Bucky, walking past a Barnes and Nobles: woah this place is still around? No shit
Peter: yeah there’s like a dozen of them in the city alone. They’re like, everywhere. Like there’s a monopoly.
Bucky, freezing: are you shitting me?
Peter: no…?
Bucky: Peter. The ‘Barnes’ in that name is a Barnes-Barnes. Like, my uncle.
Peter: you’re shitting me
Peter:… do your family was like-
Bucky: Peter, I had a car. In 35. In the depression.
Peter: right. Okay then. What do I do with this information?
Bucky: fuck if I know. I’m gonna make some calls and see if my stocks from 45’ are still floating around somewhere.
We never really talked about it but The Ugly Ducking that grew up to be a beautiful swan was still probably pretty fugly from a duck’s perspective
“No,” Tony shakes his head, “We’re not doing this.”
“Doing what!?” Peter demands, exasperated, “What is it that we cannot do?”
“This, us,” Tony sighs, “Kid, you have to understand. I’m not made for you. You’re meant to go out and find someone your own age, who doesn’t have drinking problems and isn’t mentally unstable. You deserve better than me, Pete.”
“I don’t want anything better, Tony,” Peter narrows his eyes, his chin jutting up, “There isn’t anyone better out there for me. I want you.”
“Kid–”
“Stop calling me that,” Peter growls, “I’m twenty-five fucking years old. I’m not that sixteen year old you met all those years ago. I’ve grown up and I know what I want. And I know what you want, too.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Peter,” Tony tells him sadly, “And you being twenty-five now doesn’t lessen our age gap.”
“Damn our age gap, then!” Peter cries. He reaches out for the older man’s hands and pulls him closer so that their faces are only inches apart. “Damn what anyone else has to say about us and damn what you think I want. Because I want you. How many times do I have to say it?”
“Until you realize what a mistake that is,” Tony whispers. He grazes his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone and down to the corner of his lip. Peter shudders and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch, “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”
“I think I do,” Peter smiles lightly, he takes a few steps closer and backs Tony into the wall. And then it all comes stumbling out, “You think I’m adorable when I’m mad. You want me but falsely believe you cannot have me. You feel overwhelmed that I exist.”
Tony blinks, his eyes searching Peter’s face, “What, are you reading my non-existent diary or something?”
Peter laughs breathily. “I know you don’t remember telling me those things. But drunk words <i>are</i> sober thoughts.”
With a deep swallow, Tony sighs, “You got me there, kid.”
“Tony, I said to stop calling me kid,” Peter practically whines.
“Force of habit,” Tony shrugs.
“Okay, then for now on you’ll be Mr. Stark again. I’ll add in a few sirs here and there, too. You know what, maybe I’ll even call you da–”
He’s cut off by an abrupt but welcome crash of the lips. Peter hums and instantly melts into it, his hands finding Tony’s defined biceps. He takes it one step further by pressing Tony closer to the wall and opening his mouth, welcoming the older man’s tongue. Tony seems hesitant at first but doesn’t take too long to start exploring Peter’s mouth as if it’s his last day on earth.
Heat races up and down Peter’s body and everything within him buzzes for more. More of Tony, more of them, together, as one. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into Tony’s, but the pleasure that follows isn’t anything he’d give up.
Tony pulls back just slightly, their foreheads pressed together, “Peter–”
“Shut up,” Peter demands through gritted teeth. He pulls Tony back into the kiss, and Tony lets him. Peter feels Tony’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs before he's suddenly hoisted up so that his legs are wrapped around Tony’s torso.
“Couch,” Peter pants between kisses. Tony obliges and walks him over to the couch, not breaking the kiss even as he sets Peter down onto his back.
Peter uses his legs to squeeze Tony in closer and his hands on the older man’s hips to guide them into steady thrusts. Tony and Peter’s moans are twisted together in a sort of harmony.
“God, kid, you’re perfect,” Tony gasps, “So beautiful. Breathtaking.”
Peter flips them over and Tony is sitting up with Peter on his lap. “Just for you, sir,” Peters smirks, satisfied when Tony’s entire body jerks in pleasure at the title, and dives in for more.
When people find out Tony and Peter are dating: Tony is evil he must've groomed that poor boy, is he really okay?
When people find out Steve and Peter are dating: What a beautiful and wholesome couple. Steve must take such good care of him.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?
Peter watching 30s and 40s movies with Bucky because it makes him so happy and he love making Bucky happy, loves seeing him laugh and smile so freely.
Peter watching 30s and 40s movies with Bucky and realizing this is the kind of romantic Bucky is. This is the way he tries to romance Peter. This is how he loves, a grumpy man with a soft heart for the one he loves.
"I'm in my late 20s and I'm scared I've already peaked" just don't peak then, idiot. what do you mean like you're going to just stop trying to think harder and build taller and learn more and get luckier and read deeper and dress better and fuck weirder and run faster and draw crazier and smoke danker and dance bigger and steal better and stun everyone with your cunty charm and zeal because, what, you think those are the rules? get real. get up. you have another 50 years and you're not going to use them??? give them to me.
Tony Stark has been and always will be my number one shayla 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
nico di angelo actually has a very elaborate and obscure music taste you know. and i have to approve the song before its him coded. yeah
26yo, Brazilian. Back to this site after years, still getting the hang of it and feeling old. (I multiship; It may not be of your liking.) She/Her 🩷💜🩵
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