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"Mhhhmmm…" Steve stretched lazily in bed, his body slowly wakening up. He didn't open his eyes yet, but by the orange color under his eyelids, he could tell that the sun was rising, indicating the start of the new day. Steve wasn't a person who lingered in bed too long. He had a quick wake up, quick shower, quick breakfast and was ready to start his day. It was the usual way his body worked. It all changed during vacation when the stress finally left him, and he could relax. Unexpectedly, Steve loved staying in bed till late, not in a rush anywhere. He especially loved staying in bed, when he had a cuddle buddy. Blindly, Steve reached

Tony stood near the crib, not believing this. He waited for so long for his moment. And there she was. Sleeping calmly, under the pink blanket, a little perfect baby girl, with raven hair, blue eyes and rosy cheeks. His little Stark princess. "Tony?" "Shhh," Tony pressed a finger to his lips, motioning for Steve to come in, and not stand in the doorway like that. Steve softly patted in, and stood next to Tony, wrapping hands around his husband's waist. "Madison's already sleeping?" he whispered into Tony's ear, taking a peek inside the crib. "Yeah, out as a light," Tony smiled, whispering back. "Let's hope she will sleep through the night.

Tony's hand froze when he was about to touch the tablet. He was on some news portal, like every day, reading what was happening around the world, when some flashing advertise caught his attention. It was at the bottom of the screen, shining with annoying bright letters, and normally Tony wouldn't pay attention to it, as usually such advertisements were for selling some specifics, like products for balding people, or diet supplements and he wasn't interested. It was a bunch of lies anyway. But this time, the ad caught his attention and Tony bugged his eyes out, his gaze stuck on the sign. "Men reach their sexual prime at the age from 18 to 27

warning - mentions of sex, but not graphic! bottom!Tony, top!Steve Steve was slowly waking up. His head still felt light and wrapped in a nice cloud of post-makeout bliss. Tony really surprised him last night. For the last days, his husband had been working on some projects till late hours and it took a serious toll on their love life. Of course, Steve was supportive and understanding, but he had his needs. Last night did compensate for the recent neglects. "Oh," Steve opened his eyes fully, seeing Tony wide awake next to him. His brows were creased and he looked deep in thought, focusing on some problem and not noticing anything else. "Hi,

warnings: grieving, emotional hurt, some comfort near the end perhaps, canon character death, spoilers for Avengers Endgame (but if you still don’t know what happened in Endgame, getting spoiled is on you!). Stony is not a pairing here, this is a Pepperony fic. The world had this amazing property, that no matter how hard things got, it kept moving on. The plants kept growing, the sun kept rising each day, new lives kept being born. Everything was moving, never staying in place, changing, and evolving. No matter how much your heart was bleeding. Despite the raw wound scratched deep into your soul, the pulsating pain following you each

Tony was in his workshop, slumping down in a chair, a half-empty bottle of scotch in his hand. He wasn't a drunk. He stopped drinking some time ago and now just drank alcohol from time to time, just for pleasure. But today was different. He had to shut down his mind. Block all the images in his head. His eyes were red, because he was crying. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. It was too painful. And crying didn't help, it just made him feel weaker and more vulnerable. He took another gulp straight from the bottle. Tony closed his eyes, feeling as the alcohol was burning in his throat, and saw it again. A flash of light. Guns firing.

Tony sighed, walking down the corridor, briefly glancing at the closed door that lead to his son's room. Recently, Peter was locking himself up there for whole days. Being a teenager meant that he was doing that anyway, but lately it had some grim aura to it. Tony stopped in the hallway, looking to the back and considering if he should check on his son.. "Tony, what are you doing?" Tony jumped, too caught up in his thoughts, to notice that Steve was leaning out from the kitchen, observing. "Nothing!" he yelped out startled - it didn't matter that he had been married to Steve for 20 years now, the answer to "what are you doing?"  when he was

Tony was so, so tired. And there was still so much work to be done. He needed a break. A quick boost of energy and a pick-me-up snack. A quick boost of energy was easy. He just stole a kiss from Steve when he had walked by him in the living room, Steve saying something that he should get some sleep, but Tony didn't listen, his eyes focused on a new target. Kitchen. Or more precisely a cup of coffee and some cookies. It didn't take long until he had a hot cup of strong black coffee and some cookies he had found in the cupboard and began his break. One gulp of coffee, one cookie. Hm. Steve had to buy cookies with mint filling instead of v