying you felt as if paralyzed. One after another, small snippets crushed your soul, making you feel overwhelmed, scared, alone, questioning one after another. They all felt so real. Despite Beck’s machine and the conference room and the memory of being kidnapped, you felt each and every scene. Frustrated and confused, tears began to stream down your face, you screaming for him to stop.
This time when you returned to the conference room you barely even had enough energy or willpower to stand, instead tumbling towards the floor, a sobbing mess, trying to form a coherent sentence. He had ruined you, messed with your mind, made you question everything. You just wanted to disappear. “Oh, sweetheart,” he teased in a patronizing tone, walking over to you, staring down at where you had collapsed. “What happened to that spitfire stubbornness you inherited from your daddy? It’s gone all of a sudden? What a shame.”
“Fuck you!” you spat, still crying, eyes stinging from tears, heart racing, body aching. “Fuck you and your games! What do you want?”
He knelt down beside you, clutching your face and tugging up your chin to look at him, making you feel helpless. “I want you to give me access to the room,” he whispered and your heart sank in your chest. “You know which one.”
“N-no,” you sputtered out. “I can’t, I’m sorry, I really can’t do that-”
“I know you can,” he insisted. “I know you and your little Spidey-boyfriend broke in once. You can break in again.”
“That’s for the Avengers, that’s not for me, it was an accident the first time, I couldn’t have possibly done it on my own,” you rambled but he pressed a finger to your mouth to hush you.
“Enough talking,” he silenced. “Take me there.”
You bit down on your bottom lip, staring at him, trying to think of something, anything, but he was right. You were out of options. Defenseless. There wasn’t any other way. “Okay,” you surrendered.
“Affirmative,” Beck spoke into an earpiece you just now realized he was wearing. “Task accomplished, voluntary captive, proceed.”
He let go of your face, forcefully tossing you back to the ground, standing back and smirking, making you hate him even more. The conference doors swung open and the two suited men marched in, collecting you up from the ground, and you gave in.
“Drive faster,” Beck snarled as the two suited men occupied the front seats of the limousine and he accompanied you in the back.
“We’re driving as fast as we can, boss,” the one in the passenger seat reassured. “We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention towards ourselves.”
“If Tin Man or Tarantula Boy comes crashing down on top of this limousine, I swear to god I’m going to wring your throats,” he threatened. “Drive faster!”
You looked out the window as the skyscrapers and towers passed, wondering and hoping and praying that it would happen. That your dad would swoop in and scoop you right out of this limo, blast Beck in his stupid sorry face, and then beat the suited guys to a pulp. You had never seen him in action before. He had strictly kept you away from his whole superhero persona and business. But you secretly always dreamt of what it would be like to watch him save you from danger. You had only seen him wear the suit and use his powers in YouTube videos or on news snippets. If you weren’t so winded yourself, you’d try to unlock the door and tumble out onto the street and then race towards the nearest help. That was, if Beck didn’t catch you and strangle you to death beforehand. Instead you sighed, slumping down in your seat, defeated. The evil man sitting beside you failed to hide a slight smile upon noting your negative tone before gazing out his own window.
That was, until the entire car jostled and both of you stared at each other for a second, the tires screeching and everyone in the vehicle shouting, jerking to the left. You crashed into the nearest parked car, your eyes readjusting as the broken glass collected in your lap and the airbags went off at the front. You tried to catch your breath before the car jerked towards the right, signaling this was only the beginning of the attack. “Who the fuck?” Beck cursed beside you, holding his hand to his forehead that was now bleeding, unbuckling and jerking open his car door. You watched carefully, then came to your own senses, crawling out of the car and looking out.
“Y/n?” Spider-Man stood in the middle of the street, staring at you, head tilted. “Oh god. No, you were in that car, you could’ve been hurt, shit, I didn’t know-”
Caught off guard, he was tossed to the ground with a single blast of Beck’s device, skidding across the asphalt of the street. “I am Mysterio!” Beck roared, shooting another blast, causing Spider-Man to come tumbling down once again, this time into traffic. “Fear me!”
Cars swerved, a couple honked, others turned around, some parked and people got out to record the chaos on their phones. You stood in shock, scared he would be hurt by this maniac. “No!” you raced towards him before Beck got in your way, shouting out his ridiculous villain name before shooting another blast as your boyfriend got up, slinging a web up towards a street light and swinging away.
“Come back here, you stupid insect!” Beck roared.
“I’m actually an arachnid,” Spidey shrugged, shooting at web towards his arm only to miss, catching the wall beside him. He was such a fucking dork. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself despite the stress of the situation. That was, until you felt two arms come up behind you and put you in a headlock.
“Hey!” you screamed, causing your boy to whip his head around to stare at the scene.
“Y/n, no!” Spider-Man’s eyes went wide and as you began to choke you watched as he was swept off his feet from distraction once again, Beck stepping on his chest, pointing the weapon to his face.
“S-stop! D-don’t h-hurt him!” you shouted out a strangled cry, but the arms squeezed harder. It was the henchmen, the suited ones, they must’ve gotten out of the car. You eyes teared up and you began to feel lightheaded, trashing and kicking about as much as you could, blurry vision watching as Beck kicked Spider-Man in the face, making your chest heave up with emotion.
“Hey asshole!” you heard a familiar voice and instantly the arms dropped you, causing you to collapse to the ground. You groaned to yourself, realizing you had found yourself suffocating on the floor far too many times in the past three hours, before looking up, coming face to face with your father, fully suited. Your frown broke out into a grin.
“Iron Man?” you raised an eyebrow, a bit eager to see how this would play out.
“Hey Princess Peach,” he gave you a nod before extending his palm and blasting the suited man in the chest, sending him skidding down the asphalt. “You alright?”
“Y-yeah I’m fine,” you replied, a bit shocked at the brutal violence and crazy technology, but amazed all the same. Also, a bit annoyed at the nickname, but your clapback could wait for later.
“Good, cause I’ve got to go save your fool of a boyfriend,” he responded. “I’ll be back. You wait somewhere safe.” He zoomed off, rocket blasters lifting him up off the ground and soaring into the sky, then crashing down on top of Mysterio or Beck or whoever the lunatic was, sending Spidey free.
“Hell yes!” you did a fist pump before racing towards the nearest awning.
“Douchebag, why don’t you learn to leave my kids alone, huh?” Iron Man blasted him in the chest again, sending him towards the nearest building, but not nearly done with him yet. You almost wanted a bag of popcorn to munch on while watching the battle. Your eyes were fixated on the robot suit and the crazy screaming man until something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. Fuck.
“Pe- I mean, Spider-Man!” you caught yourself, looking around, realizing you couldn’t shout his name, swallowing down the rest of your words before racing towards him.
The poor kid was sprawled out on the concrete, hacking up blood, and you raced faster, kneeling down beside him, gasping when you saw his suit. “Fuck, Peter-” you could barely breathe or speak. “A-Are you okay?”
“Hey…” he weakly responded, barely even able to lift his head.
“Jesus,” your face fell. His suit was torn in some places, blood stained in others, sticky webs tangled in other parts, and even some fabric singed. “Are you bleeding? Is that your blood?”
“I’m fine, y/n,” he whispered but he clearly wasn’t. Sounds of screams, blasts, and crumbling buildings surrounded you, but you didn’t care. You needed to make sure he was okay.
“Come on, we’re getting you out of here,” you insisted, trying to pick him up, but unable to do much but lift his torso. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to drag you.”
Struggling but persistent, you took him to the nearest building, thankful most people had already evacuated due to the violence in the streets. “Let’s go to the back,” Peter suggested. “I can’t have anyone see me.”
“Right, right,” you nodded, helping him towards the back of the store, helping him sit up behind a couple aisles before rushing to the front door and locking it for your own privacy, then racing back to him. “Come on baby, let’s take off your mask.” You carefully helped pry the fabric of the suit off of him, letting him gasp for air, but frowned upon the sight of the gashes on his jaw and the already forming bruise on his cheek. “Shit Pete, it’s so bad-”
“I-I’m okay,” he insisted, still coughing up a lung, clutching his side.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I should’ve been smarter, I didn’t know…”
“I’m just glad you’re alright,” he reassured, putting a hand up to your face, holding your cheek softly. “As soon as Mr. Stark and I realized you were missing, we rushed out to find you. We didn’t know that you were with Mysterio, I would have never crashed the car, I didn’t know you were in there-”
“I’m fine, really,” you gave a soft smile. “It’s you I’m worried about.”
“I’ll be okay,” he smiled back. “I’m Spider-Man.”
“Yeah,” you grinned. “I know.” You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and sighed, hugging him gently towards you, letting him lean his weight onto your shoulder.
“Y/n, c-can you maybe get m-me some water? Is that okay?” he stuttered out and you nodded quickly.
“Of course,” you replied. “God, I should’ve thought of that. Yeah, one second.” You slowly got up and looked for the nearest fridge and then pulled out a couple bottles, taking it back to him, uncapping one before handing it off. “It’s really important you hydrate.”
In that moment it was quiet. Silence. Peter leaning on you, occasionally coughing, slowly sipping on water, you playing with his hair while staring at his mask on the ground. This is what Tony meant when he told you that knowing was dangerous. When he had said that there were people who wanted to hurt you, to hurt Peter, to hurt him. You were part of this now, like it or not, and it was part of your responsibility, as well as his, that nothing happened to you. And you just went and ruined it. You pressed your lips together, feeling slightly guilty about it all, hating yourself. Not only were they constantly chasing after villains and going out on missions, they were now cleaning up after your mess. You lowered your head, feeling down, and Peter looked at you, concerned.
“It’s not your fault,” he whispered. “You didn’t know.”
“Yeah but I should’ve been smarter,” you mumbled. “I should’ve been better.”
“Hey,” Peter frowned. “Don’t say that. Anyone else would’ve done the same. I’m just proud you didn’t give up. You kept fighting.”
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, thinking back to when you had given up, when you surrendered, when you agreed to take Beck back to the tower. You were weak.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he gave you a soft hug, smiling, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “That’s what’s important, alright? Not what happened, not who was involved, just that everything’s better now. Okay?”
“Mhmm,” you replied, starting to get his point. “I guess you’re right.”
“Hey Romeo and Juliet!” you heard a knocking at the storefront window and you both groaned. “You gonna thank Prince Charming, or what?”
“I’ll get it,” you rolled your eyes, giving Peter another kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. “Yeah, yeah, thanks.”
“We are going to have a talk, young lady,” he pointed at you, and even in the Iron Man suit, you could envision him narrowing his eyes.
“I know,” you sighed. “I know.”
“Where’s Spidey-Boy?” he asked, looking around.
“In the back,” you motioned. “Gave him some water and let him take off the mask so he can breathe.”
“That’s good,” he nodded. “I called Happy, he’ll be here any minute now to come pick us up.”
“What about the mission?” you asked, a bit panicked as you walked with him to the back of the store.
“Honey, that was the mission,” he explained. “We were supposed to track down Mysterio because he had stolen some high tech advanced weapons from me and was planning on stealing even more. Apparently we got the location wrong because, well hell, he was here with you instead of where we were headed in Berlin. Strangely enough, you getting captured was helpful, in a weird twisted way. Uh, anyways.” He clears his throat. “Don’t worry about the mission, we got it covered.” He pauses. “You okay, kiddo?”
“I will be,” you reassured.
“Good,” he put a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s patch up your boyfriend and then we can get home and talk.”
The lecture Tony gave you was not nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Rather than scolding you for irresponsibility and stupidity, he reprimanded you for giving him a whole ass heart attack and a half. He reinstated just how important you were to him, and Peter too, saying that he’d do anything to keep you two safe or if need be, save you. He also explained a couple more things about the case, detailing his past with Quentin Beck, who had coined the name Mysterio and foiled several of the Avengers’ and Tony’s plans in the past, as well as stolen his achievements and inventions. He gave you a big hug and then promised to update your emergency bracelet before giving you permission to hang out with Peter Parker, although a bit hesitant. Honestly, he wasn’t half that bad as a father after all.
“Hey,” you gave a half smile as you noticed Peter enter the lounge, holding a cold pack to his face. “How’s it going?”
“Got a lengthy talk from your dad,” he laughed, shrugging his bookbag off his shoulder and sitting down on the couch next to you, stretching an arm around your waist and planting a kiss on your forehead, tossing the cold pack to the side.
“Oh god,” you rolled your eyes and groaned. “I’m so sorry. What about?”
“He said I can’t let you and my emotions get in the way of my work,” he chewed on his lower lip. “He noticed how I would get distracted whenever you were involved. With the car and then with the suited guys, I was always knocked to the ground whenever I was vulnerable. He said it wasn’t acceptable, no matter who was on the other end of the line, that I had to keep my head straight. Because in the process of saving you, I might lose you, and I might end up dead myself.” He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “It’s ridiculous, seeing as I’d do just about anything for you, but… yeah. I guess he does have a point. People need me.”
“Of course,” you agreed, although warm hearted at his reflection. “There’s a world that needs saving.”
“That job’s for your dad,” he chuckled. “Me? I’m more of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”
“Sure…” you replied sarcastically. “As if you’re not a web slinging Avenger in your spare time.”
“Shhh!” he tickled your side playfully. “That’s a secret! How do you know?”
“Peter! Peter!” you laughed, pushing him away until he rescinded. “Don’t you know my weakness? How dare you defeat me with your tickles!”
“My bad,” he raised his hands in surrender, laughing a bit himself. He slowly trails off, staring at you, pressing his lips together. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Same,” you whispered. “And for you too.”
“No matter what happens, we’ll get through this,” Peter promised, smiling at you. “Together.”
“Absolutely,” you nodded, breaking out into a grin. “It’s not like I’m dating a superhero for nothing.”
7: “Are you masturbating in there?” “It’s my electric toothbrush!” – With Tony, as requested by Anon.
A/N – I have NEVER written Tony in a romantic context before so this was super-duper weird and I hope it doesn’t show.
“I need a place to stay.” You told Tony, still standing in the elevator while he stared you down.
“What the hell happened to you?” He demanded, taking in your haggard appearance.
“There was a slight fire in my apartment.” You informed him snappily.
“Then why are you wet? The firemen mistake you for being on fire because you’re smoking?” He asked, smirking at you.
“It’s pouring rain out there Stark, my wallet was one of the things that got caught in the blaze and I walked 40 blocks here in the storm. Will you please just let me in?” You begged.
“No, shut up and listen to me for one minute! If you want to go out and take on an unnecessary suicide mission, by all means, go right ahead. You need to remember it’s not just your life you’re ending here, though! It’s mine too, because if you die Tony… I don’t know how I’d go on”
Summary: It was not meant to happen, but it did. There i was, on the steps of the stark tower, in the pouring rain. I dont know why Tony let me in, maybe it was the tears down my cheeks or maybe the wet clothes clinging on my body. Thats when i met the avengers, a bunch of train wrecks huddled up in seperated rooms with crippling deppresion and anixety. I think they saved me, but they think i saved them. Maybe they were to long gone for my fixing or maybe all it needed was new baked cookies and a movie marathon.
Imagine you are Tony’s daughter, but he doesn’t believe you because, before you, there were twenty other people who said the same.
I was thinking if you guys would be interested in other fandoms? I was thinking Marvel and some other ones.
Please let me know in the comments or send me a message. And also if you would like to send me some propositions on what I could try writing about, feel free to so.
It was day five into your seven-day window of opportunity and your hope was all but gone. You apparently weren’t allowed anywhere unsupervised, which, although unsurprising, was a pain in the arse and really hadn’t helped with the whole hacking in thing. There was one blind spot in the room, which so far had been no help and utterly useless because Stark refused to leave you be for even a second.
And you were pretty sure his eyes had been following you around the whole time.
You glanced up, making eye contact. Yep. The super-hot businessman with a genius that intimidated you clearly had figured it out. Why else would he be watching you incessantly unless he didn’t trust you?
“I need you to clear out my emails. I don’t care what they say, what’s being advertised, or what urgent thing is happening; just delete them all.”
You nodded. This was your moment of opportunity, if he would stop watching you. Setting yourself up behind his terminal, you lowered yourself into his office chair. Of course he had a glass desk; it couldn’t be that easy.
“Tony.”
Your head snapped towards the door. Ah. That was someone you hadn’t seen here before.
“Rhodey-bear!” Stark threw open his arms, big grin on his face as his attention was diverted.
Right, memory stick, left pocket, just need to slip that into the terminal. You snuck a look at the pair, who were still deep in discussion. The program loaded up, black window popping up and you cursed yourself for not making a GUI to disguise the whole thing.
“Another one?” The man, Rhodey, in his very smart army uniform wrinkled his nose.
You kept yourself hunched over the screens, acutely aware of the shiny metal robot behind you that was no doubt reflecting everything. Nothing suspicious here, nothing wrong, don’t look too closely.
“Pepper insisted.”
Fuck. There was no way. You took another look, face dropping as you recognised the man. Of course James Rhodes was bestest of pals with Tony Stark. You just hoped that it had been so long that he had no idea who you were anymore. It’s not like you had been particularly close with him. He had been friends with Ghost, and you’d joined them on a couple nights out whilst on tour. But that was it.
“And you usually do what Pepper says?”
Okay.83%. Not bad, not bad. Just another 17%, then you could get out of here on the pretence of fetching coffee or something and make sure that James Rhodes did not recognise you.
“No, but she was right in this case.”
Was this is what the elephant felt like? You tried to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, but your unfortunately pink dress wasn’t playing ball.
“Tony, did you not learn from Naples?” Rhodes was becoming vexed, and you weren’t sure how he had managed to keep a lid on it for so long.
“Which time? First or second?”
Aha!100% - COMPLETE flashed up at you and you yanked out the memory stick, shutting all the application windows to ensure that you left nothing to be found.
“I’m getting coffee. Mr Stark, Colonel, do you want anything?” The men brushed you off, just as you had wanted, and you rushed to the nearest balcony.
You just had to hope that there were no cameras or microphones out there.
He picked up on the first ring. “Right, Ghost, I need you to check my laptop. Left hand corner, does it say connected?”
“Yes.”
You clapped a hand to your mouth, stifling the loud victory whoop that was threatening to break free. “I know you can’t see me right now, but I am totally doing a victory dance. I can’t believe I hacked into Tony Stark’s system.”
“I can, patita.” Ghost’s voice is quiet enough to be whispering a secret, but everything he says seems to be secretive. Something special only you’re allowed to hear.
“Right, now don’t touch the program until I get back tonight; I don’t trust any of you guys.” You exhaled softly through your mouth, trying to regulate your excitement. “I fucking did it!”
“We’ll see you tonight.” Arctic’s voice cut through your mental celebration, bringing you back to reality. You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you, before quickly responding with an affirmative. Way to bring the mood down.
:.
By the time you returned to the lab, Stark was on the couch, nursing a very full glass of whisky. His cufflinks were off, shirt rolled up to the elbows and unbuttoned to halfway down his chest. Fuck. Bright eyes looked at you, still sober, and you guessed that Rhodes must have only just left.
“Mr Stark?”
He beckoned you over, motioning you closer until you were kneeling in front of him, eyes in line with each other as he reclined. Stark leans forward, brown irises a mix of caramel and chocolate and every shade in between and you feel like you could drown. Your lips were close enough that even breathing might cause them to touch and you weren’t sure you’d stop him.
He pressed his lips firmly to yours, and you murmured some incoherent protests, really not wanting to break free. One hand cupped the side of your neck, promising so much more, and the other slipped down to the small of your back, resting just above your arse. He was just as good a kisser as the tabloids gossiped.
You pushed away. This was wrong.
“Mr Stark, we can’t. You’re my boss! This is – I swear that you’re not allowed to – isn’t this inappr-o-priate?” Your voice rose half an octave when Stark’ hand finally moved down and pinched your arse.
“That’s not a problem,” Stark followed you up, pressing you against his worktable. As thigh brushed against thigh and hip knocked against the edge of the table, you realised just how far this had gone. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I- I just-” The words failed to escape you as you scrabbled around in your mind for a coherent thought, far too focused on the hand creeping up your thigh. You wanted this too badly to voluntarilybullshit your way out of sex.
“You talk too much.”
Stark pushed you down against the table, and all you could see was that stupidly hot smirk and brown eyes with pupils blown wide. And then you were being kissed again.
Arctic was going to kill you.
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Stark looked up at you from between your thighs, smirking at you as your legs trembled and toes curled. It was like having the devil beneath you, every sinful moan and dark thought coaxed out with that silver tongue.
“Shall we take this to a proper bedroom?”
As he pulled you upstairs, you noticed the glorious view of the sunset, purples and oranges streaking across the sky and highlighting the clouds. The sunset.
“Mr Stark, I need to go.”
“Hm?” He raised an eyebrow, biting softly against the side of your neck.
You moaned, eyelids fluttering. “I really, mm, actually-”
“Jesus, just shut up!” But there was no real malice behind his words as he managed to wrangle you into his bedroom.
Stark had the biggest bed you’ve ever seen. Unsurprisingly. And, oh lord, the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt.
His lips traced a trail of fire as they peppered over your skin, and you wished you had some way of pretending to Arctic that you really hadn’t wanted this. But when Stark found that sweet spot on your neck and sucked so hard you saw stars, you knew that anything otherwise would be an utter lie. Because Stark was a god in the sheets.
“Is this-” You cut yourself off with a muffled moan as his teeth grazed over that one spot. “Is this typical Stark Industries performance review?”
Stark paused, lifting himself up onto his hands to look at you. “I don’t usually sleep with my aides; Pepper doesn’t let me. But you don’t count.”
“Oh, I don’t?” You raised your eyebrows. “Wow, that really does wonders for my self-esteem.”
“Oh, shh, you’re special.” Stark was finally done with pulling your underwear off your ankles, and you watched as they sailed idly through the air to some corner. He had far too much ease in every move, and you cursed yourself.
Idiot. Or as Ghost would say, stupida, with that little smirk of his. You had heard of Tony Stark’s reputation, the amount of bed partners, and you’d fallen right into it.
“Take off your shirt.”
You got entangled in the sleeves and neck, as Stark snorted at you. You were far too busy figuring out what went wrong to focus on the fingers tracing the edge of your bra strap. He unclipped it, and chucks it in some direction, the strapless-ness far too helpful to him in his mission.
“F-fuck,” you stuttered, as the cold air hit your nipples.
He smirked as you achieved freedom from your shirt. “Well, that is the plan.”
“I – I don’t want you thinking I do this all the time. Well, the sex part, yes, but also no. But also I don’t usually make a habit of sleeping with my boss. In all honesty I think it’s a bit inappropriate-”
Stark cut you off. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
He pulled off his very nice silk tie, giving it an experimental tug and tying a knot in the middle. “Open wide.”
The knot settled in your mouth, and he tied it firmly round the back of your head. “Much better.”
You attempted to form some sort of protestation but all that came out was unintelligible mumbling.
Stark chuckled softly. Prick.
“INTRUDER ALERT!” What sounded remarkably like a fire alarm starts echoing in the corridors and Stark rolled his eyes, moment broken. The thing is that you can appreciate the sarcastic, incredible AI, but, as literally every movie with a house run by an AI can tell you, it’s a badidea.
“Oh for-” Stark cuts himself off, rubbing his face. “JARVIS, give me visuals. And where’s my suit?”
The AI is practically acidic. “Do you mean the Armani suit in your cupboard, sir? Or the one whose tie is currently ruined by your aide’s saliva?”
Are you being baited by a disembodied voice? With a British accent?
“Behave, JARVIS, where is my red and gold sweatsuit?”
“Your titanium armour is in the suitcase under your bed, sir.” And you imagined you could almost hear the testiness in his AI’s voice.
Stark turned to you with that now too familiar smirk. “He hates when I call the armour my ‘sweatsuit’.”
“Now,” he murmured, lips brushing against that repeated spot on your neck. “Who are you? And how did you manage to get in here?”
The bed tilted as Stark jumped up, and it took a moment for you to regain your bearings. When you found it in yourself to sit up, you were confronted by the windows-turned-massive-computer-screen. Yep, that was definitely Arctic, Delila and Ghost.
You’d think that they didn’t trust you.
And really they could have let you finish off in here. Talk about insensitivity to your needs.
“One of my subroutines is not functioning properly due to tampering; it appears that someone has tried to hack into my system, sir.” The AI’s voice was even frostier, if that was possible, and you tried to muster a smile, forgetting about the tie in your mouth. You settled for a shrug as you pulled the silk from your mouth.
Stark was in his suit by this point, faceplate flipped up to convey every ounce of his disappointment. “I would be impressed, but knowing my own system, I would say that it’s a near impossible task. I leave the possibility for it open because I am not without humility.”
“Ohreally sir? I had-” And JARVIS was cut off; the alarms stopped blaring; Arctic, Delila and Ghost disappeared from sight; and everything went dark.
“Nice job, but there’s something called auxiliary power. Which should turn back on in 3, 2, 1…”
Nothing happened. Stark frowned. Pointed an angry mechanical finger at you. “You stay here.”
You smirked.
Again, house dependent on AI? Bad idea. Just as easy to break into as any other house when you get rid of the AI.
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You stumbled into the living room wearing just your underwear, because when Ghost and Arctic were pointing guns at people and Delila no doubt had her knives out, you needed to move quickly. It was a bit of a miracle that you found any underwear at all, given that Stark had thrown them in opposite directions across the room.
You skidded to a halt. “Huh.”
There were definitely people here that you hadn’t seen here before.
Arctic gaped at you, and Ghost widened his eyes slightly, which in Ghost-language was pretty much the same thing. Delila, on the other hand, seemed totally unsurprised and you weren’t sure whether you hated that or not.
“Y/N?” Arctic was the first to address you.
You raised a hand weakly. “Hi Arctic.”
“You missed your check-in.” Arctic’s frown deepened. “Ghost had to figure out your program.”
You snuck a peek at Ghost, who seems totally unperturbed by the whole situation on the surface, but you were pretty sure you could see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Yeah.” You scratched your neck, heat rising to your cheeks. You coughed lightly. “ About that…”
“You know these people?” The red-head deigned to acknowledge you; although she seemed to be locked in some sort of staring contest with Ghost.
“Y/N?” Stark echoed, mirroring Arctic’s frown.
“Uh-” But you were thankfully cut off from having to explain yourself when 200lbs of pure muscle mass and self confidence comes running into the room. Your gaze raked over the suit and the shield; no fucking way.
“I heard the intruder alarm,” Captain America paused, blinking a couple times as he caught sight of you. He looked at Stark. And back to you. “Stark, why is there a half-naked woman in the living room?”
Stark groaned. “The real question is why isn’t the half-naked woman in my bedroom where I left her and told her to stay? English is your first language, right?”
You looked at Arctic for some help, but he just raised his eyebrows, seeming far too amused. You were never going to live this down. “Right, can we just lower our guns- and repulsors – and shields? And talk like proper adults?”
“Do you know these people?”
You grimaced, offering Stark a weak smile. “Yeah?”
“They broke in. Carrying weapons.” The red-head was a little less inclined to step away from the whole prospect of violence; she reminded you a bit of Ghost. In a good way? You weren’t sure.
“Yeah, they do tend to do that. I mean, my main gal Delila has pulled a knife out of her bra on me before. It was impressive. Also very scary. But no one’s going to harm anyone?”
You watched as weapons were lowered and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe you should become a hostage negotiator with how well this was currently going.
“So, I’m going to go put on some clothes and I’ll be right back.” You were itching to cover yourself up; you hadn’t expected quite so many people to be in the room.
“Oh, shame, I like how all that nothing looks on you,” Stark’s smirk was evident in his tone, and your cheeks flamed.
You made your hasty retreat.
Behind you in the living room, you heard Captain America saying, “Who’s that, Stark?” and a moment later “-And why were they naked?”
:.
By the time you had returned in Stark’s discarded shirt (in all fairness, it had been the only thing you could find), the weapons had been raised again.
“Woah, can we just please stop pointing weapons at each other?”
Captain America, (you still couldn’t quite believe that it was actually Captain America), sighed, lowering his shield. “She’s right; let’s resolve this properly.”
“Steve, they broke into our accommodation. With weapons. If anything they should be lowering their weapons.” The red-head was unimpressed with her orders, choosing to keep her pistol held high and you pulled a face.
Wait, hang on.
Theiraccommodation?
You whirled on Stark, accusative finger outstretched. “You lied to me; you said there was no one else living here.”
“I lied to you?” He spluttered. And in fairness you guessed that your lie had been a little bigger. But he had lied to the person you were meant to be, not to you as a liar. If that made sense.
“It was meant to be confidential.” The red-head rolled her eyes. “But Nick is on his way so it’s not like it matters; you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“Romanoff, Stark, Barton, and Odinson, stand down.” Captain America made eye contact with you, and a shiver of intimidation ran through you. “I trust that you will make sure that your teammates do the same.”
You nodded, a little disconcerted by your sudden assumed power. “Arctic, please.”
Arctic held your gaze, frowning as he tried to discern whatever was behind your eyes. Did he really think that you would betray them? He glanced at Delila and Ghost who lowered their guns. You assumed Quintus was in position as a sniper, he hadn’t shown yet, but you hoped he had got the message.
“So,” You wrapped the shirt tighter around you, the cool night air unpleasant against your bare skin. You really should’ve found yourself more clothes. “What do we do now?”
“Anyone fancy a drink?” Stark stepped out of his suit, wandering over to the bar. Your gaze trailed shamelessly over his rippling muscles, his underwear the only piece of modesty. Yeah, there was no way you were regretting doing that.
“Stark.”
Captain America’s tone was low and almost dangerous; you’d never thought he’d be this intimidating. America’s poster boy always came across as kind and gentlemanly on TV, but you guessed that this probably wasn’t the best situation in which to make an impression.
“Y/N?” Stark turned to you, the corner of his lips twitching. “Although that probably isn’t your real name.”
You hesitated, eyes flickering to Arctic, who just raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll get you rum on the rocks.” Stark made up your mind for you, pouring out that very nice expensive brand he’d given you earlier. Fuck, if you had the opportunity to settle down, you might just give everything up for this. This was the life.
As you sipped at your rum, you became aware of gradually approaching whir of a helicopter. Mostly because everyone else had started to look around; you couldn’t pretend that you had excellent observation skills. Ah shit, that was probably their boss or something.
You glanced at the amber liquid, swirling around the ice.
Was it a good idea to-?
Well, liquid courage and all that. You took a large swig, hoping that no one was watching. Stark laughed, covering it with a cough as you gave him a glare.
The doors opened, and you jumped, quickly backing the rest of your drink. Maybe you had a problem. No, that was a thought path for another day.
Their boss wore a long dark coat and an eyepatch. Like an old 16th century pirate. But a lot more intimidating than kids books made them seem. He looked like the kind of person who would order the death of his closest friends without even blinking his eyes.
You shivered.
He scanned the room, single eye roving over each of your teammates in turn, before stopping on Arctic. “Arctic, I’ve heard of you and your team.”
You frowned. You were all supposedly dead, according to official records, so how the hell did he know of you?
Arctic crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “Well it seems that you know all about us, so who the hell are you?”
“Nick Fury.”
No fucking way. Nick Fury didn’t exist. Nick Fury was a name whispered in back alleys and in stories to little mobster kids before going to bed to scare them. The criminal world’s bogeyman.
Arctic scoffed. “Nick Fury is an urban legend.”
“So is the man you’re hunting.”
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Arctic and Nick Fury disappeared into a conference room for what seemed like hours, leaving the rest of you in the living room. Stark was a wonderful waiter, topping up your glass without hesitation, presumably so he’d have a companion to descend into drunkenness with.
Delila’s glare kept you from sipping without thinking, her warning enough to make you place your glass down carefully on a coaster. No need to irritate anyone further by leaving marks on the oak tables (which looked more expensive than anything you’d touched before this week.) This week was really an insight into the finer things in life, and if you could take down the guy who had ruined your life at the same time as stealing a massive fortune, you wouldn’t be unhappy. You wanted an oak table that probably had costed more than what you had made in an entire year in the army.
Maybe you could get a job here. Well that was just wishful thinking.
Stark slipped into the free spot next to you on the sofa, his bare thigh brushing against yours, and you flushed. His shirt suddenly was a lot smaller, far more evidently ending at the top of your thigh.
You glanced at Ghost who was drilling a hole into the wall with his stare. You grimaced.
You had royally fucked this up.
The door opening drew all attention, heads snapping towards the sound of the hinges creaking as Fury and Arctic stepped into the room. They shook hands. You frowned.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have a proposal for you.”
“You’re insane!” You cried, spinning around to face the team. “I can’t take on Tony Stark’s system. The man’s a genius, it’d be easier to get a one on one with the President than hack into his computer. Arctic, you’ve gotta be kidding.”
Arctic shrugged, steepling his fingers as he leant back against the table. He glanced over at Delila, who nodded at him to speak.
“We haven’t had a lead that worked out in months, this might be our big break.”
You weren’t surprised, Arctic always agreed to do dumb shit if it was for a girl. Said girl stared you down, as if daring you to chicken out while fiddling with the point of her knife.
Girls with knives were always ridiculously hot but Delila scared you shitless. Plus you were pretty sure she was straight, and Arctic would kill you if you ever made a move. Which you wouldn’t, because especially right now, that knife in her hand looked like it could cut air.
“I thought you were supposed to be a genius as well,” Delila stabbed the knife into the edge of the table where it quivered, a bored expression flitting across her face.
You scoffed. “I am a genius, but this is Tony fuckingStark we’re talking about. The man basically invented personal security; he has a billion-dollar suit, and his house has the most advanced AI in the world in it.”
You were coming to your wits end; they were as willing to listen to you as a brick wall would be. You were wasting your breath on them.
You glanced back at Ghost, who just smirked and tilted his hat down.
Prick.
“I don’t get it. You’re either a genius and you can do this, or you can’t,” Delila pulled the knife out of the table and studied its point before pulling out a cloth to polish it. It was already shiny enough for you to be able to see your face in it, but you were pretty sure it was an intimidation tactic of some kind.
“You don’t get it! This is like.. like,” You paused, you hadn’t actually thought this through. “Like, okay, imagine that the Goliath operation was us battling some mutant gorillas, enhanced, so therefore a bit of a fight, but also gorillas so they’re not the brightest of animals. Now, Tony Stark has an AI which is the battle-hardened mutant gorillas, but without the physical form which is their weakness. And it’s got his brains so it’s incredibly smart, so they don’t have the other weakness of not being very bright.”
“An AI is made from code, right? Which is your specialty, may I remind you. This isn’t up for discussion.” Arctic butted in and you let your head drop onto the dented and scratched metal table, the thud echoing around the dingy, dusty warehouse they had found abandoned and were using as their makeshift base. “Don’t lose any braincells, we need those.”
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You weren’t sure how you had managed to let them talk you into this, maybe it was the fact that Tony Stark was undeniably attractive or that you wanted to pick the brains of arguably the biggest genius in technology at the moment. Sure, the latter was it. Anyway, this meant you had ended up where you stood now, clutching your briefcase in both hands to simulate anticipation, and waiting outside Miss Potts’ office. The CEO of Stark Enterprises. She had to be cutthroat to survive in the male-dominated tech industry and you couldn’t lie that perhaps the nervousness you were projecting wasn’t all acting.
“Hello, you’re here for the interview, right?” A ginger lady stuck her head round the door, softly smiling at you as she caught your eye. “I’m Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Enterprises. I’m so glad you applied for this job.”
You hurried through the door Miss Potts held open for you, eyes widening a fraction as you took in the state-of-the-art office and the beautiful city skyline you could see out of the floor-to-ceiling window stretching across one wall of the spacious room. You were motioned into a plush sofa chair across from her and she tapped on the keyboard.
“So, Y/N Warren, am I right?” You nodded, your first name was common enough and had never officially been linked to you, which meant you could use it as part of the alias. It also made it a hell of a lot easier to answer to. “Now, I can see that you graduated from MIT summa cum laude and had a stint in the US Army. Could you explain to me why exactly you left the Army?”
Internally, you froze, you didn’t know that Arctic had added that to your fake profile and you cursed the captain with all the rude words you could think of in your head. Outwardly, you smiled shyly, pausing to consider the question.
“I guess, umm… In the army, I was Base Ops for my team, but the rest of the team there were very… macho, believing that fighting embodied what we were meant to be doing? They kinda thought that because the fighting I carried out was on a computer and not physical, it was lesser, like I was lower than them. So, I found that the whole team dynamic didn’t really end up working for me and I got an honourable discharge, after paying off the mountains of student debt I had amassed from MIT and went on the search for a new job.” You had pulled upon old army memories to spin the tale you fed to Miss Potts, days you hadn’t really thought of since the government recognised your skills and put you on Special Ops with a team who actually appreciated and understood your work. Well, they appreciated it when you weren’t running your mouth off about nothing in particular.
“Huh,” Miss Potts seemed surprised, her features twisting from a polite smile to a genuine one which broke across her face. “Why exactly did you apply for this job then?”
“I’m interested with just working under Mr Stark; his inventions are ground-breaking and the fact that he created an AI as young as he did proves his genius. Plus, I’m sure I could make an attempt at keeping up with Mr Stark, something not many people could say,” You ran a hand through your messy hair as Miss Potts laughed.
“You and Tony certainly match in your modesty.”
The mild suspicion that had remained in her eyes dissipated and her posture became more relaxed and less rigid. You cracked a grin, relieved that you’d at least got through this round. The next bit was going to be more difficult.
“Would you say I have a shot at getting this job?” No need to beat about the bush, really, you were a busy person. Arctic would kill you if you took a whole day just to come back and say that you’d gotten nowhere.
“Well, you have all the necessary qualifications, and you seem like the first candidate who would be able to handle Mr Stark, but I’m not the one who has the final say. I’ll introduce you to him but a lot of hopefuls with potential get the boot because Mr Stark finds that they irritate him or aren’t up to the standards he needs.” Miss Potts gathered her clipboard and a couple of sheets of paperwork before heading to the door and indicating that you should follow. She liked you; you had spirit and a bit of fire in you which meant you and Tony could gel quite well.
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Tony was deep in thought as he puzzled over the hydro mechanism of the engine he was building. The valve pipe was under a lot of strain due to the high-water pressure and the problem had stumped him for a while now. JARVIS interrupted him from his reverie, his screen suddenly filled with a security camera feed.
“Tony, get your ass out of the labs, I’ve found you an assistant,” Tony could see a figure hovering next to Pepper, but the cameras didn’t give him enough definition to pick up your features.
“How many times have I told you that I don’t need a babysitter, Peps? I’m a big boy. Big boy in a shiny metal suit. And I’ve got a Rhodey; I already have a babysitter. Even if this one looks cute.”
"You’re acting like a petulant child. Stop it and come and meet Miss Warren.” Pepper rolled her eyes as a beep signalled that the audio hadn’t gone through. “Miss Warren, we’ll go and see him if he’s not going to come to us.”
She pressed the pad of her thumb against the biometric scanner, a red light flashing to signal that it hadn’t been approved.
“I regret to inform you, Miss Potts, that Mr Stark has removed your access rights.”
She gave you a look and you cracked a grin. “Sorry, Mr Stark, but that seems like an awfully childish move for someone who doesn’t need a babysitter.”
There was no beep and you wondered what Stark’s immediate reaction had been. Static crackled over the speaker, and you wrinkled your nose, waiting to be told to leave the building. Arctic was going to murder you; you always fucked things up by saying stupid things.
The door slid open in front of you silently; Pepper’s eyebrows shooting up before she gestured for you to follow her. You descended into the lab, glancing around at the high-tech equipment and discarded parts in the corner. A bitter sensation twisted at your chest, and it took you a moment to realise that it was a nostalgia for the life you could have had without all this being hunted business. But then again, you’d never swap your team for anything else.
“Tony, this is Miss Warren.”
You smiled at the man, breath catching in your throat. He was even more attractive in person.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Stark smirked, extending a hand to you. Of course he knew. Or maybe he just assumed everyone was attracted to him.
You shook it eagerly; you couldn’t deny that you were slightly intimidated by being in the same room as such a genius. “Likewise.”
He gave you another once-over and turned back to Pepper. “Fine.”
“Fine?” Pepper repeated, tone incredulous. You were equally surprised that it had been this easy; the way he’d been fighting having an assistant moment earlier had suggested that you had no chance.
“Yes, alright, Pep, I’ll take her as my assistant,” Stark sighed. It was clearly a long-running argument, but the exasperation in his voice was tinged with affection. His gaze hardened for a second. “As long as she isn’t another Natalie Rushman.”
Pepper slid the file over to him. “I checked that she’s not from the same organisation.”
They’d done a background check. Thank God or whatever was up there that you’d been able to get into all the official servers to insert false records, otherwise you would have been rumbled. And the last time that had happened, you’d ended up at the top of a skyscraper, cornered by security.
Stark flicked through a couple of pages before tossing it to one side and leaning forward, hands clasped together as he stared you down.
“Thanks Pepper, you can get back to your busy schedule now.” His gaze didn’t waver, and you did your best to hold eye contact. For some reason, you were pretty sure that this was a test. Albeit a weird one.
As the door upstairs slid open and shut, you waited for him to make the first move.
“So, Miss Warren,” he raised an eyebrow, satisfied by what he’d supposedly found. “MIT, then in the army. Bit of a weird step to take.”
You shrugged. “Not with the mountain of student debt I got into. Army paid for it as long as I went into their Communications department for a few tours.”
Not all of us were lucky enough to have rich parents. You bit back that comment, realising that you’d probably already pushed it enough earlier.
He pushed back his chair and stood up, making his way over to the other side of the room. Your eyes followed him, finally noticing everything else in the hangar. God, it was any nerd’s wet dream.
Were you sure you couldn’t come work here permanently?
Delila’s knives came to mind, and you shook that thought away.
“Come on,” Stark called to you, and you snapped out of your daze, rushing to his side. You really were no good at this whole assistant thing.
He handed you a screwdriver, nail between his lips as he fiddled with a strange looking contraption on the table. You frowned slightly. With the amount of top-range technology at his fingertips, you’d have thought that he would be less hands on. But then again he created a metal suit in a cave. In the desert. After being kidnapped and needing an operation.
“Take a look at this.” Stark turned the object towards you, seemingly just a hunk of metal with one joint and a mismatch of wires poking out of it.
“Can I?” You reached out a tentative hand, fingers hovering millimetres above the surface. He nodded; eyes narrowed as he watched you turn it over. You had the funny feeling that if you turned it the wrong way he’d kick you out.
Your eyebrows shot up. “You’re using cylindrical topology? And, let me guess, you miscalculated the opposing torque so failed to offset the centrifugal force.”
He looked impressed; surely the engineering degree gave away that you at least knew something. And this was basic stuff.
“So, what’s your opinion on Ex Machina?”
You grabbed a flat-headed screwdriver and began prying off the panel. “Ex Machina? Isn’t that the one where the billionaire has sex with robots? Is this your way of warning me?”
“Or an offer to join me?” At that you looked up, locking eyes, and pulling a face. You didn’t actually think he was being serious, but it was an unpleasant image all the same.
“Well, thanks, but I’m good. I will also remember to knock before entering any room now.”
He cracked a grin. “The offer will always stand.”
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“So, how was it?”
Arctic had barely let you in through the door before bombarding you with questions.
You rubbed your face, slumping into a chair and sipping at the glass of whatever Ghost had just shoved into your hand. Ah, the cheap rum. “Not even the nice stuff?”
Ghost shrugged, slipping back to his perch in the corner.
“That man’s security systems are unbelievable. Several-years-ahead, almost out-of-this-world insane.” You took another slug of the liquid and grimaced. You didn’t understand how Ghost could stomach it. “And he has an invisible voice watching over every room.”
“So what? You can’t do it?” Delila smirks; you had a feeling she had always wanted to make you feel this small. “I thought you were supposed to be the best.”
Ah, there was the killing blow. You clutched at your heart, forcing an expression of exaggerated pain. “I can.”
“It can’t be too difficult, he’s just a businessman,” Delila continued, unfazed by your dramatics.
“Sure, put pressure on the one person who can actually do this. See how that turns out for you.” You paused, rethinking her words. “Have you forgotten the whole Iron Man side to things?”
“So, are you sure you can do it? We can’t afford to be wasting any effort on this if it’s not feasible.”
You groaned. “I just need more time”
“You have a week.” Arctic frowned, Delila smoothing away the expression with a soft kiss. Eurgh, they made you sick. Soppy romance just made you feel a little ill.
“I know, I know, I just-” You buried your head in your hands, muffling your words. “It’ll be fine, I can do it.”
Quintus patted you on the shoulder and you mustered some semblance of a smile.
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“I have your coffee,” you called out, balancing as you tried to push the door open with one foot. You caught sight of a video call disappearing from sight as Stark spun around, wide grin already plastered on.
“Who were you talking to?” You waited to reach Stark’s side before asking the question.
“No one,” he replied, far too quickly. His lie would have been less obvious if he had had a neon sign flashing over him saying ‘Liar! Liar!’. You had a funny feeling that he would be a great liar if he could be bothered to put any effort into it, but you assumed he just enjoyed fucking with people’s minds a little too much for that.
You didn’t want to press him about it, but you still had questions. “Oh, I was wondering if we’re the only ones in the house; like is it just you that lives here?”
“Yeah, just me. Luckily I’ve got you to keep me company… Why are you asking?”
You shook your head; no need to make him suspicious. “Just thought I’d heard other footsteps earlier. Coffee?”
“Mm, yes please.” Stark murmured as he invaded your personal space. Okay, definitely hitting on you.
You pushed the cup into his hands and took several steps away. No sleeping with your boss. You were pretty sure that was quite a common rule, and you were determined to follow it.
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It had taken a day to map out the various cameras in the house and their blind spots, or lack thereof. This had to be one of the best security systems you’d ever seen. Unsurprising, but you had hoped that with the safety net of his metal suit, Stark would have skimped on the stuff like cameras.
It was another couple of days until you started to lose hope.
“I can’t do this,” you stared at your computer screen, begging the plans to just give you some help. Ghost rubbed small circles between your shoulders, not saying a word.
Your program was perfect; with nothing other than just waiting to do, you had made sure that the code was airtight. But with no opportunity, crying now seemed like the appropriate and respectable response.
“Delila was right,” you groaned. “I am a failure.”
A light thwack on the back of your head broke you out of your self-deprecation as Ghost just gave you a simple look. “You can do it, patita. Don’t lose hope.”
Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.
Warnings:Angst, hydra, killing, mentions of panic attack and depression, cursing, insinuating to torture/trauma
Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as Nyx which is the assassin name but will eventually go to Y/N)
Word count:946
A/N:Okay so I didn’t think that many people would actually like my story so I didn’t have plans to make more parts but here you go I Guess. I hope you like it and i really appreciate the likes and reblogs! And there will be romance soon. :)
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“Look if we wait until shes alone we’re going to end up staying here for a couple of weeks. She’s in very high position so the chances that she’ll be alone without a few bodyguards is very unlikely” ‘Nyx’ concluded with an exasperated sigh, wanting to get the mission over with.
He grunted and kept staring into his binoculars, clearly blocking her out. “That’s it” Grabbing her headset she got out of the car and slammed the door. He bored into her retreating figure before grumbling a few curses under his breath and going after her.
Her air was pulled from her lungs as she was roughly jerked into a secluded wall before she reached the apartment building, “What the hell are you doing!?” He whispered harshly, eyes looking hostile. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” She shakily seethed; feeling her chest tighten and her breathe pick up its pace as she slumped her shoulders and stepped away from him, pressing herself against the wall.
The soldier gawked at her, perplexed at her sudden change of behavior. He reached out towards her, unsure how to handle the situation. After all, hydra needed him to be unfazed when his victims begged for their lives in distress. ‘Nyx’ flinched away from his touch and pointed her finger, threateningly, towards him.
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” ‘Nyx’ growled.
He stepped away and slowly brought his hands up finally registering her sudden change of attitude. He cursed in his mind. How could he be so stupid? Of course she was scared, she had been forced into submission by hydra just like him and she clearly didn’t enjoy it.
“Listen, i’m not going to hurt you… We-we’re partners, okay?” He clarified, stumbling over his words unsure of how to comfort her shaking form. She looked into his eyes. Searching for something, anything. She needed to grasp onto some sort of comfort. Finally nodding and relaxing her stance she took a deep breathe. “Okay. Okay, I’m ready” She mumbled looking straight into his eyes.
He turned around and headed towards the building. He felt her grasp his wrist and he looked back at her. “Forget about this… Nothing happened.”
“They’ll wipe my mind when we get back. I won’t remember anything.” He mumbled. Her gaze softened and she nodded. As soon as they broke through the front door they were met with 10 strong and burly men. The two assassins made quick work of the men and headed towards the bedroom where the women would likely be. She turned around and continued her phone call with a shaky breath.
“Mommy’s gonna be gone for a little bit okay? Tell daddy I love him very much. I have to go now… Make sure to listen to daddy okay? I love you” She mumbled and hung up as a few tears slipped down her face.
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I gulped as she finished her call and faced us.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Just put me out of my misery already” She mumbled.
“We were ordered to bring you back to hydra, not to kill you.” She stared at him with shock, quickly being flooded with panic.
“W-What? No-nonono. Please. You can’t! They already know all the information I have on them! You can’t take me to them… “ She hysterically yelled, eyes darting between the both of us.
I bit the inside of my lip and closed my eyes momentarily trying to regain some control of my emotions. Hearing her pleading sobs shouldn’t have affected me this much. It wouldn’t have affected me if I didn’t hear that fucking call. I quickly pulled out my gun and shot her between her eyebrows and inwardly cringed when a bit of blood splashed on me. “Lets go” I ordered and headed to the motel.
Once we returned to the motel winter slammed the door, it almost came out of its hinges
“What the hell was that all about!? Hydra is going to punish us. Both of us!” he scolded me.
“You heard her, hydra already knows the information she gathered on them.” I replied calmly, justifying myself. “It doesn’t matter. That’s not what they told us to do”
“We are going to tell them she took the bullet for one of the guards, got it?” I turned around and glared at him but he stayed silent.
“If they find out that you were weak you will be severely punished by the head of hydra.” He growled.
“Thats if they find out. The only way they’ll find out is if you tell them. And you know what? I don’t care! Go ahead tell them! Maybe they’ll finally decide that they’ve had enough of me! Maybe they’ll finally kill me!” I screamed, storming off into the bathroom. I quickly peeled off my uniform and climbed into the freezing shower.
I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor, hugging my knees, “Please, I can’t do this anymore” I silently begged to anyone-anything. I hoped the sound of the water droplets slamming into the floor covered up my wet sobs and wishes of freedom. After a few minutes I gulped down the lump in my chest and rubbed the hot tears from my eyes before stepping out of the shower.
I grabbed a cigarette and smoked near the door. The winter soldier came and sat by me. “I won’t tell them.” He mumbled and took it from my hands. He took a long puff and exhaled before he continued, “I said it once and i’ll say it again: We are partners.” He stretched his right hand out to me and I stared at it for a few minutes before I snorted and shook it.
Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.
Warnings:angst, hydra, insinuations of suffering torture, mentions of depression, probably a swear word, winter soldier not talking much, first person pov
Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as NYX but eventually will go to Y/N)
Word count:1079
A/N:I was thinking of doing a mini series of this depending on how well it does but idk. I hope you like it tho
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I pulled my knees up to my chest trying to get comfortable on the stiff and rock solid bed that lay beneath me. When I wasn’t sent on missions for hydra I was locked up in my room forced to listen to my thoughts. I didn’t like what i was forced to do; I don’t think anyone liked what they made us do, but I much rather perform missions than lay here and dwell on my poor excuse of a life. During missions I could finally have a miniscule amount of freedom, doing things like walking in the streets, going to the market, staying in a motel maybe a hotel if I got lucky, but most importantly I could pretend I was normal. Growing up with hydra after graduating from the red room made me a perfect weapon… Placed me above the Black widow and on the same pedestal as the ‘Winter soldier’. We had yet to cross paths but we resided in the same base.
There was a knock on the door and I quickly stood erect, ready for an assignment. “From now on you will have a partner and you will carry out missions together.” The headman of this hydra base uttered.
“Follow me.” He ordered and turned on his heels as he began striding towards ‘my’ new room.
Once we arrived I waited for him to enter first but he pushed me in and shut the door. I clenched my jaw and slowly stood up. I quickly scanned the room- there was one large mattress with a few blankets near the wall, a metal desk with a small lamp and a chair, a closed door which probably lead to the bathroom, a small refrigerator, and a hunched over figure on the bed.
“You’re the winter soldier” I muttered as I sat on the chair. He grunted and continued to glare at his hand.
“How long have you been here?” I asked as I observed him.
“don’t know…” He huffed as he raised his eyes to meet mine.
A broken man, that’s what he was. I felt sorry for him but there wasn’t much I could do to help our current situation.
“You ever smoke?” I asked, digging into my pocket and pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter I stole from one of the guards earlier. He shook his head and I handed him one. He stared up at me confused.
I sighed “Just try it”. He took it, took a long drag, and handed it back to me so I could do the same.
“Do you know your story? Or did they you know” I pointed to my finger to my head and spun it in circles insinuating to the memory swiper they used to scramble the brains of the uncooperative assassins. He didn’t respond so I assumed the latter.
“Do you want to know?” I murmured as I took a deep drag of the cigarette. He looked at me with interest.
“You know who I was?” he asked and I shook my head.
“No, but I can find out.”
“They’ll kill you.”
I smirked at the wall “ It’s a win win situation.” He sighed and took the cigarette from me smoking it once again.
“Why do they call you Nyx?” he asked looking at me.
“You’ve heard of me? I guess i’ve made myself quite the reputation… The name was given to me a few years ago, I’m known for striking at night so people started calling me Nyx.” He hummed and we smoked in silence for a while before we heard a knock on the door.
“You have a mission.” Once of the henchman called out and threw us our gear through a slot in the door.
My forehead touched the window as we drove to a far away city to start our mission.
“Impressive, our target is the head researcher on hydra at shield. Guess she got too much information on them.” I commented while reading aloud the details of our mission to the soldier as he drove to the place we were staying.
“We have to be careful, she must be heavily guarded since she’s in that kind of position” I muttered to myself.
We arrived as the sun was setting and stationed ourselves at a motel near a busy market in the city. We changed into our civilian clothes and I headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I heard Winters gruff voice mutter as my hand landed on the door knob.
“I’m going to the night market.” I replied ready to leave.
“Why? It’ll be better if we stay here”. I snorted.
“It would be better if we weren’t here at all. Anyway i’m going, want anything?” he shook his head and I sighed muttering a quick ‘suit yourself’ before leaving. I smiled as the chilly october air hit my nostrils and the unfamiliar aroma of foreign foods enveloped my space.
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After hours of wondering the streets and parks the city had to offer, I made my way back to the motel. After closing the door I was met with the familiar cocking of a gun.
“It’s just me, you can put the gun away. I hope you’re hungry because I brought food.” I presented the bag to him. He eyed it curiously and sat down.
“What” I snorted “Everytime I offer you anything you look at it like it’s the first thing you’ve seen in years.” his gaze momentarily shifted down and his arms crossed but he didn’t speak.
I clicked my tongue and looked up. That poor bastard had been through too much. I shook my head. Of course I’m well aware of the tactics hydra used to push its agenda, they’d been used on me but I learned very quickly to block them out and repress them. It seemed like he had yet to learn that and the more I observed him the more I realized just how shattered he was from the inside out. We ate in a heavy silence as I pondered just how much he had actually suffered.
“We take her out tonight.” he muttered.
“What?”
“The target. We take her out tonight and return to hydra tomorrow morning.” I nodded and started to gear up.
When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requestedby@clapoftheass“hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning:violence.
“Do I really have to be here?” Tony kicked the ground.
“Stop whining, I don’t want to be around you either.” (Y/N) voiced, scanning around the deserted area.
“You know that’s not true.” he peeked around, taking a sip of his cold drink now, given that they were in a whole other area of the US, near a deserted glassblower factory. Fortunately, everything was still in place and they easily started heating the oven. Now it was brewing secretly, waiting for something to be added to it.
“I see it.” (Y/N) spoke, seeing it on a motorcycle in the distance as it left a trail of floating sand behind the vehicle, “get into position.”
Tony breathed out, walking into it as the terminator crept behind the walls staying at his level. If Tony could align it to the oven, (Y/N) could break through the weak wall, pushing it straight into the oven after the millionaire shoots the chain that keeps the oven door sealed shut.
(Y/N) watched as it entered the building, looking around with the usual straight face a terminator like this conventionally had for some reason.
It didn’t seem to care about being discreet. A fault that had never been revised since they started sending terminators back in time – unless it was sent by a human.
“Come over here so I can kill you.” it spoke.
“What a nice way to phrase that.” Tony expressed sarcastically, backing up to get it to maintain it’s distance with him as they approached the front of the oven.
(Y/N) took calculated steps forward, morphing one arm into a spear and hiding behind a table that was facing the oven perfectly, a few meters away.
Only two meters for the terminator to do and then it was her turn to work.
It stopped before it got to the oven, suspiciously eyeing around, suddenly remembering the other terminator that had stopped it from completing its mission in the first place.
Gritting their teeth, the other hand shifted into a sledgehammer.
Sensing the terminator’s location, it walked towards the table, unable to get close enough when (Y/N) jumped out, bashing the sledgehammer into its neck, kicking it in the chest, making it stumble backwards.
“Now!” it was his queue, with his hand armour, he shot the chain and rushed to his safe spot. The heavy door fell open, nearly breaking it’s hinges under the weight as the chains made a clunking sound as they hit the floor.
Pinning it down against the oven door, they both felt the intense heat emanating from the active oven but it only grew (Y/N)’s determination. With the spear they had, they stabbed it through it’s throat, watching it as it grasped it to try and pull it out of itself.
Pushing it more into it, the terminator didn’t calculate that it would push it right back into their chest, making them stumble back and let it grasp their black T-shirt, slamming (Y/N) right at the roaring mouth of the stove.
With a hand around it’s throat, they attempted to keep it away enough to stop it from pushing them right into the fire.
“Duck!” Tony spoke. Obliging, (Y/N) followed his command, hearing as he shot into its head, disorientating it, “In your own time!”
With one last effort, the terminator threw it straight in the oven, watching it struggle as it attempted to escape.
(Y/N) watched it slowly grow lifeless as the last pieces of skin burned off, slowly melting and mixing with the metal until it wasn’t regnisable. The last thing to go was the red light in its eyes.
Stark closed the oven, slowly dragging them away.
“Are you okay?” he inquired.
“Yes, it’s done.”
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“Sorry again, I’ll see you in a bit.” he hung up, placing the phone in his jacket pocket.
“Happy now?” (Y/N) asked.
“Very much.” he took a bite out of his sandwich “You have to stick around for a while, don’t you?” his voice was slightly muffled from the mouthful he just took.
“Don’t get too comfortable, it feels like I might do what you people do, which is throwing up.” they shot him a grim look.
“I want you to be my bodyguard.” he expressed, “It’s your job right? To protect me? Plus I can show off how cool my protector is to the over Avengers.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.” (Y/N) shook her head, “I have no interest in being ‘shown off’.”
Tony frowned.
“How do you-”
“Morgan taught me.” His mouth fell agape.
“Wow, I-”
“Yes, she’s much better than you, anyways, for the purpose of keeping you safe, I cannot display myself publicly, as in, in front of an audience. I thought that would be obvious.” the witty remark didn’t go unheard.
“Well just shift into another person, you can do that, can’t you? So it seems like different people every time, I thought that would be obvious?” he mimicked (Y/N)’s tone of voice.
There was a moment of silence before the person in question spoke.
“You’re lucky it’s in my program not to display any forms of violence towards you.”
“I’m guessing verbal violence wasn’t included in the program.”
“…Eat your sandwich.”
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When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requestedby@clapoftheass “hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning: subtly(?) stalking
“Here they are, as requested.” A woman entered, placing the folder on his desk.
“Thank you,” he nodded, only opening it when the door shut behind her. His fingers glided over the surface of the only three pictures of the figure that he had seen one too many times.
The first one was a side profile, kind of blurry in the very populated area that is the train station. The following one was the stranger looking down to the ground, a few meters away from him as he exited a car for a charity event. The last one was a little chilling, the person was looking straight into the camera as the image grew very pixelated among a very clear view of red irises.
All were collected CCTV footage, all had the same outfit, black cap, black cardigan, t-shirt and trousers.
Pressing on the phone, calling Pepper immediately – who knew of the situation – picked up quickly.
“Did the picture match anyone?”
“No one, we have no idea who it is.” The dirty blond answered.
“Alright,” Tony ended the call and sighed.
Who is this?
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“You okay?” Happy questioned as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
“I’m fine.” he pulled the knot of his tie and brushed the creases off his suit. Head to attend a public speech for the press but he couldn’t lie saying he was confident.
Where was this stranger from? Why were they spying on him? Are the other Avengers spied on?
Halfway through his speech, he felt a little calmer, not having spotted the not-too-familiar face anywhere.
Fortunately for him, it was only at the end of his speech that he saw the slanted-down cap he’s seen too many times at the back of the room.
Needless to say that the questions after the speech were somewhat difficult.
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Under his light grey cap, sunglasses and casual clothes, he went to get a coffee. Maybe he wouldn’t be detected if he isn’t under the public eye.
So far so good. He marched into the coffee shop. Then it hit him. Maybe this person was an artificial mutant who had little control over their power just like Pietro and Wanda and seeking help? If they didn’t show up today, this hypothesis might just be a step in the right direction as they have to helplessly rely on the media to seek him out.
After buying his coffee, Tony stepped out of the shop and walked through a smaller road with fewer people.
Suddenly, someone slammed him into the wall, making his drink spill all over the floor. He held his shoulder painfully.
A tall person he’s never seen before stood tall about him, slowly pulling a gun out of his jacket. His eyes widened.
It all happened in the matter of seconds, but the recognisable cap came into view, punching the man’s jaw, grasping his arm and slicing it in half after morphing their arm into a blade.
Pulling the cut off limb and slamming it into his face, they grasped his arm, pulling him up and dragging him away.
“Follow me, get in the car.” they ordered, unlocking a black car that was in a covered car park.
“Who are you?” Tony scanned the person suspiciously.
“Just get in the car.” He didn’t budge. Rolling their eyes, they sighed, “If I wanted you dead I would have left that other guy finish you off, wouldn’t I?”
Reluctantly, he obliged, slipping into the passenger seat and waiting for the person to start the car.
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“And if I don’t create it, everyone dies.” He concluded.
“Yes,” (Y/N) confirmed, keeping an eye on the cars behind them from the rear-view mirror.
“How did you come back from-”
“I can’t tell you.”
“And where are you taking me now?” The millionaire inquired, “Because a few people will wonder where I am.”
“It’s not the time we have to get rid of this last one, I’ve made sure to terminate the ones I could find before they got to you but until this one is off our tail, you can’t contact anyone until then.” (Y/N) explained.
“How are we going to terminate it, then?” he raised an eyebrow at the Terminator.
“I know just the place. Do you have your gear? I won’t be able to end it on my own since we’re made of the same material.”
“Of course I do, I’m always prepared.” Tony smirked.
“You’re insufferable.” the robot’s eyes rolled it’s eyes before exiting out of the departmental road, onto a smaller road.
“You have alot of temperament for someone who isn’t really alive.” he sassed.
“I wonder where I got that sprinkle of attitude from.” (Y/N) raised a challenging eyebrow at him.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Stark smirked.
“I can’t believe Pepper has put up with you for this long.” a disappointed sigh escaped them.
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Trust:[Request]A super angsty Tony oneshot where reader catches him cheating on her and debates on leaving the Tower and the other Avengers get really protective of her and won’t let Tony near her
Best Asset: [Request]A oneshot where Tony keeps smacking your butt hard all the time, both in front of the Avengers and privately because he can’t help himself, catching you off guard so you try to get him back
Friendship: [Request]Tony and Jarvis have a heart to heart
Prompt: While Tony is fighting off Thanos, you find out that you are pregnant. With Tony getting back in terrible shape, you hold off on revealing your news until it catches up with you.
I watch as Tony disappears into the air to follow Peter. A big circular monstrosity floats into the sky and I can tell that it is their target. Hopefully this won’t take too long, Tony is supposed to be in a sense ‘retired.’ Sure he still helps out, but ever since the Avengers broke up Tony has remained on the back burner after the initial months following the event.
Back in black, I hit the sack
I’ve been too long…
“Tony?” I realize my voice comes out more panicky than I meant to. I take a deep breath and try again. “What is going on?”
“I’m going to space.”
The words hit me in the gut harder than any blow I’ve encountered in my life. Already tears are forming in my eyes and I quickly try to blink them away. He has to come back, he promised he wasn’t going to do this big stuff anymore. We just got married, we’ve been talking about having kids. It can’t be over before we even try to start.
“(Y/N) I love you.” He’s scared and his voice shows it.
“I love you.” I squeak out, but when I pull the phone from my ear it says the call has been disconnected. There is a chance he didn’t hear me. No, no he heard me. He knows that I love him, and he’ll be back so I can tell him that for the rest of my life.
Taking in a few more deep breathes, I manage to get my breathing under control. Bruce mumbles something about making a call and disappears further into the park. I might as well go and try to see if there is anyone down here that I can help, while Tony is up there.
Walking only a few steps forward, a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach. I try to breathe it down but it doesn’t work. A more intense wave pierces through me as I run for the nearest trash can. I barely make it as I release what was left of my breakfast. The combined smell from the trash and my vomit are not helping. Being sure that I am empty I propel my shaky limbs to a bench nearby.
I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve been a little more tired recently but it’s nothing that I haven’t been able to handle. But I have never thrown up from nerves. In the past I have always been a pacer. I’ve walked tunnels in our floors when Tony has been on a mission. This is new, unless…
I count backwards to my last menstrual cycle. I do it a second time, a third time. Surely I am counting wrong, but no matter how many times I do it, I get the same result. I am very late this month, by two weeks. For some this may be normal, but not for me. I have never been later than by a few days.
Quickly I find a store, grab what I need and practically run home. I’m in autopilot. I’ve taken the test but I don’t remember it. All I can do is stare at my reflection for any noticeable changes. Aside from the slight exhaustion in my eyes, I find none. I glance at the timer and see I still have time before the results are ready. My fingers grab for my toothbrush and attempt to scrub away what is left over from the park.
Ding ding…. Ding ding…
I click the timer off but refrain from glancing at the stick on the counter. What do I do if it is positive? Will I be crushed if it is negative? Tony and I have only talked about kids a few times, but neither of us have clearly said that we are officially trying now.
Taking a deep breath, I allow my eyes to peak at the result. Two pink lines shine back up at me. I’m pregnant. Tony and I are having a baby. Tears stream down my cheeks but the brightest smile looks back at me from the bathroom mirror. I’m pregnant. Tony and I are having a baby. I’m going to be a mom; he’s going to be a dad.
My hand shoots for my phone and I quickly dial Tony. An automated voice tells me that he is out of range. I scoff, of course space is out of range. Aliens couldn’t have picked a worse time. Just as I go to put my phone away, it beings to ring. I answer it immediately.
“Tony!” I shout. “Tony is that you?”
“(Y/N), it’s Nat.” My old friend’s voice cuts into me and I try to recover. She explains how they are all heading to the Avengers headquarters upstate. “It’s, it’s looking bad. Thanos wants to erase half of the universe.”
Without a second thought I tell her I am on my way. Hanging up the phone, I grab my keys and make my way up the familiar roads. Half the universe? My hand instinctively hovers over my lower abdomen. This baby can’t grow up without its father. I can’t let it happen. Tony would make such an amazing father, and I want more than anything for him to get the chance.
The building comes into view and I feel nostalgia hug me into a parking spot. I haven’t been here since everyone went their separate ways. Suddenly a list of things I need to do crash into my consciousness. First thing being, making a doctor’s appointment to confirm the pregnancy. Without hesitating I call. I give my name and the reason for an appointment.
“Okay, looks like we had a cancellation for an appointment around noon that is available.” I glance at the dashboard clock in the car, 10:00 am. This has been the longest morning. I agree that the time would work. “We’ll see you at noon today, Mrs. Stark.”
“Thank you.” I say and then hang up the phone.
Making my way inside I find Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, and Vision with Bruce and Rhodey in the main area. We all exchange hellos and hugs, even Rhodey regardless of the fact he was over for dinner last night. It is crazy to think that this morning I woke up believing today was going to be as normal as yesterday was. I suppose it’s my fault for ever thinking the rest of my days with Tony would be considered normal.
Not so surprisingly, no one stands around and twiddles their thumbs in this group. They immediately get to work. I find myself wishing I could be more helpful than I am. I’ve been out of the game for way too long and before that I was just an agent from Shield. But when it comes to Vision willing to spare his life, I had to interject.
“Steve is right, Vision.” My hormones are starting to get the better of me. Tears are threatening to break through. We can’t lose any more people. We are supposed to save everyone. “There is another way. Please go to Wakanda. If they can’t do it, then we will revisit your idea.”
They can do it. Honestly, I don’t think there is much that Wakanda’s princess can’t do. She can preserve Vision so we can remove the stone and have Wanda destroy it. Thanos won’t be able to kill half the universe, and Tony will be safe. Tony will be safe. Tony will be safe.
Escaping from my thoughts, I find my hand protectively resting against my lower abdomen again. It’s funny how fast I am unconsciously thinking about this unborn child and already willing to protect it. Just a few hours ago I didn’t know the baby existed. A few hours ago I didn’t know that life as we knew it was at stake.
My gaze returns to the group around me and find someone already looking back. Wanda gives me a perplexed look and a head nod that means we’ll talk later. The debate goes on for a few moments more before everyone is in agreement to fly to Wakanda. Wanda catches me outside the room only moments later.
“Spill, something is up.” She gets right to the point. That’s what I love about Wanda. At first she would beat around the bush but in moments like these she doesn’t want to deal with all the fluffy pleasantries.
“I’m not sure it’s right to tell you first…” Which is true, but I’m hoping that this is obvious enough that she can just guess. I have no clue how long it will be before I get to tell Tony and I am bursting at the seams. Someone else besides me has to know and be excited for me.
Her eye brows rise as she releases a soft gasp of air. I’m enveloped in a hug that turns into a few soft jumps of excitement. I explain to her that I just found out and that I have a doctor’s appointment in about thirty minutes. Wanda assures me she won’t tell a soul, though I’m not sure that includes Vision or not. I don’t have enough time to question it because I really need to start making my way there.
One-by-one I hug and say good luck to each of my friends. More tears well up under my eyes from the realization that it has been so long since I’ve seen most of them. I hope they all come back, they have to. There is so much to catch up on and talk about. There have been so many regrets on both sides with how things went down. I want to make up for lost time, and I want this baby to have it’s big family of superheroes.
**
“Congratulations,” Dr. Middleton announces with a smile. “You are indeed pregnant. All your labs look great, very healthy. I’m going to get you started on prenatal vitamins to help make sure baby is getting all the nutrients it needs.”
Dr. Middleton walks me through the various things that are going to be happening the next few months. She gives me a nice folder with the information enclosed so I don’t have to worry about remembering it all. We talk about my diet, exercise, warning signs for trouble, and how I am feeling with all of this. By the time I leave, my brain is swarming with a ton of new information but more excited than ever.
Pulling out of the parking lot my mind is busy making baby name lists. Of course we won’t know for a while if it will be a boy or a girl. Should we wait till birth? That is what my parents did when they were having me. I had a very gender-neutral nursery and I love looking back at the photos. This is definitely something I need to talk to Tony about. Maybe he’ll find it fun.
Honking from behind brings me out of my day dreams of parenthood to find the car in front of me immobile with a green light. I wait a few moments but they obviously are not moving any time soon. Putting the car in park, I get out and walk up to their vehicle. The front seat is empty.
I whirl my head around in every angle to see which direction they went in but nothing. A woman screams to my left. I turn and find a man standing next to her slowly dissolving into dust. My eyes blink several times. I must be imagining things, or dreaming. I’ll wake up and find myself in my bed back home. But it continues.
People all around me are turning to dust, pieces of themselves floating through the air. My heart is hammering in my ears. The screams and cries around me become muffled, secondary to the fear running through my blood. This only means one thing, we lost. Thanos won.
My breathing quickens and shallows. No matter how many breathes I take it is not enough. What if Tony is one of the ones that turned to ash? How long will it take for half the world to disappear? I’m hyperventilating and I am floating. Not like the others around me. I still have a body, but I don’t feel tethered to it.
A/N: Little short but the last part will be longer
Plot:You and Steve were together before the Accords but he left you without a goodbye. Overtime your heart started to heal. Though are you ready to let someone else in?
