Family Tradition Ch. 1 A sixteen year old Tony Stark frowned up at his father. "I don't want to go."
"You have to." Howard Stark didn't turn around to face his son, but Tony didn't need to see his face to know that it was set.
Tony groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dammit, dad! You drag me to this every year. The dude's dead, just let it go already."
Howard's hands were instantly on Tony's shoulders, anger twisting his face. Tony tensed, suddenly motionless. His father was distant, left Tony alone and let him have his space, and he never touched him. This was the first time Howard had raised a hand to him, and Tony was stunned speechless and terrified. "He was a great man," Howard snarled, and Tony pulled back against his father. "You're going to his memorial."
"Dad," Tony was trying to
Hot Showers Tony was one of the smartest-if not the smartest-men in the world, and he was an innovative genius. But he was still a big enough dumbass to put only one shower in Stark Tower.Hot Showers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Clint, hurry up in there!"
"Sorry, Tony." Clint didn't sound sorry at all, and Tony could still hear the shower running.
Tony waited patiently for two minutes before he slammed his fist against the door. "Barton, if you don't get the hell out of my shower, I will use anything and everything I can to destroy you!"
The shower stopped, and Tony allowed himself a moment to revel in his victory.
"Why don't you go find Steve and tell him to join you? I'm sure he'd love it."
"Why don't you fuck yourself?"
The Tears of a Hawk Bruce Banner was not a man who was easily worried. He was sympathetic, yes. He was caring, yes He was compassionate, yes. Overall, he was a very kind man. But he was not easily worried.The Tears of a Hawk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At least, not until he woke up at three forty-seven in the morning, with S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Clint Barton nowhere to be found.
Clint had been Bruce's close friend, lover, and bedmate for almost a year. They were accustomed to each other's sleeping habits. Clint would leave at odd hours of the night, called away on missions that Bruce could know nothing about. Bruce would crawl into their shared bed early in the morning, having spent all night experimenting with Tony.
Despite their very different schedules-and Clint's "if I told you I'd have to kill you, and I don't want to kill you" attitude towards his work- they had not spent a night wit
Proposal"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"Proposal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.
"I don't know, Peter."
"Do you want to marry him?"
Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.
"You know, I think I do."
"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that si
Numb "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," the cop's voice was sympathetic, but hollow. The horror of what he had just seen-the mutilated bodies of the child and the man, the remains of the car- were right behind his eyelids, threatening to burst forth from the walls of his memory every time he so much as blinked. "I really am."Numb2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It-it's not your fault," Tony's voice was weak, nonexistent. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything he knew-everything he loved-was gone. Just like that. "It was-I excuse me." Tony turned around, walking back into Stark Tower and closing the door in the cop's face.
Some things never change here we go again
Feel like I'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go, I don't care anymore
Singing and Silence "I'm not wearing underwear today!"Singing and Silence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Steve, control him."
"Oh no, I'm not wearing underwear today!"
"Honestly, Steve, this is too much."
"Not that you probably care-"
"We don't, Tony. Believe me, we could give two shits about your underwear."
"Or lack thereof."
"Much about my underwear-"
"Steve, make him stop."
A STony Farewell "Do you have to go?" Tony was pressed against Steve, speaking directly with the Cap's sternum.A STony Farewell2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you have to wait until we're at the airport to get emotional?" Steve was smiling into Tony's hair, his arms resting on Tony's waist.
"I'm not emotional." Tony retorted, his arms around Steve's neck. "I just I don't think Bruce will be able to work knowing you're not at Stark Tower to keep us safe."
"I'll be fine," Bruce piped up from behind them, his hand in Clint's. "Agent Barton is enough protection for me."
"I think he just hit on me. Did you guys here that? That's what I heard. Bruce Banner just hit on me."
"Shut up, Hawk Man." Tony raised one of the hands behind Steve's high enough for Clint to be able to see his extended middle fi
Product Placement Done Right Agent Clint Barton was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s finest agent. He had undergone training that most men could not survive, found himself in situations that would drive a lesser man to the brink of insanity, seen things that would make other men faint, his blue-green eyes staring unflinchingly at them, and he had been taught to survive off of next to nothing. There was one thing Agent Barton could not live without, however. And Tony Stark made the biggest mistake of his life when he snatched it from Clint.Product Placement Done Right3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tony, drop it."
"Tony, drop it!" Clint's entire body was tense, his muscles straining underneath the tight leather he was clothed in.
"You can't make me!"
"Wanna bet?!" Clint lunged towards Tony's an
Avengers, Wrestle! "Kiss the helmet."Avengers, Wrestle!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not going to kiss the helmet."
"C'mon, Steve. Kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss it, Tony."
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before."
"I'll shut up if you kiss the helmet."
"I'm not going to kiss your helmet."
"Kiss me then." Tony smiled at Steve, his brown eyes sparkling. Steve laughed, pulling on his gloves as Jarvis finished suiting Tony up. When everything but the helmet covered Tony, Steve turned around, gently pressing his lips to Tony's. "Thank you, Captain." Tony winked, turning away as the helmet of his Iron Man suit closed over his face.
A STony Phone Call "Hey, Steve?"A STony Phone Call2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The one and only."
"What happened? You only call me when something's wrong."
"That's not true!"
"Then why are you calling me?"
"That's what I thought."
"Sometimes I think I hate you."
Ask You Out"It stuns me how some people just don't see the obvious." Natasha muttered to Clint. The team had just finished a mission and they were in that Shawarma place Tony had suggested in the first day they worked together. It has become a kind of tradition.Ask You Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you talking about?"
"Just look at Rogers and Stark. I can smell the sexual tension between them and they just don't see it. How hard can it be to see that someone is attracted to you?"
"Tell me about it." Clint replied ironically, scratching the back of his neck. "What do you think someone should do on a situation like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... Hypothetically, say I'm attracted to you and you have no idea. What should I do?"
"Go for it, take the risk." Natasha replied without hesitating. "Maybe I feel the same for you, maybe I don't, but you don't know until you try."
"But things could get weird if you say no."
"If things get weird, then I'm a bitch and don't deserve the attention you give me."
"So, even if I'
In Which Tony is a FlashlightA Superfamily fic.In Which Tony is a Flashlight2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ages: Peter - 6, Penny - 5, but not in this story.
Warnings: mild language, like once, and guy/guy kissing.
"Peter, eat your vegetables," Steve reminds the six year-old.
"But Pop, they're gross." Peter wrinkles his nose.
"I know what you mean, b OW!" Tony's cut off by Steve's boot swinging into his shin. "But Papa cooked 'em just for you," he amends, clenching his teeth.
"Can I go play outside?"
"Not until you finish your dinner." Steve's face is stern as he takes a swig of water.
"Master Peter, local weather reports suggest a thunderstorm is on its way," JARVIS cuts in. "I'm afraid it is not suitable playing weather." They all peer out the window, noticing the dark clouds overhead. Peter slumps in hi
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters1Testing the Waters: Part 1Steve+Tony Testing the Waters15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
NC-17 non-con, m/m
**This story is a combination of the movie-verse and the comic-verse, occurring before the Civil War timeline
For perhaps the eighth time that night, Steve Rogers glanced at his watch, trying to be very discreet about it so as not to offend the group of people milling about him. He felt very uncomfortable and out of place dressed in a drab suit and tie - the suit stretched to the point that the seams were practically groaning in protest. Okay, so he might've bulked up a bit with all the wars and skirmishes that he'd been involved in over the past year. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were constrained enough to prevent much movement inside what he displeasingly thought of as a classy straitjacket.
Why had he allowed Tony to talk him into this?
Steve shifted to lean his right side up against the bar, lifted h
An Asgardian Promise Fear. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, pulse thrumming, limbs quivering fear.An Asgardian Promise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki didn't know what he was running from, he didn't know why he was running, all he knew was that he was running, and he was afraid. Something was after him, something dangerous, something that was going to kill him. And he didn't know what it was.
He was alone, terrified, and helpless. He was so helpless.
Loki sat up, his shrill scream splitting the silence as Thor's arms enveloped him.
"Loki, calm yourself!" Thor's arms tightened around his brother as Loki emitted another scream, this one muffled by Thor's muscular shoulder. Thor could feel his brother's tears against his bare skin, not comprehending Loki'
Drunken Actions"Good morning, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S said and he sounded way too sarcastic for something that is not, you know, human. "How are you feeling?"Drunken Actions2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Like shit, thank you for asking." Tony groaned, opening his eyes. His head felt like Thor was hitting him with his hammer. He couldn't remember the stupid thing's name because he was too hungover to think about it.
Last night the whole team had gone out to celebrate Clint's birthday. Tony remembered some bits of the night, mostly the parts when he was still sober, which were the boring ones.
"Coffee. I need coffee."
He struggled to get out of his bed and wondered how he even got there in the first place, knowing he was definitely too drunk for that. He shrugged and thought it might have something to do with Pepper, she always did those things.
After his coffee, Tony took a long shower and that's when he started to remember last night's drunk adventures. To his surprise, Bruce was quite a funny drunk and had managed to not hulk out. On the oth
In which Peter sneezes"Steve!" Tony yelled from upstairs. It was Steve's turn to do the dishes - and it really was this time, not just Tony ditching on his domestic duties - and he was just finished, so he ran to their room. "Peter sneezed!" Tony said, wiping the 3 year old's nose.In which Peter sneezes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve frowned and approached them, kneeling in front of the bed they were both sitting in. He put his hand Peter's forehead to check his temperature.
"He doesn't seem to have a fever."
"Are you sure?" Tony asked frantically. "Maybe he caught something when we went to the park earlier. We should go to a hospital just to make sure."
"Tony, relax! We're not going to take our son to a hospital because he sneezed once!" Peter sneezed again and Tony pointed at him while looking at Steve with wide eyes. "Well okay, twice."
"We have to do something, Steve!"
"Right. Let's... Let's give him some honey."
"That's for a sore throat, you dumb ass."
"Watch your tongue in front of Peter! And what do you suggest?"
"I don't know!" Tony admi
Attack of the Night Snuggles Loki hated sleeping alone. He didn't mind the actual being alone part, he was just one who enjoyed having his arms around someone (something) as he slept. Odin had been willing to indulge him when was young, but as he aged and entered manhood Odin had lost his patience. Loki had been forced to give up the hand crafted wolf that Thor had given him when they were younger, and to the eleven-year-old no fate could have been worse.Attack of the Night Snuggles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hadn't sobbed-he was too old to sob- but that didn't keep him from curling into a tight ball on his bed and letting a tear (or two, or three, or several) escape. He fell asleep in that position, the occasional tear sliding down his face, his thin body curled into an even thinner ball.
"Loki?" Thor's voice cut through Loki's dreamless sleep.
Loki sat straight up, his heart leaping into his throat
The dangers of Pre-School"Remember to be good and play nice, okay?" Steve said, crouching to be on the same eye level as Peter. The young child nodded.The dangers of Pre-School3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If anyone gives you trouble tell them your dad is Iron Man and he will kick their asses." Tony added and received a glare from Steve.
"No one will give you trouble, Peter." Steve kissed his son's forehead and got up as Peter ran inside the building.
"Pre-school can be tough, you know? I don't know if Peter's safe. Maybe I should just get my suit a fly around the place a few times."
"Tony, you're being paranoid." Steve was laughing as he grabbed Tony's arm and basically dragged him out of there.
"No I'm not. What if someone hits Peter with a stick?!"
"No one will hit Peter with a stick."
"You don't know that, Steve!" Tony whined.
"You are not spying on our son on his first day of pre-school." Steve kept dragging Tony by the arm.
"Tony." Steve stopped walking and turned to Stark, hands on his shoulders. "We have an entire day all by ourselves. We c
Steve+Tony Testing the Waters5Title: Testing the Waters 5/?Steve+Tony Testing the Waters54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (Captain America x Iron Man)
Rating: NC-17, m/m, non-con
Steve was lost in a deep, comfortable sleep, having forgotten about the miserable anxiety of the night before. He burrowed deeper into the blankets and the fluffy pillows that Pepper had gone about supplying the Avengers with after Logan had shred his apart again. That incident had led to Carol's complaint about the pillows being old and moldy, a complaint that Peter seconded with suspicions of bed bugs. Needless to say, the Avengers hadn't had any trouble sleeping after most of the well-worn mattresses and pillows had been replaced.
But, the fluffy pillows weren't the source of Steve's content. Most of the credit for his enjoyable slumber was thanks to the warm, unclothed body that snuggled up against his own, wrapped in his arms. Soft, dark hair brushed against h
Of the Unknown Shield :: StonyOf the Unknown ShieldOf the Unknown Shield :: Stony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I've got you. Don't worry."
It's like he's hearing the words through a tube. They sound faraway and tinny maybe like they're coming through an old radio. But it's still a voice, one that isn't yelling at him or threatening him and even though his vision's swimming in and out of focus probably a concussion and his ears are ringing and he feels like he's been hit by a truck.
Someone is pulling him up to his feet, though, an arm under his shoulders and he's lucky that it's there because otherwise Tony would be falling flat on his face. His knees are shaking and his legs feel like they're made of jelly. He can't stand up on his own.
The arm around him slides down to his waist and Tony's pulled against a body that is nothing but muscle he would stop to admire but his head feels like someone tap danced on it in his suit and his vision is filled with bright blue fabric.
He can hear the crackle of static and the sounds of
A lot changes in 70 yearsSteve was in his apartment watching TV. He really didn't believe Clint when he said the show 'Supernatural' was based on true stories and that's why he was not scared as hell while watching it. Really, he was not.A lot changes in 70 years3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe a bit.
He decided to turn it off and go for a walk. Bad idea.
Steve still feels lost in 2012. People talk to seemingly no one, and Natasha keeps telling him they're on the phone but there's no phone, just a thing dangling from their ear and it kinda freaks him out. The amount of cars on the street is ridiculous. A woman bumps into him because she's looking at a device in her hand, Tony told him once those are called 'eye-pads' and Steve has no idea why. There's a teenager with earrings on his ears, his nose and his eyebrow who also has things dangling from his ears, and he's mimicking a guitar player.
He's getting easily accustomed to the people, what gets him the most are the streets. The buildings are different and there's billboards and a bunch of things that he can'
April FoolsSteve is a nice guy. Actually Steve is a really nice guy, too nice for this day and age. And he believes that people are just as nice and noble and honest as he is. That's why he always gets prank'd on April Fools.April Fools3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony is the exact opposite of Steve, in fact, Tony takes advantage of people like Steve. So in that morning after some weird blue sticky substance exploded right in Steve's face when he opened the freezer, Tony promised that was the last prank of the day. It wasn't. Not that he had anything planned, but he would think of something.
Of course, Steve didn't know he was lying, because Steve always believed people and that was a serious problem. Tony was sitting on his couch, looking at some projects on his laptop, Steve was sitting next to him reading a book. The projects were giving Tony a headache, because they weren't designed by him and they were so boring, so he stood up and walked to the mini bar on the corner of the living room.
"Do you want a drink?" Tony
Arguing With a ChildSteve Rogers X Tony StarkArguing With a Child3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was late and the new energy reactor Tony was working on wasn’t working with him. Everything he tried had blown up in his face and he couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t help much that Steve was watching from behind the whole time. This made Tony under more pressure and made him increasingly more nervous than he should have been. Steve didn’t quite understand what he was working on, or what it was supposed to do, but he quite aware that it had failed with Tony’s unsatisfied sighs. This consistent string of failures was causing Tony to drink heavily throughout the process, possibly leading to his failures.
“It doesn’t seem to be working Tony; maybe you should take a break.” Tony turned and looked at him, a bit too aggravated.
“Do you know what I’m doing? Do you understand any of this? I didn’t think so, go make yourself useful and get me another drink.” He went ba
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.Never Again :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
Late Night Texts 20D: Do you think we could gank Michael Myers?Late Night Texts 203 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D: Do you think that, if for some fucked up reason, we were ever to encounter Michael Myers, we could gank him?
S: Why the hell would you want to know that?
D: Me and Cas were watching Halloween earlier today, and he got freaked out and left, and now I'm freaked.
S: Wait. Cas freaked? Cas? As in, Castiel? Castiel who can destroy towns by snapping? That Castiel?
D: That's the only Cas I know. I don't know about your sorry, people-friendly ass.
S: What's wrong with being people friendly?!
D: That's not important Sam!
S: I think it is!
D: It's not!
S: If that's not important, what is?!
D: DO YOU FUCKING THINK WE COULD FUCKING GANK FUCKING MICHAEL FUCKING MYERS?!
S: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
S: Geez, Dean, put on your big boy undies and grow the fuck up.
S: What's your fucking problem?
D: Other than the fact that my boyfriend is terrified of a movie character, and that movie character is staring at me right now, not a damn thing