I’m Still Your Sunshine (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader)
Description: A continuation of the songfic “Sunshine” which follows the events of endgame.
Author’s note: hi guys. So I worked really, really hard on this piece, and honestly, I think it turned out really nice. This is the second verse of “You are my Sunshine,” which is kind of a response to the first verse, so that’s how I treated it, with the entire thing in your POV. I really hope you all like it!
I’m still your sunshine
It came back slow, the feeling of being alive – almost like waking up from a deep sleep just as the sun began to rise, shining through the window of your bedroom. It’s the kind of sleep that leaves you feeling simply refreshed in the morning and ready to take on the day.
Unfortunately, that peace was rather short-lived; it left the moment I remembered what had happened – the moment I remembered leaving my dad.
Quickly, I shot upright, panic coursing through my veins as I whipped back and forth, searching for my father. Quick, shallow breaths got shorter and shorter by the second, my vision getting more and more blurry when I couldn’t find him right away.
He couldn’t have died, not him. He was way too stubborn to not figure out a way to survive. Right? Right?!
A hand rested on my shoulder, and immediately I jumped around, arms flailing to try and land a hit on the intruder.
“(Y/N), it’s just me!” the voice sounded like it was coming from far away, on the shore of the ocean where I was drowning. There was no air, no light. I couldn’t find my way out. I was scared. I just wanted to see my dad.
I had to find him. He’ll definitely save me, just like he always has – just like he promised he always would.
“(Y/N), it’s me, it’s Peter! Just calm down, ok?!”
Peter.
I knew Peter. He was the one that dad recruited. I hated him at first, when he’d stolen my spot in the Civil War, but it didn’t take long for him to weasel his way into becoming one of my best friends.
Little by little, my breathing started to slow down. Suddenly, I could feel Peter’s arms around me, keeping me as close as possible until I calmed down. And… my cheeks felt wet, too. I must’ve been crying.
“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Peter murmured, refusing to loosen his grip on me for a second. I could only nod into his shoulder as I tried to focus simply on calming down.
Your only sunshine
I glanced over at everyone else, each of them alive and standing just like I was. But… how? And more importantly, how long were we all away?
“Five years.” He seemed to read my mind. Was that one of Dr. Strange’s powers? I didn’t think so, but then again, he wasn’t exactly forthcoming with a lot of information.
“My dad?” My voice was hoarse and sounded foreign as I asked about the only thing I really cared about.
“He needs our help,” he stated simply. Ugh, that was just like him, wasn’t it?
“Whatever he needs,” I answered confidently, straightening up and lifting my chin to stare at the man before me. I could see Peter nod out of the corner of my eye as well as all of the – what did they call themselves? The Guardians of the Galaxy? Oh well, it didn’t matter as long as they were willing to help my dad.
Dr. Strange opened one of those weird yellow circles that he loved so much, and before long, we were jumping through it and onto what looked like a massive battlefield, surrounded by every ally I could have ever imagined.
Still, I was focused on one thing and one thing only: Steve Rogers, the man who used to think of as an uncle until he decided to betray my father. The man who was standing alone.
I managed to catch his eye for a second, but before I could even say anything, he had turned away. It looked like I would have to find my dad on my own.
“AVENGERS!” Steve summoned Mjolnir… wait, WHAT? “…assemble.” Ok, I’ll figure it out later. Time to fight.
I’ll always love you
The fight was unbelievable. I almost couldn’t tell where one side began and the other side ended. Really, I was just focused on hitting anything that looked gross, which was actually working pretty well.
Suddenly, everything stopped.
It.. it was him. He was right there, hugging Peter, and he was ok!
“Dad!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, fresh tears stinging my eyes. Immediately, he looked up and our eyes met.
I started running so hard that I almost fell a few times as my feet struggled to keep up. My chest was tight, each breath fighting to get through the sobs trapped in my throat. But I didn’t care about all of that. All I cared about was seeing him again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was crashing into his arms. Together, the two of us sank to the ground. I could feel him sobbing just as hard as I was as he held me as tight as he could, almost as if he was afraid to let me go again. I wouldn’t even dream of complaining, though. I felt the exact same way.
“I-I thought you were gone,” I gasped shakily, my hands clutching onto anything they could hold to remind myself that he was still there, still with me.
“I would never leave you, sunshine. I’m right here, I promise,” he muttered, pressing a long kiss to the top of my head. “It’s ok. We’re ok.”
Though I’m away
I wanted to stay like that forever, but we both knew it couldn’t happen. Eventually we would have to keep fighting. No matter what, we had to win.
“Scott, how long you need to get that thing working?” My dad was the one who broke the fantasy. Quickly, I wiped my eyes, and together, we stood back up just in time to see a passing Dr. Strange.
“Hey!” I snapped, stopping the wizard in his tracks. “You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it!”
He frowned and glanced at my dad before turning back to me. “If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen.” I searched deeper into his eyes, looking for the cryptic meaning behind his words. There was something there that I couldn’t figure out, but whatever it was, it made me sick to my stomach.
“You better be right,” my dad nodded, laying a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at him, worried.
Something didn’t feel right.
I’m still your sunshine
It was a mad dash for the gauntlet. The flying woman had it for a while, but she lost it when a rusty old van exploded, and now, it was lying on the ground.
Run. I had to run. I couldn’t let Thanos get there first.
My dad covered me and tackled the massive, wrinkly grape, but I wasn’t really paying attention. All I was focused on was the piece of metal lying just a few feet away. I finally reached it, but just before I could grab it, I was sent flying by a large purple hand.
I gritted my teeth together and forced myself back to my feet just in time to see Strange holding up one finger – a warning but also a reassurance. We could still win.
I screamed and raced forward, tackling Thanos while dad yanked on the gauntlet, but before I could even hope to rip it off his hand, he punched us both away.
I couldn’t believe it. We… we lost. “I am… inevitable.” I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for it to happen all over again. Waiting for that terrible cold feeling to come back.
“And I… am… Iron Man.” My eyes snapped back open to see my dad with a gauntlet of his own.
And he snapped.
And it was all over.
Just only yours dear
After a while of staring in wonder as Thanos’s entire army turned to dust around us, we all came to the same incredible realization.
We really did it.
We actually won.
I turned to my dad, a wide smile on my face, ready to hug him, congratulate him on winning the war for us and probably throw in a few jabs about how he always has to be the biggest hero. Then I saw him. And suddenly, my smile disappeared.
I dragged myself numbly back to my feet, staring at my father where he sat, burns covering the entire right half of his body. If felt like there was a bubble in my chest, pushing against my heart and lungs and stomach. I kept waiting it to fill with terror or anger or grief or something, but it merely sat there. Like it was just waiting to be popped.
Peter ran past me on my right, and I stumbled a bit. I think it was Bucky, or maybe it was Sam, who helped me back to my feet. I didn’t really care who it was. I just kept walking.
I heard FRIDAY say something along the lines of, “Life functions critical,” but it didn’t really register above the ringing sound that was banging against the inside of my skull.
I fell to my knees next to Pepper in front of him, my entire body shaking as I took in just how bad it really was – as I realized that my dad, my hero and my constant savior, wasn’t going to make it.
“Hey, sunshine,” he whispered.
I took a deep, shaky breath in, forcing back tears. I didn’t want his last moments to be spent seeing me cry. He hated it when I cried. Somehow, he always thought it was his fault when it never really was. “Hey, dad,” I smiled a bit, though we both knew it was fake. “Everyone’s fine now. We’re ok, thanks to you.” My voice broke as the lump in my throat grew overwhelming, keeping me from saying anything more.
Pepper nodded, her hand laid gently on top of my own. “We’re gonna be ok. You can rest now.”
There we sat, watching as the arc reactor in his chest flickered off. Watching as the life left my dad’s eyes. Pepper started crying on his shoulder, but I could only sit back and stare at the man who’d raised me, who had given everything to me, suddenly gone.
And I was alone.
And I’m coming home someday
It was a nice funeral — classy, of course, considering Pepper was the one who put it together. But it still didn’t change the fact that the greatest man I’d ever known — the greatest man this world had ever seen — was gone.
I felt a slight tug on my hand, and I glanced down to see my younger sister – part of me still couldn’t believe I actually had a little sister. She was staring up at me with wide eyes, curious eyes that looked frighteningly similar to dad’s. She probably didn’t even understand what was going on. Then again, she was her father’s daughter, so she’s probably a genius.
“What’s up, Morgan?” I struggled to smile at least a little bit, crouching down so I could be at her level.
“I’m hungry,” she said simply.
I chuckled a bit. “How ‘bout you and I go get some cheeseburgers?” She nodded back. “Dad always did love those things, huh?” I asked absentmindedly as I led her past the crowd, ducking to avoid the endless stares of pity that followed us, and back inside the little cabin. It was just like the one he used to always dream about taking me to when everything was over — when we wouldn’t have to be heroes anymore.
“We can get as many cheeseburgers as you want, okay?”
“Okay.”
We ate lunch together. She was a good kid. I could tell. And from the moment I first saw her, I made a promise to myself and to my dad that I would protect her since he couldn’t any more, and it seemed like she understood. In no time at all, we had become inseparable.
After lunch, she started yawning, so I took her to her room for a nap. I hesitated a moment after I had tucked her in. I didn’t want to leave just yet. “Hey, how about a lullaby?”
Morgan nodded, and I smiled, settling in next to her so she could lay her head on my lap.
The familiar lullaby left my lips like it was nothing. I was singing my dad’s part – the part that had gotten me through some of the worst times in my life. It had ended far too quickly. I wanted to stay longer, to be with her. But before I could even think of getting out of the bed, I heard it.
Morgan’s little voice drifting through the bedroom with the same response to the song my dad had taught me so long ago, stopping me in my tracks.
I felt something wet rolling down my cheeks.
I… I was crying.
For the first time since the day of the battle, I was crying. But somehow, I wasn’t too sad. No, it felt more like a reassurance — like suddenly I knew that everything was going to be ok.
I snapped out of my trance long after the song had finished and glanced fondly down at my little sister, who was already half asleep by then.
“I love you,” she mumbled tiredly.
I smiled and laid a gentle hand on her head, smoothing her hair away from her face.
Request: “Can you do a fic based off the song ‘You’re in Love’ by Taylor Swift for Tony x the reader. It can be more of Tony’s POV if you’d like. It’s Tony realized that he’s in love with a much younger reader but it’s okay because he deserves ALL THE FLUFF”
Author’s Note: Hey I’m so sorry this took absolutely forever. I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty difficult for me to get started on this one for the simple reason that I don’t listen to Taylor Swift all too much. Plus, things are super hectic in my life right now. Still, once I got going, it started to come together pretty quickly. So anyways, I really hope you like it – I actually ended up really having a good time with it in the end.
Important Note: (F/D) = Favorite Drink; (I/S) = Important Symbol to you (For instance, something that reminds you of your family)
One look, dark room
Women just for you
Time moved too fast
You played it back
Tony walked into the gala with an unimpressed look on his face. It was his fifth gala this month, and to be quite honest, it was getting old.
Every woman in the room turned their heads as he entered, and he had to choke back a sigh. He was just… so tired of this… this routine of woman after woman throwing themselves at him. Make no mistake, he loved his life, and he loved the good work that he knew he was doing, but to have people only see him as this undefinable object that they want nothing more than to possess? To only be wanted for his money, his fame? It can get pretty disheartening.
Tony made his way through the crowd slowly, doing his best to ignore the feeling of eyes burning into his back. All he had to do was make a quick donation and get out before anyone could ask him for a dance. He loathed the endless dancing that came with these kinds of events and the endless dance partners that were simply looking for a way to get close to him and his money.
Wait.
No, something was different here. Somewhere in this sea of vultures wrapped overly tightly in designer clothing was something better – something good.
Quickly, he did his best to retrace his steps in his mind, but everything had become such a blur of faces that he almost couldn’t remember seeing the one he was hoping for.
Buttons on a coat
Light hearted joke
No proof, one touch
But you saw enough
He’d seen her before, just a few times, but every single time, he could feel his entire chest restrict. This time was no exception, of course, and when he saw her all alone, holding her arms close to her chest, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what that tight feeling in his chest was, but he knew he had to talk to her.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Stupid. That was way too cliché, he should’ve come up with something better. The angry thoughts started racing through his mind at 100 miles per hour before they were stopped by one of the single most beautiful sounds he had ever had the privilege to hear.
Her giggle, like bells chiming on a cold Sunday morning, filled the air between them. “I thought you knew this was one of my favorite charities,” she questioned, turning that amazingly contagious smile his way.
Tony quickly made a mental note of her words. He’d had no idea of her favorite charity, but he certainly wouldn’t be forgetting it any time soon. She shivered, and before he even knew what was happening, he had slipped off his jacket.
“No, you don’t have to-”
“I want to,” Tony interrupted, gently laying the fabric over her shoulders. “Besides, it’s not even that cold in here. I have no idea how you’re shivering.”
The woman scoffed, playing with the golden buttons stitched into the black suit jacket. “Oh, please, you just don’t realize how cold it is ‘cause your heart is frozen solid.” And just like that, they had fallen back into that familiar routine of sarcastic comments and witty retorts. And yet, for some reason, Tony’s heart wasn’t really in the conversation, though he couldn’t figure out why.
No, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he couldn’t focus. His fingers had brushed her shoulders when he’d put his coat on her, and it was enough to send sparks flying up and down his arms. He simply couldn’t shake off that incredible feeling.
Small talk, he drives
Coffee at midnight,
The light reflects
The chain on your neck
“I think this party might be dying. You wanna get out of here?” Why did he say that? He knew how young she was; he knew he could never have her. So why in the world would he ever say that?
“Sure!” Thank God.
Tony led her to his car out back – sleek and black, perfectly matching his suit. He didn’t bother telling Happy. He would figure things out, he always did. Instead, he just got in and drove.
That’s how they found themselves alone in a quite little coffee shop in the middle of the night. He ordered a black coffee. It tasted different without his usual addition of scotch, but he made a promise to himself not to do that in front of her. She, of course, was happy with a cup of (F/D).
It took a while for him to notice, but eventually his gaze was drawn from that perfect face to the glint coming off from around her neck.
“You’re wearing it,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off of it for a second, half afraid and half hoping that the necklace she was wearing – the necklace that he gave to her – was a trick of the light.
She smiled, her hands unconsciously reaching up to hold the small pendant attached to the delicate piece of metal. “It’s my favorite.”
That drew his attention back up, confusion written in the furrow of his brows. “How? I know for a fact that you have far more expensive than that.” After all, the woman was incredibly successful, and he had seen her with more than one piece of jewelry worth thousands. Of course, she usually wore them as a sponsorship for the makers. Her main goal was always to donate as much as she could to charity – just another piece of what made her so incredible.
She sent him a soft smile, enough to reassure him with just a single look. “It’s my favorite because it was given to me by a friend who truly knows me. A friend who knows I’d much rather have a piece of jewelry that means something than a rock to hang on my neck.” She glanced down at the (I/S) resting ever so gracefully in her perfect hands. “It’s the best gift I could have ever asked for, and I never take it off.”
She says look up
And your shoulders brush
No proof, one touch
You felt enough
They soon had to leave the coffee shop, afraid that the owners would kick them out sooner or later, and started walking down the sidewalk back to his car. Tony stared at his feet, his stomach churning at the thought of the night being almost over, knowing he would soon have to leave her.
He couldn’t keep doing this. He couldn’t keep pining after a woman so much who was practically half his age. The amount of ridicule that she would face simply for being with him would be endless, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that to her, no matter how much it hurt him.
“Tony, look up!” She screamed. A hand wrapped around his arm, yanking him away from the street and the speeding car that would have run him down if not for her.
They stared at one another, panting, Tony barely registering the fact that they were shoulder-to-shoulder, and suddenly, it dawned on both of them: they felt the same way.
That’s when she closed the distance between them.
You can hear it in the silence, silence, you
You can feel it on the way home, way home, you
You can see it with the lights out, lights out
You are in love, true love
The memories were playing back in his mind over and over. He even turned the radio off just so that he could swim through the pleasant memories instead.
The kiss – she was the one who lead it, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
The confession – how she told him that she had liked him since the first time they met, and how it had only grown each time they talked, each of these words filling him with overwhelming happiness as he heard his own feelings being described back to him.
The way back to her apartment – it was the first time in a very long time that he was taking it slow, but it felt right, especially when she glanced over at him with a wide smile and rosy cheeks as they held hands over the center console.
Before he could blink, he was already in his driveway. Tony chuckled to himself at his mindlessness and quickly made his way to his room, still replaying the events over in his mind. He simply couldn’t help himself; it all seemed too wonderful to be true.
And so there he lay in his bed, smiling like an idiot as he stared at his phone.
One new contact: (Y/N) (L/N).
She was too young for him; he knew that, and he knew that a relationship would be unbelievably hard. Still, he couldn’t help feeling like it was all going to work out and that, as long as she was by his side, he could get through anything.
Tony set his phone down on the nightstand and looked up at the ceiling in the dark, focusing simply on that same tightened feeling in his chest.
He’d known.
From the very beginning, he’d known exactly what this feeling was, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself.
Now, though, he could hold his head high and accept it with pride and joy.
Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
Imagine Peter Parker being excited to see you when he gets home from Titan, after surviving the snap.
requested by: anon a/n: this takes place in a wonderful universe at the beginning of endgame where peter never gets snapped!!
He just couldn’t wait to see you. Stuck together on Titan, Tony had told him more than once to shut up and, though Nebula had said very little, somehow he knew she wanted to end him. But eventually, as the food, water and oxygen began to wear thin, Tony stopped resisting the boy’s rambles.
He knew talking about you was really the only thing keeping him hopeful that he’d see Earth again, kept him from mourning those he saw disappear into dust. They’d sit together in the cockpit, drifting in unknown darkness, and Peter would just think out loud, his weak, gasping voice carrying the only warmth in the void of space. His smile would grow at the thought of how you instinctively tucked your hair behind your ear when you focused on your schoolwork, how you covered your mouth when you laughed. Oh, your laugh. That kept him alive.
Soon it came to it that Tony decided he wanted to meet you. You’d become such an image of survival to him, even if he didn’t know what you looked like. He promised himself he’d make sure Peter would see you, so when the food got scarce, he gave Peter his rations, just in case he could make it home.
And he did.
Thanks to a starwoman, the ship was taken home to Earth, and Peter, though physically incapable, was itching to see you. He’d ask about you while he was being tended to in the hospital, and blow up your phone.
He guessed that you must have been busy when you didn’t answer him right away - he knew you must have been worried. Why else wouldn’t you answer?
It wasn’t until they brought him the news of Aunt May that it ever occurred to him that Thanos’ powers worked on Earth too. Of course, it seemed obvious now that he knew, but his mind was too occupied with thoughts of you to even consider that you hadn’t made it.
But you hadn’t.
Tony would hear his raw, heaving cries from his hospital room. Bedridden, with nurses urging him to stay where he lay, he couldn’t go to the devastated boy - but the way it wrenched his heart told him everything he needed to know. He knew what’d happened.
And right then, with Peter’s cries fuelling the tear that slipped down his own cheek, he made a promise to himself. He’d bring you back. Whatever it took.
Imagine disappearing before Tony, your father, and your boyfriend Peter during the snap.
requested by: anon warnings: angst !!
Only a few minutes had passed before you heard Mantis gasp and you watched her disintegrate in front of you. You felt your stomach drop in realization as Thanos had got what he wanted. Your eyes fell on Drax, then Quill, and to Doctor Strange all turn to dust and something surged inside you.
Your whole body started to tingle and you looked down and tears welled in your eyes as you saw yourself succumbing to the same fate as the others. You turned to your father and boyfriend as they both looked on with fear.
Peter wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck and you felt his hot tears trickle onto your skin. You embraced him tightly and you shook your head as the rest of you started to fade away.
“I’m scared, Peter,” you whimpered. His face, fear-stricken, only darkened. He was too.
You looked over at your dad and he was shaking his head vigorously and he reached out to you. “I love you,” were the last words you could manage before you crumbled, dust scattered to the wind.
Peter stood there and stared down at his hands, shaking as the dust of your remains slipped from his fingers. He clenched his fists, trying to keep you, desperate to hold you for just a little longer. He choked out a sob and fell to his knees, a mangled cry vibrating at the back of his throat.
Tony, face set with devastation, approached the boy who’d meant so much to you and put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at him, eyes red with tears. The older man had to keep himself together despite feeling his throat tighten, and he knelt to Peter, and the boy immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders, clamping him tight.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter cried, hands still balled into fists. “I-I couldn’t stop it.”
Tony let out a shaky breath and patted his back, trying to comfort him. “I know, kid. I know. None of us could’ve stopped it.”
WARNINGS:signs of depression, severe anxiety disorder, SUICIDE
A/N: Please contact me if you have any kind of problems or need help.
She tried to take deep breaths, holding onto the wall, trying to stop her hands from shaking. It was one of those moments where she stopped pretending, she wasn’t who she was portraying; a hero; a powerful member of the Avengers who always stood strong.
She was used to bad days. She knew loss, grief, dark days; she used to think she could overcome it all, it would all be okay with time. Time had been the cure for every single disappointment, or a sadness she had in her life. She had learned to heal, and to be strong with time. But she also learned that some days could be unbearable by the hard way.
Those days, were now more than just ‘bad days’. They had became her weeks, months…now her whole life.
Pain changed people and now, she was not who she used to be. She had started to realize that she couldn’t take what it takes to be a hero. All her friends, her family were heroes. They were strong. They knew how to live with pain, regret, sarrow, grief, loss…She felt like the weakest one in the team, she knew would make mistakes others had to pick up after her. She thought that she was a burden, everyone’s lives would be better off without her. And living with that thought, made her life unbearable. She had started to wake up every morning trying so hard to make it out of bed, and sometimes she didn’t.
She didn’t want anyone to know how she felt, because she was ashamed. So she always put on a mask, did her best to look as happy as she never could be.
When she felt like she couldn’t breathe, she stumbled into the terrace. She could feel her knees shaking, she just sat down on the floor, trying to stop her whole body from shaking.
What is wrong with me?
At first,it got harder to breath but she tried to stay calm, then she felt the air in her lungs, relaxing her in each breath.
Okay, there you go, you’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine….
It was not her first time experiencing a severe anxiety attack. She got up slowly, walking around the terrace, trying to make herself forget about the pain by watching the beautiful view of the city from the tower. She unconsciously walked over to the edge, just to look down. It was too high, she had trouble seeing the street. She thought that it would be impossible to survive if she fell. She had thought about death before, but not like this. She had gotten to the point where she started considering it. She stepped up on the edge, feeling the wind, looking down; trying to see the ground clearly.
It would make things easier, for everybody. She thought.
“Sir, I think you would want to see this.” FRIDAY spoke to Tony as he was down his lab, buried deep in work.
“No just-“ When Tony looked up on the screen, he was shocked; paralyzed. It was (Y/N), standing by the edge, looking down on the ground. His brain froze for a moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Was she…considering to take her life?
He immediately ran out of his lab, straight up to the terrace. When the others saw him rushing outside, they ran after him, figuring out that something was wrong.
“Oh my god.” Natasha breathed out in shock when she saw her.
“(Y/N)!” Steve called out for her, they walked towards her until she turned to face them.
“DON’T!” She shouted, and they all froze in their places in panic.
“(Y/N)-“ Tony tried to speak, taking a step closer but she wouldn’t allow him.
“D-don’t move!”
“Okay- hey, let’s just calm down for a moment, okay?” Natasha said with a low, calm voice.
(Y/N) was now in tears, she didn’t even know when she did start crying.
Steve got so scared he didn’t know what to say, he tried pulling himself together, “J-just hear us out, okay?”
“Whatever is it that you’re going through, we can do it together…” Tony said, speaking too fast because (Y/N) was still looking down on the ground, scaring the hell out of him.
“Sweetheart,” Clint called out to her, adding; “This is not, this can not be the option.”
“You can’t leave us like this.” Wanda said, followed by Natasha: “You wouldn’t be the only one taking the hit, you know?”
“And you don’t have fight whatever it is, alone. We’re here-“
“You-you can’t fix this! Okay? There is n-nothing to stop it, I-I can’t keep waking every morning, feeling like a burden to all of you!”
“W-what? A burden? Do you have any idea, how fucking lost we would be without you?” Tony asked, raising his voice.
(Y/N) was like the glue holding the group together. She saw the good in everyone and brought out the best of them. She taught them how to be friends, family. She used to be a cheerful, hopeful girl filled with laughter, joy.
But it wasn’t the same anymore.
“Tony-“
“If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be living together at all.” Steve said.
“You are the reason we stand together, more than a team.” Wanda added, taking a step closer.
“A family.” Thor said, he had realized how important each member of the team got for him lately, they had became something else.
“And you need a reason to live? It’s family.” Tony said, even stepping closer.
She took a step closer to them to, even though she still was crying, and shaking in panic. Steve noticed her getting farther off the edge, so he took it as an advantage, and moved fast to grab her by the arm. Steve’s sudden move made her stumble backwards in fear, when she almost lost her balance, she tried to stand still by opening her arms; but it was too late. Her heel slipped, it all happend so fast she couldn’t function it. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell backwards into the darkness; Steve tried so hard to hold her hand, but only their fingertips met lightly.
Without any hesitation, Tony ran to the edge and jumped after her, everyone was so scared they ran up to the edge to see them.
Tony didn’t have his suit when he jumped, but he had to risk his suit not being fast enough. It was (Y/N). She was worth all the risks, he didn’t want to think how his life would be without her.
Tony’s suit met his body part by part in the air, when he was suited up fully, he flew faster to grab (Y/N). When they almost hit the ground, Tony held her in his arms in the last second before rising up high in the sky, landing back on the rooftop.
He kneeled down on the ground as he layed her down, checking for injuries. Everyone gathered around them, sitting down in a circle. (Y/N) was terrified; shaking so bad and hardly breathing.
“Hey, hey it’s alright. You’re safe.”
“Just breathe, (Y/N)- breathe…” They calmed her down slowly, than took her inside to get her a blanket and warm her up.
They sat by her, trying to talk to her, holding her until she stopped shaking. After a while her body shut down from that much stress and pain, she fell asleep on the couch and Steve carried her up to her room. They decided that they weren’t going to leave her alone, so they took turns. In the first night, Steve slept on her floor. The next night, it was Natasha who fell asleep right next to her. It went on and on no matter how bad she protested they didn’t have to. They talked to her, helped her, make her feel loved, safe.
It was hard; beating depression, believing life was worth living again. But being with them, it got easier. She started thinking time wasn’t the solution, or the cure. It’s family, she thought.
It took weeks, maybe months but she was better each day. They started to notice that she was smiling, laughing. She had good days, even though her bad ones. Time passed, and none of them left her side until she got through it all.
One morning, when they were walking towards the kitchen to have breakfast, Natasha heard her. She was cooking again, mumbling lyrics to some old rock song.
“Sssh!”
“Ssh what?” Steve whispered.
They all stood silent to hear her.
“She is singing again.” Tony smiled.
It used to be their tradition, (Y/N) would cook pancakes on sunday mornings. She loved to sing while doing so, they all remembered it.
They gave each other looks and small smiles, she was okay. She was better, and that was all that mattered; things could go back to the way it used to be.
They walked into the kitchen.
“Smells good in here!”
“You have no idea how much I missed your pancakes!”
(Y/N) watched them messing around, laughing as they started to help her make breakfast. It was that moment she knew; I’m okay…I’m home.
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A/N: thank you for requesting! I hope you’ll like it:) this is definitely not proofread so yeah
“oh come on guys, don’t be boring” you booed at your friends, coworkers or whatever they are when they all decided to go to bed. It was just 11pm and for you…the party just started.
“you should also go to bed, we have work tomorrow” Steve crossed his arms on his chest like he always does as if he’s trying to show that he’s in charge here.
“I agree with y/n, you are boring” Tony interrupted making Steve roll his eyes at the both of you.
“look, Tony will keep you company and we should get going, goodnight” Steve turned around to walk away as you looked at Thor with puppy eyes.
“Thor?”
“I’m sorry, lady y/n but I’m really tired. Maybe next time” he gave you an apologetic smile and walked out.
Then you looked at Nat, hoping that she might stay but she just shook her head. “you should go to sleep too, party girl”
“I guess it’s just you and me Stark, bring another bottle” you told Tony but he already had a bottle in his hand, pouring whiskey in your glasses making you smirk. “good boy”
His head snapped at your direction with raised eyebrows and you just realised what have you just said, hoping that you didn’t make him uncomfortable you laughed it off to get out of the situation.
Tony sat down next to you, handing you the glass as you thanked him and turned your whole body at him. He eyed you up and down making you instantly blush.
“so…” you started.
“so..?” he raised one eyebrow at you questioning.
You tried to be as subtle as possible as you scooted over closer to him, looking straight into his eyes. “tell me a story, Stark”
He had a mischievous smile on his face as if he already knew what he’s going to tell you. He took a sip of his whiskey, eyes still on you.
“there was once a girl” he started and cleared his throat. “beautiful. No… she was gorgeous, like out of this world. She was every man’s dream. Strong, knows her worth and definitely a brat sometimes but that just makes her more interesting” he stopped for a second to take another sip, his eyes burning yours as you squirmed in your seat a little.
“there was also a guy who had an eye on her for a while but she didn’t know that or maybe pretended to not notice” he shrugged and put his glass down on the table before continuing. “and when they were finally alone…” he trailed off.
You raised your eyebrows waiting for him to continue. “what happened?” you asked, your voice low.
“they felt something between them. Like a spark which lead to kissing. It was slow and passionate at first but the more they kissed, the more aggressive it got”
You gulped and put down your glass on the table as well. “and then what?” you leaned in a little, whispering your words as if afraid to break the tension.
“she got on top of him, started grinding herself on his crotch knowing how much he likes that. But not too much. When he got tired of teasing, he ripped her panties off and inserted two fingers in her cunt” he leaned in too, your faces were just a few inches away as you could feel his hot breath against your face.
You’re not dumb and you know that the guy and the girl he’s talking about is you and him. You felt heat rising all over your body and just waited for what will happen next.
“and then he fucked her. Raw and hard. Just the way she likes, because she’s a bratty little slut who likes to be used” his voice was raspy and slow as he leaned in even more.
You rubbed your thighs together to create some kind of friction and that didn’t go unnoticed to him. He smirked and looked you in the eyes. “isn’t she?”
You couldn’t hold it anymore. Quickly nodding, you grabbed his face with your hands and attached your lips to his. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth as you lifted yourself up and straddled his thighs. He tasted like whiskey and mint.
His hands traveled down your body and stopped at your ass, giving it a hard squeeze which made you moan into his mouth. You could feel his boner right on your clothed crotch and couldn’t help but grind on it; swaying your hips back and forth, getting turned on more and more as he groaned into the kiss.
“don’t tease me” Tony grunted as you pulled away from the kiss; his eyes were dark, lusftul, lips swollen and all you wanted to do is to jump him.
You lifted yourself up a little bit, so you could take off your panties under your dress but Tony impatiently ripped them off, making you hiss in pain when the material slapped your skin.
“sorry” he quickly muttered placing his hands on you again, slowly moving your hips to move against him and pulling you into a heated kiss as you struggled with the zipper of his pants.
When you finally freed out his hard cock, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping a few times as he let out a sigh of relief.
His hand slipped under your dress, fingers sliding through your wet folds. “you’re soaking, honey”
“please” you whimpered and he chuckled before inserting one finger inside of you. “shit” you breathed out and started pumping his cock faster. “fuck Tony, we can do this another time, please I need your cock in me”
“such a needy slut” he shook his head but still obeyed your request, grabbing his cock sliding it through your folds.
“Tony” you squeaked out.
“Quiet, baby, the others will hear” he shushed you and with that he pushed into you causing you to throw your head back and let out a low groan.
“fuck, you’re so tight” he growled lifting you up a little so only the tip of his cock was inside you before pushing his hips up to fuck into you.
“fuck” you screamed a little too loud, making him immediately cover your mouth with his hand as you gripped his shoulders.
“do you want the whole compound to know what a slut you’re for me?” he asked slowly removing his hand from your face.
“no” you moaned out as quietly as possible as you moved your hips up and down on his shaft. Tony helped you, his arms flexing as he moved your whole body on him. You were biting your lip hard, trying not to moan loudly.
His cock was hitting your g spot repeatedly and you threw your head back, closing your eyes and whimpering.
“keep your eyes open, look at me, baby” he demanded, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling your head closer to his.
You lazily opened your eyes, looking at his brown ones as you felt your leg muscles ache from moving this much but tried to ignore it. You began to push your hips back down to meet his as he grunted in your ear. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you” he whispered and touched your neck with his lips, sucking on it.
“fuck, Tony” you cupped his cheeks with your hands, leaning your forehead against his. “I wanted to do this for such a long time” you breathed out.
“me too” he agreed with you and connected his lips with yours once again as you felt your stomach tightening “I’m close" you informed him and he smiled grabbing your hips more harshly and moving you as you laid your head on his shoulder biting into it so you wouldn’t moan out loud.
His eyes were dark, his hair was a mess and he was breathing heavily. Tony pulled your hair back causing you to let out a breathy moan and to look at him. “beg”
“please let me cum” you gasped out.
“nah, that’s not enough. You can do better” he shook his head, grunting when you squeezed him.
“please, Tony. I’ll be a good girl please just let me cum" you whined when you felt yourself on the edge.
He wanted to make you beg more but the way you were squeezing around Tony made him want to spill himself in you right then and there.
“tell me you’re mine”
“I’m yours Tony, I’m all fucking yours”
“go ahead baby” he smiled and you rolled your eyes back as he snapped his hips into you roughly, making you come all over his cock with a loud moan.
At this point you didn’t care if someone heard you. “I want you to cum inside me” you said, still trying to catch your breath.
“you’re such a fucking whore. Want me to mark you? To make you officially mine?” he smirked groaning as you bounced on his cock nodding.
“please” you pleaded whimpering as he kissed you roughly before he came inside you, his cum filling you up.
“fuck” he breathed out. “should have done that sooner”
You chuckled, carefully lifting yourself off him and stood up. His eyes fell to your legs, his cum was dripping down them. “beautiful” he whispered. “but I’m not done with you” Tony said before standing up, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his room.
IMAGINE: BEING TONY’S NEW ASSISTANT AND NATASHA TAKING A LIKING TO YOU.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you stammer as you accidentally run into someone, and your eyes widen with horror as you realise it’s none other than Natasha Romanoff. Being Tony’s new assistant, you’re still getting used to seeing the Avengers so often and so many other high profile figures. “Agent Romanoff, I—”
“y/n, there you are.” Tony calls out your name, walking up behind you. He smirks slightly at Natasha, before gesturing to you and remarking, “Oh, I see you’ve met your replacement.”
Natasha rolls her eyes at the comment, remembering her brief undercover job as Tony’s assistant. She turns her focus back to you, a smile tugging at her lips as she extends her hand to you. “Nice to meet you, y/n. You can just call me Natasha.”
IMAGINE: TONY FORCING YOU TO GO TO ONE OF HIS FANCY GALA PARTIES.
“Can we go please?” you whine, tugging at your formal outfit while Tony sips on his drink beside you. He scoffs at this, swirling his drink in the ice as he raises an eyebrow.
“We just got here.” Tony deadpans. “Besides, I’m the host. I can’t bail at my own party.”
“You suck.” you scowl, folding your arms across your chest. You already knew you were going to hate this, being dragged to one of Tony’s galas and him not really giving you much of a choice. You have no desire to mingle, to make small talk with all these people you don’t know. You don’t know how Tony can manage it, all the socialising, and you pout at Tony as he can’t help but chuckle at your dismal expression.
Summary:You had only known about the many stories of Greek Mythology, interest peaked from a young age. Of the Gods and Goddesses as well as the monsters and heroes. But never in your life, during one of the many tours have you joined in seeing the ruins of the temples of Greece, did you even think of seeing your image in one of the bust. Persephone was her name, the most protected daughter of Demeter, and the beloved wife of Hades.
Summary:For Hell Hath No Fury like a scorned woman, you had given everything up, your title, your position among the Gods, and the husband that can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Only in your retreat does your husband see what he was truly missing.
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Summary: For your heart does not beat only for one man, you find yourself finding yourself incased in a blazing affair with a man that you were forced to take as your husband and a man whose sole purpose was to create wars.
Summary: Tony always seems to be too busy for your Morgan, and Peter.
Warnings: nothing really except Tony being neglectful I guess?
Word count: 2015
a/n: I’ve had this request for so long, and I finally managed to write it! I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took me so freaking long to write! I had the idea for the story, but no motivation to write it :/
“Tony? Are you ready?” You walked into the lab, already expecting the answer you were going to yet. That’s to say you weren’t expecting an answer.
As expected, Tony was far too focused on tinkering with Mark 83. You walked closer, waiting for the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision. He quickly glanced at you before going back to what he was doing. Unsurprisingly, he did a double take when he realized what you were wearing. You couldn’t help but smile as his smirk grew.
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