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I just watched “Avengers” with polish dubbing.
I cried so much.
It hurt, it’s really hurt :C
"NIE BĄDŹ JELEŃ, NIE FIKAJ"
"JESTEM LOKI, SYN ASGARDU"
I dreamt Tony offered a dildo to Stephen... how accurate is that?
Still (A) Life :: Series by Oliver Wetter
(check ALTs for piece titles)
If you know what i mean... hard sex
Let me fuck love that man
Love my Patriotic Boy Scouts and their Broody Sarcastic Boys
There’s no difference between the arc reactor and keeping crystals in your bra tbh.
Peter Parker is so adoptable. “Oh you mean adaptable-“ NO.
First up we got the classic irondad/spiderson dynamic. ICONIC. Can have you punching wholes in the walls with the amount of FEELS and FLUFF and, of course, ANGST. 10/10, great way to get started. BUT. We’ve barely even scratched the surface.
My other personal favourite: Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil adopts Peter. Bonus points if it’s after No Way Home, the emotional hurt/comfort potential is IMMENSE. I just. I love that shit. I eat it up every time. GIMME!!!
Next up, one I did not think would work, but it ABSOLUTELY DOES: Bucky Barnes adopts Peter. Currently reading a fic called Anatomy In Reverse by pansley on ao3, and lemme tell ya im OBSESSED. I did not think there was potential there, BUT BOY WAS I WRONG. (Lovely fic, would 100% recommend it btw)
Oh and did you think Peters adoptableness only reached until the confinements of the MCU? THINK AGAIN. Cuz the Batfam is NOT ABOVE ADDING SPIDERS TO THE BATS AND BIRDS!! You think Batman has an adoption problem, you’ve clearly never seen the amount of fics of Nightwing adopting Peter. (I guess it runs in the family. Also, Dark Matter anyone??)
And these are just the ones I’ve come across! It’s like if you feel like writing parent-child dynamics in the mcu - or even outside of it, jesus! - you just get yourself a ready-to-adopt Peter Parker, maybe kill of some more of his parental figures i guess, and boom! You got yourself an adoptee!
*Frothing at the mouth* IRONDAD AND SPIDERSON ALDKALDKLAJSKSMDKXKSKSDKKSK
IRONDAD FIELD TRIP FIC MENTION!!! + other whumpy irondadoodles
Tony learning from his previous suits’ failures/shortcomings.
Capa para a fanfic “A Culpa não é sua” escrita por Alyena.
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos Fanartistas ~
Link da fanfic: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/a-culpa-nao-e-sua-18009913
Peter and the Bikers
So, I got this idea a long time ago & wrote this a long time ago. It hasn’t been beta read and I haven’t edited it since I first wrote it, so it probably sucks (sorry) but I wanted to get it published cause idk it’s a good prompt. I told an old friend( @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars )about this prompt when I first thought of it. It’s kind bcause of her I even got into this fandom a long time ago, so thank you.
Anyway enjoy & sorry it sucks. I promise future fics will be better.
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As Peter ran down the alley street he could still hear the pounding feet of the men that attacked him running behind him, with his advanced senses the steps sounded like drums directly beside his head. The pounding didn’t help the milled concussion as it amplified the sounds and beating of his own heart.
Everything aches horribly and he had several cuts and lacerations all over his body that leaked blood and stung so bad they brought tears to the twelve year olds eyes. His clothing was ripped and soaked through in blood. The second the blonde man pulled out a switch blade Peter knew he was screwed.
So very, very screwed.
As Peter rounded the corner he was more focused on the men chasing him then the motorcycles in front of him; and before he knew it, he was running right into one of them and sending it, and himself, crashing to the concrete.
The impact from the fall only added more pain to Peter small form, forcing a sob out of the boy as he clambered back to his feet. Apologies spilling from his mouth as he stared wide eyed and terrified up at the large group of men in front of him.
“ I’m so sorry, oh my god please, I’m so sorry don’t, don’t hurt me please.” The twelve year old took several steps away from the bikers and their, now scratched up, motorcycles. “I-I can fix them, I promise I’ll fix them just-just don’t~”
Whatever was gonna come out of his mouth next stopped in it’s track as shouts came from behind him and he tilted his head back to look and felt his heart sink.
The blonde man and his two goons were standing there, expressions that of someone who just won a million dollars. They held their knives out front, some still dripping with blood,
Peter’s blood.
“O-oh man.” Peter mumbled glancing at the bikers then back to the muggers, more tears slipping out as he realized the situation he was in. It was days like today he wished he had the watch his father made him so that he was always connect to F.R.I.D.A.Y.
The blonde grinned as he stepped forward, and peter took a step back, whimpering slightly.
“ Come ‘er Kid, your daddy’s gonna pay a nice price to get you back alive. “ He sneered, his goons snickering behind him.
“ I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter replied shakily, starting to walk backwards. It was immediate to deny all relation to his dad in situations like this. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t.
The man chuckled as peter bumped into something hard, and defiantly living, behind him.
The chest behind him vibrated as the biker growled and Peter felt like he had just died. There was no way he was getting out of this one without getting anymore injuries, and no one even knew anything was wrong so he was on his own.
Closing his eyes tight, Peter braced himself.
What he heard made him flinch, the sound of fist on skin and a surprised shout had the boy jumping back, eyes snapping open.
The biker he had originally bumped into was holding the blonde man by the collar of his shirt and was punching him in the face, over and over and over and~
Something was placed over his eyes, and it took him a moment too long to realize it wasn’t something but someone. Reaching up, Peter’s hands wrapped around the wrist and held tight, neither pulling it away nor keeping it there.
Peter let out a small sob, shoulders shaking as the cries of the blonde man choked off and a deep voice rumbled;
“ If I ever see you, or your little friends, around here again. I’ll kill ya. Now get.” Feet running away is all peter heard before the hands covering his eyes were gone.
He caught sight of the three men turning down an alley before disappearing from sight.
“Are you alright?” The voice made him jump, he looked up to see the biker that had punched the blond guy. He stuttered for a moment;
“ Y-Yeah, yeah I’m okay. T-Thank you, for-for scaring them off and, uh, I’m really really really sorry about your motorcycles.
I didn’t mean to run into them, I swear! I really didn’t , but I can fix them! I know how! Or I could buy you new ones if you wanted, or~” the biker guy that peter was just gonna start calling red beard, because he had a big red beard that went down to the center of his chest; cut him off with a loud, booming, laugh.
“ Calm down kid, I don’t care about the bikes. Well, I do, but It wasn’t your fault.” He stated, and peter sighed.
He was sure that red beard and his friends would be furious about their bikes, he knows he would be if he had motorcycles that looked like those, and he was sure they would show their anger in kicks and punches.
Overwhelmed with relief, peter slumped to the ground and let out a light chuckle.
“ I thought that was the end of me.” He stated, small laughs mixing with sobs as the adrenaline left him in a heap on the ground. Unwanted tears slid across his cheeks even as he tried to rub them away.
A heaven hand landed on his should and he looked up.
“ Come on kid, we’ll take ya home.” It was a girl this time, but she wasn’t like any girl he’d ever seen. She was big, not fat, but muscular and she wore a black jacket and pants to match. Her hair was long and blonde, braided and draped over her shoulder. There was no denying she was beautiful, different than how his mom was beautiful, but still beautiful.
“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to. I can make it back on my own.” Peter stumbles, cheeks growing warm. He was only twelve, he didn’t talk to girls much; except MJ and Shuri, but they didn’t count. The girl smiles,
“Well let’s just say we want to, okay? To make sure you get there safely. Who knows, those guys may come back.” Red beard huffs,
“Yeah right, not after the scarin’ I just gave em.”
Despite himself, Peter giggles. He may suck as defending himself, but he has a Grey judge of character and he really liked red beard.
“ Okay, I can show you the way and when we get there I can fix you’re bikes!” He says, getting more and more excited. A few bikes laugh, either at his enthusiasm or the fact they think a twelve year old can fix a motorcycle.
~~Time Skip~~
Red beard decided to leave the bikes behind for now, deciding instead to lift Peter up onto his shoulders and walk seeing as the tower wasn’t far from where they were. Peter thought this way was more fun anyway, he could see everything up here!
When the front doors of the tower came into view Peter could see a couple figure standing there, all of which he recognized instantly.
“Daddy!” He called, smile bright.
Said man turned and Peter swore if he didn’t know any better he’d say his daddy died right there. His skin got so pale and his face dropped into a position Peter had never seen before. It was funny.
“Pete!” Tony cried, Pepper echoing his words; before he bolted to the giant man, surrounded by other giant men (and women), carrying his son on his shoulders.
Peter wiggled around, trying to get down, before red beard grabbed him under the arms and helped. When his feet touch the ground Peter skips to his dad and starts rambling,
“ Dad you’re never gonna believe what happened! I was walking home and the guys corners me in the ally but I got away! But he hit me a couple times, it hurt. But then when I was running I accidentally bumped into their motorcycles” he points behind him,” and knocked them over, but instead of beating me up they chased those guys off and walked me home! I scratched their motorcycles though, but I said I’d fix them! They are really nice and funny! Red beard is really funny and the blonde lady, her name is Annie, is really nice! I like them a lot daddy.” Taking a deep breathe, Peter ends his tale.
Tony stands dumbfounded, his mouth opened wide in shock and eyes wide. It takes longer than it should for Peters story to sink in and words to come back. He kneels down and tugs Peter into his arms, tugging the kid close.
“ Pete... I don’t even know what to say. For one I’m so glad you’re okay, this is why I tell you to always keep you’re watch on you.” Tony slowly lets go and stand back up, looking at the group of people in front of him and letting Pepper drag Peter into a hug.
“ Thank you, so much, for saving my boy.” He breathes, before pulling out his phone, “name a price and it’s yours, along with whatever motorcycles you want, or repairs. It’s on me.” Red beard smiles and peter cheers.
HIS GRIEF || Tony Stark x Reader drabble
Summary: the action happens after events from CA:CW. Tony is full of grief and anger after he had found out who killed his parents. Reader is trying to calm him down.
Words: 675
A/N: Hiya! This is my very first attempt in writing so please, be gentle with me. Also, this drabble is dedicated to my favorite blog, namely @thepaperpanda and their first writing challenge ❤
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.
Tony Stark was sitting at a cold jetty thinking of last events that became his share recently. He sighed deeply slipping hands in his hair.
His heart was heavy. He felt he could barely breath and was struggling for each blissful inhalation of cold marine air.
You found him like that and your heart almost ripped apart.
You've been looking for him for few hours. You didn't feel weariness, your whole body was filled with adrenaline.
When you answered a call from Natasha that Tony has left in a rush shortly after their return to the Avengers Tower, you knew something was not okay at all. You didn't pay attention to fact it was the middle of the night and you had to get up early. The only thing you did care about was to find him and make sure he was safe and sound.
You approached him slowly from behind and you crouched next to him. You placed your hand carefully on his shoulder.
"Tony?"
He didn't push you away but brunette also didn't respond. He was sitting still.
"Tony.. What happened? Tell me. I'm by your side."
He protractedly let out a sigh.
"I can't stand this shit any longer, Y/N," his voice has broken down before he ended his sentence. "And that fight today.. I am exhausted. And Rogers.. He knew. He knew from the very beginning.." he mumbled quietly ruffling his own bangs.
"Knew about what, Tony?" you asked stroking his shoulder.
"Who killed my parents," he said simply like it was nothing.
You blinked.
"Who did this?"
Tony sighed again.
"Barnes. James Barnes. His beloved Winter Soldier, Y/N," Tony crossed arms over his chest. "He knew.. And still was protecting that murderer! Can you believe it, Y/N?!"
You stayed silent giving Tony a room for reflexion.
"You good know they are friends. And I think that James didn't do this because he has wanted it to happen. Wasn't him under Hydra's control back then?" you questioned.
He didn't say a word.
"You know how huge was their influence over Barnes," you added. "Even if it was him who.... Did this awful thing... He wasn't himself."
"You're protecting this bastard!" Tony rose from his place flicking his jeans from dirt. "Y/N, you should be by MY SIDE, and all you do is defending HIM!"
Tony pushed you aside, he was so cold towards you. He simply passed you and went back to his Lamborghini.
"Tony! Wait!" you ran after him.
"Y/N, I have nothing more to say!" he didn't let you grab his hand and in a rush he took a driver seat on his car.
"Where are you going, Tony?" you asked almost with tears in your eyes.
"None of your business," he replied slightly.
"Just, please Tony, calm down, take a shower, maybe talk to someone in the Tower...."
He snapped cutting your sentence in a half.
"There are no Avengers anymore, Y/N. At least they are not united anymore."
Tony pushed you away and pressed the button so door from his side has closed.
He drove away fastly leaving you alone at the parking lot next to the harbour.
"Dear God..." you felt a single tear running down your cheek. "Send us a sign.. I hope they will reunite again...."
You didn't know then that evil forces was on their way to destroy everything you used to know...
He’s never beating the gay allegations
besides the well-known fact that tony stark's arc reactor literally powered his heart and symbolised his second chance at life, it's been not just alluded to but clearly stated by marvel from the very first iron man film that it represents his heart:
this point is made very clear again when it's used to portray his death:
of course they did this; they're such obvious metaphors that are easy to rely on for beautiful visual storytelling. they undoubtedly were aware of the potential for these scenes and carefully considered them since the beginning.
but you don't really get to use each of these moments more than once if you want them to matter, so they had to choose which one of tony's stories needed to be told through carefully picked parallels.
and who did they use them on?
yup, that's right. steve rogers. steve, who literally ends their painful fight by breaking his heart.
steve, whom tony literally hands his heart and says "here, take this" while he's devastated, disappointed, and at one of the lowest moments of his entire life.
so, platonic, romantic, alterous — the intricacies of his feelings don't even matter. they're only for tony to know.
but what we as an audience know, what we were explicitly told by marvel, is that the feelings tony had for steve were so strong that they were the equivalent of getting his heart actually shattered into pieces, and being reduced to offering your desperate, mourning heart on a platter as a way of saying "take it all, there's nothing left of me that you don't own now".
these were not accidents. we were meant to understand how profound his feelings were. so many things spiraled out of their falling out — the entire universe's faith was at stake as a result. tony was not indifferent to him. his problem was that he felt too much.
tony's achille's heel was always steve rogers, and that will forever be the backbone of the marvel universe.
Iron Man 2008 is so fucking funny, like Tony is kidnapped and tortured and finds out that his weapons are being used to kill the people he was trying to protect, and he's like "Y'know, maybe war is bad" and everyone around him starts acting like he's insane for thinking that
Like Rhodey practically yells at him
Hands down, the funniest part of Iron Man is when Obadiah Stane literally Segways into where they keep the arc reactor
The world needed an Iron Man version of the Spiderpoint meme (did it, Quona, did it really?), so I drew this ridiculousness based on these:
This is my life now.
the parkner anthem is back in black by acdc and no i don’t take critisism
"everything will end but we will not" They could face the collapse of the world together T＿T
Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark Captain America: Civil War
From that one avengers game that flopped hard, anyways Iron Knight is not his name surprisingly.