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I saw a post on Instagram about how Captain America dying would’ve been better than Iron Man. I honestly agree. The writers intended for Cap to miss Peggy and feel disconnected from the current world. Add those components to his self-sacrificing attitude and him making the wish would’ve made sense and been good. I know Iron Man’s final development was to throw away his arrogance and sacrifice himself but I would’ve much rather him retire with his family and help the world by making inventions for the better of the world and start a new generation of Iron Man.
What do you guys think?
Avengers play Cards Against Humanity
Since the last one was well received here's part two
Black Card: You know who else liked ______? Hitler.
Loki: Eradicating the jews
Steve: Mass Genocide
Peter: Veganism
Hope: Nazis
Scott: Bees
Natasha: White privilege
Clint: Chunks of dead backpacker
Harley: Daniel Radcliffe's delectable arsehole
Shuri: Praying the gay away
T'challa: Restoring Germany to it's former glory
Tony: A reason not to commit suicide
Bruce: Auschwitz
Sam: God
Bucky: Poorly timed holocaust jokes
Pepper: Seeing things from Hitler's perspective
Rhodey: Suicidal thoughts
Thor: Vikings
Wanda: It's hard to decide... "You know who else liked veganism? Hitler" is my favourite. Peter wins.
Do you guys want to chose the winners? And yes, there are going to be more of these cards against humanity. Send me other people you want to play too.
Avengers play Cards Against Humanity
Black Card: _____ that's how I want to die
Tony: Alcoholism
Steve: Doing the right thing
Peter: Vigilante justice
Natasha: Pretending to be one of the guys but actually being the spider god
Bruce: Science
Clint: The biggest blackest dick
Thor: Powerful thighs
Harley: Poor life choices
Scott: A fully dressed female video game character
Shuri: The entire internet
Hope: Multiple stab wounds
Bucky: The Great Depression
Sam: A perfectly cylindrical vagina
T'challa: Depression
Pepper: Dying
Rhodey: Being black
Wanda: Being a motherfucking sorcerer
Loki as Czar: '...Being a motherfucking sorcerer, that's how I want to die.'... Preach.
Avengers as stupid shit my friends have said
Clint: That’s not a watermelon, that’s a fetus!
Nat: You shoulda kicked him in the nuts
Tony: You know what I is!
Also Tony: I’m a vagina expert
Sam to Bucky: Too painful to date
Bruce: In space there’s always a bigger rock
Wanda: Troublesome gay
Peter when someone says don’t fail: I fail at everything
Shuri: And not get pushed off roofs by furries
Bucky: So last night I ditched my friends and made an accurate representation of my soul. Cold, hard, black, shiny stone. Also somewhat damaged and incomplete.
Scott: I can’t believe they landed on me having sex! I mean get a room!
Pepper: Thanks, I hate it
Steve: I’m American
Peter from the other room: I thought you were a lesbian!
Carol: Okay who here isn’t gay?
Hope: Thanks, wish you weren’t here
Vision: I’ve tested positive for gay
Loki (even though technically not an Avenger): I LOVE STABBING CHILDREN!!
Tchalla: I ripped it apart with my bare hands!
Thor, clueless: What’s a handjob?
Happy pride Month 🏳️🌈 everyone and to celebrate here is one of my bisexual icon's Tessa Stark/magica
I'll make her bio later
I need an identity reveal fic where peter is pepper Potts cousin (Or Tony's cousin but im for some reason drawn to the Pepper idea)
Can I say
Westallen and snart
Steddie and robin
Destiel and everyone
Pepperony and rhodey
Pepper : Who the fuck broke the toaster?
Rhodey : It was Tony.
Happy : Boss broke it.
Jarvis : Sir did it.
Tony :
Tony : ...yOU PROMISED-
Tony bleeding out after fighting bad guys : Is he staring at me?
Rhodey trying to stop the bleeding : Of course he’s staring at you, you’re bleeding out.
Tony : But is he staring at me in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" Or "ahh he looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way?
Rhodey no longer putting pressure on the wound to stare at Tony blankly :
Rhodey : What.
Pepper : He’s staring at you in an "ahh he’s bleeding out!" type of way. Why would he think it’s hot?!
Stephen staring at Tony in a "ahh he’s looks so hot when he’s bleeding out!" way : I mean...
Wong : For fuck sake!
Tony : You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.
Pepper : Actually, Tony, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.
Tony : God, if only someone loved me…
Stephen : *standing behind hum with roses*
Bucky : *holding box of chocolates*
Quill : *has balloons and a card*
Pepper : *facepalms* This is sad.
Tony texting Pepper
Tony : I WANT TO GIVE HIM THINGS
Tony : LIKE BLOWJOBS AND SELF ESTEEM!
Pepper : Please stop talking.
Tony, at Pepper : You're my significant other.
Pepper : Yeah I am.
Tony, at Friday : You're my child.
Friday : Yes boss.
Tony, at Stephen : You're my bitch.
Stephen : Yeah I am- wait, what?
Tony, at Rhodey : My bestie.
Rhodey : Naturally.
Tony, Harley : HA, GAY!
Harley : Fuck you.
*after the Family has been separated for a few years*
Friday : So what have you been up to recently?
Pepper : Leading a revolution with Peter.
Harley : Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.
America : *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome!
Harley : I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Rhodey?
Christine : Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Tony?
Stephen : Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. Jarvis?
Peter : Cult leader.
Friday : Yeah, that sounds about right.
Pepper : Tony annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he have planned for our special day tomorrow.
Christine : But, there is nothing special about tomorrow?
Pepper : But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.
Stephen : Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Pepper...
Tony : As you should be.
Stephen : No, for real, she's kind of-
Tony : As. You. Should. Be.
Rhodey : What did Tony do this time?
Pepper : More like WHO did Tony do this time.
Tony wearing silk pants : How does this look?
Pepper : like it's slips on and off really easily.
Tony :
Pepper : No ! I didn't mean it like that I-
Rhodey : We all know what you meant.
So... I’ve never been into poly relationships before but I think I’m starting to fall into Drpepperony (why not strangepepperony btw?) hell and I’m not even scared or ashamed? Don’t help me.
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.
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
Spider-Man: Homecoming | Tony + Pepper's Engagement
"I'm feeling devious you're looking glamorous let's get mischievous and polyamorous." -The Cult of Dionysis // The Orion Experience
You know, I always see people write Pepper as the calm one between her a Tony in fics—which is true to some extent—but I feel like people forget that Pepper gets just as neurotic as Tony in response to stressful situations, just shows it differently
IM2 Tony is dying. What does he do? goes and ditches work to drive a race car and gets attacked. Pepper in response? Unintelligible but understandable screaming at him.
And she’s so real for that
@mcuchallenge Year of Celebrations - Valentine´s day.
Tony & Pepper (the mothership of all MCU ships!) - Iron Man (2008)
Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader
REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚
P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.
Sober Thoughts
Word count: 4.7k
Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve
Warnings: Alcohol, profanity
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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully.
The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room.
“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”
Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.”
“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”
“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”
Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.”
As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”
Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.”
Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable.
Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”
Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”
“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.
“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”
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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum.
It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s.
However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.
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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad.
“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”
“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.
“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”
“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”
“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.”
With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question.
Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate.
Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height.
After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor.
"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.
"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.
"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.
"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.
"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead.
"Where to, Stark Jr.?"
"The storage room by the training grounds."
The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.
"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did.
"What do you mean?" Steve responded.
"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.
"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.
"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence." Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"
"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."
Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.
Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much."
"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."
"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.
"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.
Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.
"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."
It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."
Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer."
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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour.
Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements.
Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.
Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"
"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol. What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted.
"I'll take 10 more of those, please."
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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear.
Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated.
“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred.
“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.
Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.
"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."
"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."
Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'."
"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."
Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.
"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."
"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."
Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."
Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."
Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.
"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."
"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.
Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."
The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."
"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."
Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"
Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."
Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-."
Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer."
Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.
"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.
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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.
The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.
"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out."
"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.
"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."
"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.
Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."
Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."
Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."
Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection.
As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?"
Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."
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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight.
After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger.
Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve.
Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:
‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’
Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.
FIN
A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise
if multiverse is canon in mcu....
in some universe sam is too slow to catch bucky
in some universe natasha is happy (and alive) with her sister. they have a picnic and they sing songs
in some universe clint doesn't recover after pietro's death. he blames himself like he was the one who killed the boy. clint wanted to be pietro's mentor and he fucked up
in some universe pepper leave tony alone with his mind for too long...
in some universe happy doesn't lost all his friends.
in some universe rhodey ended worse
in some universe thor could save loki
in some universe foggy finds matt's body
all of this can be true and it breaks my heart