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?
Returning to school on Monday morning was the most difficult part. All weekend, you didn’t receive a single sign from Peter. Your phone didn’t show any notifications from him, not a call, or even just a text, absolutely nothing. It tore you up inside trying to think of what you could’ve done wrong. Everything seemed to have been going so well. MJ tried to hit you up a couple times, asking why you left early from the dance and if everything was alright, but you didn’t feel like talking to her. You didn’t feel like doing anything, really. You just felt devastated, and sad, and broken hearted. All this time you had convinced yourself that Peter was a good kid, that he was someone you could really trust, that he wouldn’t be the kind to hurt you or use you. But now, you just felt foolish and stupid.
With whatever sliver of confidence you had left within yourself, you cleared your throat nervously and clutching your lunch tray, made your way to the cafeteria table. Just because Peter didn’t want to talk to you anymore didn’t mean you were going to end your friendship with Ned and MJ. You had been sitting at their lunch table every day now and it would be weird all of a sudden not to. “Hey,” you gave a weak smile as you approached, setting your tray on the table and sliding into a seat. You made eye contact with Peter and he instantly looked away, grabbing his tray and getting up, leaving the cafeteria. You stared, shocked and angry, watching as he left. “Are you shitting me?”
“Y/n-” MJ’s eyes softened, reaching out a hand to comfort you and you recoiled.
“No, that was, that was such a shit move,” you shook your head, refusing to feel sorry for yourself anymore. “Is he really going to be that immature?”
“He’s just-” Ned went to vouch for him but you held up a hand, cutting him off.
“He couldn’t even bother to look me in the eyes,” you muttered. “Did I really do something that bad?” You glanced down at your lunch, realizing your loss of appetite and got up, throwing away your food and marching out of the cafeteria yourself, frustrated and furious.
During chemistry, all you could manage to do was look back and glare at him. You hated Peter Parker. You decided to be brave and try to befriend him, open yourself up and be vulnerable for once, actually try to make a move with a guy you liked, and this is what you got in return. With no explanation or warning, he just left you, as if you meant absolutely nothing to him. In the middle of the homecoming dance much less. And now, that you were trying to still give him a chance and sit at his lunch table, he straight up ditched you? It made you feel worthless and you hated it. Once the bell rang, you made a bee line towards your locker and tried to go on with the rest of your day as quickly as possible. You told yourself to save your tears for when you got home. You couldn’t cry, not here anyways.
“Miss y/n, you seem distressed and dehydrated. Would you like water delivered to your room?” JARVIS chirped and you groaned, burying your face in your hands as you entered your bedroom, angrily throwing your bookbag to the ground.
“I’m just fine, JARVIS,” you grumbled, letting out a sigh and sitting on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at your phone. You didn’t know what to expect. He hadn’t reached out to you all weekend, and he couldn’t even talk to you at school, there would be no reason for him to do it now. “Fuck you.” You threw your phone across the room, trying to ignore the tears welling up in your eyes, when you heard a knock on your door.
“Hey sweetie, can we talk? I know you haven’t been doing too well lately,” your dad’s voice came from the other side of the door. “I haven’t seen you in the lab once, and I know that’s your favorite place to be. Something’s up. Please talk to me.” He knocked again and you stared, wondering if you should tell him or not. When he and Happy picked you up from the dance, you didn’t explain what had happened. You just said that you felt sick and you wanted to go home. He didn’t pry too much, and you were grateful for it, but now, you almost wanted to tell him. You wanted your dad to kick his ass, just like he promised he would. “Is it okay if I come in?”
You wiped the tears off of your cheeks and walked to the door, opening it and instantly falling into his arms, hugging him, crying harder. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed into his chest and he stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, clearing his throat and patting your back.
“Hey, hey let’s uh, let’s take this over there, okay?” he walked you over to where you were both sitting at the edge of your bed, him handing you a box of tissues as you blew your nose, red eyes glancing at his concerned eyes and furrowed brow. “What’s the matter, kiddo?”
“Peter Parker is a major asshole,” you sniffled, shaking your head. “I thought that uh, that he was nice and smart and handsome and charming, but he’s just a dick. Just like all the other boys.”
“Oh, that Parker kid?” Tony raised an eyebrow, looking a bit hesitant. “The boy who took you to the dance? He seemed awfully nice. What did he do?”
“All night he kept avoiding me like I was the plague or something, and it made me feel awful. And he wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me. And then this song came on, and I wanted to dance, and he uh,” your voice broke and you shook your head, shutting your eyes tight, trying to hold yourself together. “He told me that we weren’t working out. And he said that asking me to the dance was a big mistake.”
“Honey…” Tony put a hand on your shoulder and you just cried more.
“I really liked him, dad,” you confessed. “I was… I was hoping he was the one.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Sometimes boys are just assholes,” he sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
“I just- I can’t seem get over the fact that he never told me why,” you argued. “I doesn’t add up. We were doing so well, and I felt like we were really close, and then that night. He came to the door and he seemed different. And you talked to him and…” You paused, widening your eyes, putting two and two together. “What did you tell him, dad?”
“W-what?” he looked caught off guard and you hardened your piercing gaze, glaring at him.
“That night, when he picked me up for the dance,” you specified. “You talked to him and everything changed. What did you tell him?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Tony lied, although you could easily see the fear in his eyes.
“Bullshit,” you spat. “All night he looked terrified and nervous. You told him something that scared him off, I know you did. He wasn’t like this until he talked to you.”
“Look, Pete? That kid… he was trouble, okay? He was going to hurt you,” your dad finally broke and you stared at him, shocked and confused and infuriated all the same. Tony shrank back and you shook your head, enraged. “I was trying to protect you, I told him that I didn’t want him around you. Trust me, y/n, he might seem nice and all, but I know boys like him-”
“Like hell you know boys like him!” you shouted, angry. “Dad, he was the best thing that ever happened to me! Do you know how happy he made me? How much this meant to me? And now, just cause you’re scared that your little girl is growing up and she’s might get her heartbroken, you took away the only chance I ever had?” You ran your hands through your hair, pressing your lips together, feeling doubly betrayed.
“He was no good for you!” Tony persisted. “He was going to hurt you anyways.”
“Peter Parker was the sweetest boy I’ve ever met in my life,” you refused to believe his words. You stared at him, feeling broken and exhausted. “Dad, if you really cared about me then you would’ve known how much I wanted this.” You shook your head, walking to the door.
“Y/n. Y/n!” he called after you but you ignored him, marching to the elevator. He chased you out of your room. “Where are you going?”
“If you knew me then you would know,” you insisted, letting the doors shut and racing out onto the streets of New York, trying as best as you could to remember the address of that little apartment Peter showed you in Queens.
Thankfully, when you arrived, May had no problem with letting you in. “Is it okay if I talk to Peter?” you asked nervously and she smiled sweetly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” she responded. “He’s in his room right now working on homework. Feel free to just knock.”
And so you did. Standing outside his bedroom door, he opened it, blinking at you, shocked. “Y-y/n? I didn’t expect you to-” he stammered as you roughly brushed past him, quickly shutting the door behind you, facing him with your teary eyes.
“Fuck you,” you stood in front of him, eyes stinging, hands shaky, overwhelmed with emotion. “Why would you do that to me?”
“Y/n, I didn’t mean to…” he seemed so broken up, but you just stared at him, devastated. “I’m sorry.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, desperate for some sort of reasoning on his part. “You made me feel so stupid, like you didn’t even like me back, and I felt so angry at you. You couldn’t even look at me at the dance, and then at the lunch table today, god, I just- I get it. My dad scared you or whatever, but fuck Peter- why didn’t you tell me? It’s like you just decided to give up on-”
In the middle of you talking he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, and you melted into the kiss. It was soft and warm and sweet and apologetic and when he pulled back, he looked at you, nervous, scared. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am,” Peter insisted, reaching to grab your hand, holding it in his, brown eyes apologetic and genuine. “I’m an idiot. I should’ve told you, and I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I’m sorry. But I um, I also should’ve been honest.”
You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek, eyes blurry, still remembering the imprint of his lips against yours. “Go on.”
“I like you a lot, y/n. So ridiculously much. But I haven’t been completely honest with you, because I was scared, and I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “The truth is, your dad didn’t want you to be with me because he was afraid that I’d put you in danger. The same way he puts you in danger.”
“What are you talking about, Peter?” you stared at him, but he only squeezed your hand tighter, struggling to find the words to say.
“He wasn’t going to let me tell you, or anyone really, and that’s why he didn’t want me near you, but I care about you so much and I don’t want to keep any more secrets between us…” he shook his head, looking up at you again. “You know how your dad is Ironman? And by you being his daughter, you’re constantly in a state of danger simply through association?”
“Yeah…” you trailed off, confused as to where this was going.
“Well-” he instantly shot up his free hand towards the ceiling of his bedroom and a small trap door fell down, making you shriek and jump towards him, a blur of red and blue falling from above. You jumped into his arms and he laughed slightly, holding you tight, and your eyes fixated on the clothing hanging from the ceiling, mouth agape. The red and blue fabric was part of a suit, a spider emblem etched in the center of the chest piece, bionic eyes sewn onto the mask, making your own widen.
“Holy shit,” you gasped.
“I’m Spider-Man,” he whispered in your ear and you stared at the suit dangling from the ceiling, watching as he shot his free hand up again, swinging the trap door shut and swiping the suit up with it, cleverly tucking the secret away in the ceiling. Your eyes widened before looking back at him, and he seemed scared, waiting to see how you would take it.
“What the fuck, Peter?” you blinked at him, partially terrified.
“I know, I know it’s a lot,” he smiled apologetically. “But I wanted you to know. And that’s why I know your dad, through the superhero stuff. When we first started working together and he found out we went to the same school, he specifically told me that he didn’t want me near you, but I uh, I really couldn’t help myself.” He blushed and shook his head, sobering up. “When he found out I was taking you to the dance, he got mad, because he knew I blatantly ignored his orders, and he thought that if I was around you, then you would be in twice as much danger as you already are. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be with you anymore, and I got scared, and I didn’t know what to do. So I cut you off completely, and I’m sorry.” He shut his eyes tight, tears of his own starting to surface. “That’s so fucked up, and unforgivable, and horrible, and I am so very sorry I put you through that.”
“I just thought maybe you hated me,” you whispered, hugging him tightly, sighing and trying to drink it all in. “But now, I think I’m slowly starting to understand.”
“I shouldn’t have let anything get in between us,” Peter acknowledged. “I really do care about you, y/n. So much.” He paused. “Actually, that night, before the dance, on my way to your house, I was planning to ask you out. And make us official.”
“Really?” you looked up at him, wondering if you should allow yourself to be hopeful again, so soon.
“Really,” he smiled. “I see where he’s coming from, but in the end, I shouldn’t have let your dad scare me.”
“He’s an overprotective jackass of a father,” you sighed. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love him.”
“He’s a good guy, Mr. Stark,” Peter admitted. “You’re really lucky to have a dad like him. He cares a lot about you.”
You nodded your head and hummed in agreement, pausing for a moment. “What are you going to tell him?” you wondered softly, both of you still holding each other, Peter’s fingers running through your hair. “When he finds out?”
“I think I simply might just tell him that I don’t care,” he murmured, shrugging softly. “Cause I really do care about you. And I would do anything to have you back in my life again, because you make me really happy, you do. And I know that I can’t have a normal life, but I can at least try. That would be fair, right?”
“I think so,” you replied. “Why do you care so much, anyways? When you have your other things to worry about, like uh, like the Spider-Man…”
“Cause you’re beautiful, y/n. You’re smart and you’re bold and brave and funny and you always make me smile. When I’m with you it’s like I could stay there forever, and I can’t help but stare at you whenever I see you, and you just-” he looks at you, eyes sparkling, sighing. “You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met in my life, y/n. Really. And I’d be damned if I let anyone take me away from you.”
“Sooo…” you giggled, looking up at him, your arms draped around his waist. “Does this make me Spider-Man’s girlfriend?”
“If you’d like to be,” he grinned.
“I don’t think there’s anything I could possibly want more,” you confessed, kissing him again, him holding you in his arms. You couldn’t imagine yourself being with anyone else.
It seemed as though after spending that evening in his apartment, everything between you and Peter changed. There wasn’t any awkward tension or tip toeing around your feelings. You could simply just feel and not have to be ashamed or embarrassed by it. He started going to meet you at your locker before school, complimenting you on whatever outfit you were wearing, and holding your hand, which was your personal favorite. It was like a reminder that you were finally his. Although neither of you clarified whether you were officially dating yet or not, it was obvious something had changed in your friendship. MJ and Ned were quick to point out this change, teasing you two relentlessly but also congratulating you both.
Even outside of school, Peter was still tugging at your heartstrings. He sent you adorable texts and even facetimed you before bedtime to talk. One morning before school he had even gotten you some iced coffee, and another day offered to walk you home. He was definitely the sweetest boy you had ever met, and you found yourself falling harder and harder for him each day. As the dance approached, Pepper helped you slowly get ready. She went out with you to find the perfect dress, one that complimented your eyes and cascaded down your hips, as well as some matching jewelry. She also briefed you on some dance lessons just in case your brain went blank in the middle of a slow song. You giggled to yourself as you imagined Aunt May doing the same with Peter.
Before you knew it, the night had finally arrived, and you were excited and nervous all the same. Staring at yourself in the mirror, fancy hairstyle framing your makeup painted face, you smiled. You wouldn’t have wanted to spend this night with anyone else but Peter. Walking down to the lobby you smiled at your dad, beaming at you with teary eyes. “You look absolutely stunning, y/n,” he gave you a big hug. “Can’t believe my little girl’s all grown up.”
“Best believe it,” you smirked. “I’ll be up and off to college before you know it.”
“Ah you won’t be gone long,” he shook his head. “I know you’ll breeze right through it. You’ve got your father’s brains.”
“If only she had your confidence too,” Pepper teased. “Then she’d be unstoppable.”
“Yeah right,” you scoffed. “I’m a teenage girl in high school, dad. You probably have more confidence than all of us combined.”
“A visitor has approached the door. Would you like me to let him enter, Mr. Stark?” JARVIS chirped through the building and you felt giddy, heart beginning to race.
“That must be Peter,” you smiled and you saw your dad tense behind you as you rushed towards the door.
“Peter?” he raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“Yeah,” you opened the door, proudly presenting your date to your father.
He stood there in the doorframe, just as you imagined, but almost even better. Hair swept back neatly, sporting a tuxedo and a bowtie, smelling faintly of cologne, he was handsome as ever. You wanted to kiss him right there on the spot. “Y/n! You look beautiful,” Peter gasped and you blushed, looking up at him, shy.
“Thank you,” you whispered. “You look very handsome too.” Your dad stepped out from behind you to get a good look at the boy and you stepped back to let them introduce themselves, noting the almost surprised look on both of their faces. Did Peter really think you weren’t going to introduce him to your family?
“Nice to meet you sir,” the boy extended his hand, looking a bit jittery. “Peter Parker.”
“Tony Stark…” your dad drew out his voice, seeming very off, and you stared at him strangely, confused. They shook hands slowly, both staring at each other weirdly, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction, letting Peter step into the room and watching as the two of them struggled to find words to say.
“Big fan of your work,” Peter nodded slowly, smiling anxiously, entire body tense. “You’re a good man, Mr. Stark.”
“Going to keep my daughter safe tonight, Mr. Parker?” your dad asked, ignoring Peter’s praise, and you rolled your eyes, sighing, slugging him in the shoulder playfully.
“Y-yes sir, of course, absolutely,” Peter insisted, almost as if trying to convince himself, and Tony hummed, still skeptical. Your father turned to you and you instantly felt strange yourself, hoping everything was okay.
“Mind if I have a couple words with Petey here?” your dad asked and you stared at him quizzically.
“Sure, is everything alright?” you turned your head to the side.
“Of course, you know, just the regular don’t hurt my daughter or I’ll hurt you type of talk,” he reassured and you chewed on your inner cheek, looking up at him, hesitant.
You lowered your voice, leaning into his ear to whisper. “Just don’t mess this up, okay dad? I really like him,” you pleaded, and he smiled softly, nodding.
“It’ll only be a couple minutes,” Tony replied. “Why don’t you go out and wait with Happy in the limo. I’m going to talk to Mr. Parker for a little bit.”
Reluctantly, you followed his instructions, going out to wait in the backseat of the vehicle with Happy. Meanwhile, your father confronted Peter in the lobby, pulling him aside so that they were alone. “Look, Mr. Stark, I can explain really-” Peter began but Tony shook his head, shutting him up.
“No. What did I tell you?” he asked bitterly, taking off his glasses, cursing. “Shit. You’re not supposed to be doing these things, kid. And with my daughter? Are you serious? You have a job, people to protect, yourself to worry about. You can’t be involving other people who could potentially get hurt, just so you can boogie for a night in your high school’s gymnasium.”
“I know, I know. But it’s so much more than that,” Peter sighed, apologetic. “And I swear, I wasn’t the one who approached her Mr. Stark, I would never try to mess with your daughter. I know you told me already and everything, but I swear, she approached me. And I didn’t want anything to happen but she just, she’s really a great girl, Mr. Stark. She’s so smart and funny, and she kept asking me to hang out, and we kept talking and I- I couldn’t help but catch feelings. And there was this dance coming up and my aunt, you know my aunt, she kept bugging me to ask someone, and the only person I could think of to bring was-”
“Her. Okay, I get it, kid,” Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “But I don’t think you understand. She likes you. A lot. She’s really fallen hard. You’re all she ever talks about. And I’m just afraid if this keeps happening, whatever this is between you two, something bad could happen. You having these powers, being, you know, Spider-Man… It’s a full time gig. There’s no option for girlfriends, Peter. If something ever ends up happening to her, that’s not only going to be on me anymore. That’ll also be on you. And you’re just a kid, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. I don’t think anyone ever is.”
“I promise I’ll be careful, Mr. Stark. I’d never let anything happen to her, I care about her a lot. I really do,” Peter swore.
“It’s not a matter of how much you care, Romeo. You can’t control things like this,” Tony argued. “Think of what would happen if anything happened to her. If anything happened to you! She’d be devastated. She wouldn’t be able to take it. And if you two stay together, she can’t know. She can’t know about any of this, about your powers or your suit, or the fact that we already know each other. It would be based upon a lie. And she doesn’t deserve that.”
“So what? I’m just not allowed to have a girlfriend?” Peter began to get annoyed. “I can’t be a normal high schooler sometimes? I’m not allowed to bring the girl I like to one school dance?”
“Look kid, none of this is normal. Not a single bit of it. And I know that’s not fair to you, but that doesn’t mean it has to be unfair to anyone else either, okay? Being a superhero, that whole gig, being Spider-Man, that comes before anyone else. Especially girls, no matter who that girl is,” Tony explained. “I’m sorry, but no means no. You just can’t have both.”
“And apparently I can’t choose either?” Peter stared at him, desperate, but Tony insisted.
“Being a hero means doing the right thing,” he said firmly, finalizing his statement. Stark looked at the boy, noticing the sadness in his eyes, and shook his head. It was for the best. “Now go. Have a good night. Give her something to remember. Take care of her.” There was a pause and he sighed. “You can plan on telling her tomorrow.”
Peter blinked at Tony, trying not to either punch him in the face or start crying, watching as your father walked away, unsure of what to think or do. He wanted to swing away, to the highest rooftop, and scream at the sky. But he couldn’t. He had a dance to go to and a girl to take care of. A girl he couldn’t even keep if he wanted to. Walking silently to the limousine, he opened up the door, and you greeted him cheerily, but he remained quiet, making you concerned, furrowing your brow. “What’d he talk to you about? You were in there for a while, I thought you’d never come out,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but he still looked different. Almost sad. “You okay, Peter?”
“It’s fine,” he shook his head. “He just uh, he told me to have a good time.” He gave a fake smile and you stared at him, concerned, wondering what the fuck your dad just did to make him look so goddamn depressed.
“A-are you sure that was it?” you wondered, and you could pick up the same type of tension on Happy. It was like everyone knew something you didn’t.
“Yeah, just forget about it,” Peter insisted. “It’s fine.”
When you arrived to the dance though, he seemed distracted and distanced, making you worry even more. Ned and MJ greeted you both with their dates, and you all poured glasses of fruit punch and took silly photos at the booth. When it came time to dance, you begged Peter to join you, and you swayed your hips to the music and twirled around in circles, trying to get him to loosen up, but he still seemed off. “What’s up with Peter?” MJ finally cracked as soon as you had stepped away from the boys and you shrugged.
“He’s been like that ever since he picked me up from my house,” you frowned. “I feel like something’s wrong.”
“Did you ask him about it?” MJ wondered and you sighed.
“Several times, but he won’t tell me what’s up,” you replied. “I’m almost scared it might be something I did. We were fine until he came over. Maybe the tower and my dad and everything scared him off.”
“I don’t think so, Peter doesn’t seem the type to ignore you,” MJ insisted. “Just let me know if I can help. I hope you figure it all out soon.”
“Thanks,” you gave a sympathetic smile. “Me too.”
“Best of luck, buddy,” she winked, going off to grab some snacks.
You shook your head, hoping everything would work out. Maybe the dance was just making him nervous. You made your way through the sea of people crowding the gymnasium, trying to find a familiar face. A slow song began to play, one of your favorites, and you instantly rushed towards Peter, holding out your hands. “Come on,” you begged. “Slow dance with me? Please?”
“S-sure, of course,” he smiled, getting up from his chair, making his way to the middle of the dance floor with you. He set his hands on your hips and you rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling as you looked into those hazel eyes you grew so fond of, thinking about just how much he meant to you. Sure, it started off as a silly little crush, having your eyes out for the smart nerdy boy in your chemistry class, but now? You felt like Peter was your best friend, and you wanted him to be something more. He was easy to talk to, to relate to, to be around. When you were with him, it was like the entire rest of the world disappeared.
“Can I tell you something?” you wondered and Peter looked at you, caught off guard.
“Uh yeah, yeah, sure,” he agreed. “But um, I have something to tell you too.”
“You do?” you raised an eyebrow, interested. You secretly hoped it was the same thing. “Maybe you should go first.”
“Are you sure?” he looked quizzical, almost unsure of himself.
“Mhmm,” you smiled, still swaying your hips, looking into his eyes, hopeful. What if he was going to tell you how much he liked you too? Or what if he asked you to be his girlfriend? What if he told you he loved you? No! No way. That would be way too soon. Wouldn’t it? Your heart raced as you watched him struggle to find the words to say, excited as ever, but as soon as they left his mouth you wished he had never said them at all.
“I don’t really think this is working out,” he whispered and you stared at him, beginning to feel your heart shatter into a thousand pieces.
“W-what?” you stammered, freezing in your place, confused.
“Us,” Peter clarified, looking down at the floor, embarrassed. “I think I made a mistake. Asking you to the dance. And I’m sorry.”
“Wait, what?” you almost laughed, trying to convince yourself this was all some crazy prank or something, but you looked up and saw the pain and sadness in Peter’s eyes and you suddenly knew something wasn’t right. Maybe that’s why he had been acting so weird. Did he regret asking you to the dance? He seemed so excited when he had asked you. And he had told you all week how much he was looking forward to it. Was it all just some big lie? You shook your head, still in denial. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m sorry, y/n,” Peter mumbled, breaking away from you, walking off the dance floor. But you didn’t know what to do, instead just standing there, tears of your own forming in your eyes.
Were you fooling yourself? Were all of these feelings just one sided? Were you too stupid to see what was happening all along? You hated yourself for thinking someone like Peter could ever like you. You were just friends, and that was it. God, Ned and MJ probably thought you looked stupid too. Tears welled up in your eyes as you exited the gymnasium, pulling out your phone, sitting on the curb in your dress, hating yourself for messing everything up. Your phone rang several times before you sniffled, clearing your throat.
“Uh, hey dad?” you whimpered.
“Y/n?” Tony asked, concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Can you pick me up from the dance? I want to go home,” you told him, voice shaky, wiping tears from your cheeks.
“Sure thing, kiddo,” he reassured. “I’ll be there in ten. Hang tight.”
Warning: age gap, mamma mia themed birthday party? picture in moldboard does not depict the reader, plus size reader isn’t actually mentioned ‘tis just for me
Summary: your boyfriend has a bad habit of spoiling you despite your objection and you were a fool to think your birthday would be any different
Warning: age gap, think that’s all but let me know if I missed something
Summary: it’s your first time sleeping at the avengers’ tower since you and tony made your relationship public and you’re a little anxious with all of those superheroes around you
Tony’s voice is reduced to a whisper as he enters the bedroom and gently closes the door behind him.
“By analyzing her breath and heart rate I can deduce that she’s in a light sleep phase, sir.”
I must have been woken up by some noise from the outside and can’t remember anything about the dream I was having. Slightly moving my legs under the fresh sheets my mind is still clouded, floating in a bubble hovering between sleep and wakefulness while my heart gets lighter knowing Tony’s finally here.
I can ear his footsteps, the noise of his bare feet on the floor approaching and then the weight of his body leaning on the mattress behind me, as discreetly and quietly as possible to not risk waking me up completely.
When he gently puts an arm around me zeroing every distance between us, the warmth of his body against my back makes me spontaneously smile and softly sigh, in a state of bliss and peace.
“Hey, honey…you awake?”
I barely nod and smile while he moves a lock of hair behind my ear, smiling in turn before slightly kissing my cheek.
“Sorry, I lost track of time down there.”
“Like every time.” I say in a sleepy voice.
“…like every time.” he repeats, sighing.
I lay my hand on his, intertwining our fingers and holding it on my chest. I love his hands. So precise and fast to assemble mechanical parts, tinkering for hours and hours in his lab. Big and strong to fight, to train, not afraid of hard work. Delicate and gentle, soft like silk on my skin. Tony with his hands can do real magic.
I turn my head, slightly opening my eyes and finally glimpsing the features of his face in the twilight of this dark room. Our lips bend in a slight smile and then meet in a kiss, so soft and tender that almost makes me melt under his touch. His hand caresses my cheek, his lips on mine are soft as velvet and I feel like I’m still dreaming here in his arms. Without saying anything I turn my body to his, putting my arms around him and leaning my head on his chest. I sigh peacefully.
The dim blue light of his reactor shines from under the fabric of the black tank top, just a few inches from my face. If I listen carefully, holding my breath, I can hear its very light hum.
“Baby, maybe you should-”
“It doesn’t bother me. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
When I see the faint light that comes from his heart something in me warms up. Sometimes I open my eyes in the middle of the night, awakened from a bad dream with my heart beating fast, and seeing that blue light in the pitch dark beside me istantly calms down my soul. I know that Tony is next to me and nothing can hurt me.
There’s no place in the world I’d rather be right now than here, in our bed, lulled by the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne still on his skin, at the base of the neck. My breath synchronises with his. Slow, steady.
“Goodnight…”
My voice is reduced to a whisper as I say it, gently rubbing the tip of my nose against the beard on his chin. Tony doesn’t answer me, already asleep while I caressed his back with the tip of my fingers. I smile.
Here, in his arms, is the place I want to be forever.
I am so sorry I couldn’t be active lately. I seriously don’t know what’s wrong me. I have about 15 unfinished stories in my drafts but I have no idea how to continue them. Lately I don’t feel like doing anything. I cancel my plans, dates, and sit at home. I can’t even watch a movie or read a book without getting overwhelmed/bored.
I am truly sorry, I am seriously trying to write to not keep you guys waiting but I just can’t.
I hope to be back soon, I am trying to pull myself together.
I love you all, thank you for still following me! xo
summary: you keep dodging their calls and all they can leave is messages in hopes you’ll call back.
wordcount: 14.1k
pairings: bucky x black!reader x steve x wanda ; black!reader x natasha ; black!reader x tony
warnings: this is dialogue heavy, therapy appointments, mentions and descriptions of nightmares, drunk sex, angst, pregnancy scare, mentions of abuse, ANGST
a/n: please do not repost my work, translate it or take credit for it. thank you.
a/n: A LOT of you asked to be tagged in this so PLEASE show support! thank you!! <3
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And at certain point breathing got harder and nothing made sense.
