I'm Sorry But Tony Being Obsessed With Peter, Like In A High Level, Tracking His Suit, Checking His Vitals,

Just to add, AO3 has such a great tag system that I haven't seen in other websites. You can literally filter out all of the stuff that makes you uncomfortable and don't want to read. And it's so easy to use.

God knows the amount of stuff I filter out because they either make me uncomfortable or are just not my cup of tea; Be it either something potentially triggering or just a shipp I'm not into. It's fucking amazing, we can go straight for the stuff we love. From filtering out the ones we don't want to see, to going straight to our favorite ones.

Please, use the tag system, it exists for that very reason. And for the few fics the slip through the filtering for lack of proper tags? Just ignore them. Hell, you can even mute writers. So just keep swimming!

AO3 is such a precious gift made from fan to fan, so let's cherish it properly instead of using it for hate. It's like a buffet from the Gods; Take your favorite food and ignore the ones you don't like to eat. Cuz' you don't stop in the middle of a restaurant just to point at the food you don't like and, what? Fight the cooks for having cooked them??? NO!! You let them cook! AND EAT YOUR FAVORITE FOOD!! CUZ THEY HAVE THAT TOO!!

heard someone say archive of our own should install a "dislike" button and I thought I should say this: no, there's absolutely no need for archive of our own to install a "dislike" button.

why? because archive of our own isn't tiktok or youtube or twitter/x where users can monetize their content. archive of our own is a nonprofit site run by fans for fans, which means every content — every fanfic — you see on archive of our own was made out of pure love and passion from the artists/authors.

ao3 authors write because writing about these characters is their happiness and passion. they write for themselves, but they were generous enough to share with you their creations.

they're not "content creators" the way tiktokers or youtubers or instagram models are. they don't "make content" for views and engagements that can be monetized.

so no, you don't get to "grade their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "say what you dislike about their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "dislike" works that are not made specifically to please you in the first place. you're just a guest in someone's house, a house in which they let you in because they were kind, you don't get to roam around their house and say what you dislike about their furniture. you don't get to roam around their house and say you "dislike their house".

of course, you can have your opinion about the house its host invites you in. but if it's a negative one and you find yourself not liking the house, the polite things for you to do is excuse yourself and leave without telling them you dislike their house.

and just because you personally dislike the house doesn't mean the house is "ugly" either. the house you dislike could be a favorite, most luxurious place to many others.

my point is, don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that you get to enjoy for free. don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that were made out of love and passion — things the artists made for themselves for fun.

it makes you look like an entitled jerk with main character syndrome. the universe does not revolve around you.

now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.

people are so used to contents that were made because it's a trend / contents like tiktok that were made with the main purpose of reaching high engagement and making profits that they forget sometimes things can be made out of love and be made just for fun. sometimes things are supposed to just be for people to enjoy, and if some people don't enjoy them, then they can simply leave without being unnecessary unkind.

Bucky chuckled at the remark Steve just said, taking a drag from his cigarette. It's a thing they both do while in the tower. They always stand on their own balconies and catch up.

He was about to speak when the balcony door slid open.

A sleepy " Babe?" came from the doorway.

Bucky turned his head to glance over his shoulder, and he smiled at the sight that greeted him.

A half asleep, Peter, wearing only his large henley, was slowly stumbling his way over. Only one eye partly cracked open to see the other still closed. Peter moves stand behind Bucky and presses his face into his back, wrapping both his arms around his waist.

"Come to bed. I need cuddles."

" Yeah? That's what they call it these days?"

Peter snorts a little and squeezes a small hug, giving Bucky's back a couple of kisses.

" I can give you wild ride in the morning. But I wanna cuddle with you tonight. It's too quiet without you. "

" Aw, Doll. You feelin' soft tonight and want pillow talk?"

Peter laughs a little and pulls away from Bucky to head back inside.

" That line might have worked back in your day but not on me. I'm tired, and I need your snoring to put me to sleep. "

" I don't snore,"

" Sure babe, don't be too long. Night Steve."

" Uh.. night Peter."

The door slides shut again, and Bucky frowns at it before looking back at Steve.

" I don't snore."

Steve raises his hands up in an ' I don't know ' gesture.

" You snored before the war... maybe you're just relaxed enough to... snore again."

" Shut it, punk. If anyone snores, it's you."

" Well, uh... 'babe' when did this happen? Does Tony know?"

Bucky points at Steve after putting his cigarette out.

" Not a word."

And then he opens the sliding door to his room and just as quietly closes it behind him. Steve is left alone on his own balcony, staring at the spot. Bucky just was out.

" Shit "

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

the first time Tony realized he wanted to kiss Peter was on a winter night when he was driving the boy home and they were so busy talking that Tony hadn't noticed he'd followed the boy out of the luxury car and walked him to the entrance of his apartment. they were standing under the dim light that flickered every couple of seconds, the cold air making Peters cheeks a pretty pink just as pink as his puffy lips. he had the sudden urge to lean forward and press their lips together in a soft kiss, the feeling almost too much with how it took over his body.

the first time he realized he wanted more than to place his lips on the boys was in the spring. Tony threw an Easter party, mainly an excuse for everyone to gather around and catch up. They were all outside, gathered in groups chatting away around the large yard. Clint's kids were racing around in a game of tag and that's when he spots Nathaniel running to Peter and begging him to join and he does without hesitance. He watches with dazed filled eyes as the boy chases the children around and his heart feels warm. The sound of the childish laughter and soft atmosphere gave him a wave of happiness, what if he had this life with Peter?

the first time he truly notices the boys beautiful figure was in the summer. they were working down in the lab and peter wore a light blue, fitted tank top that showed off his broad shoulders and thick muscles. it was far too hot for Tony to comment on his clothes but he couldn't pull his eyes away from Peters arms, they flexed as he moved and there was a light sheen of sweat on his pale skin. Tony wanted to lean forward and trail his hands over what he can only assume are abs under his shirt, maybe even let his tongue trail over them until he's swirling it over the head of his--he needs to calm down. with a deep breath, Tony turns back to his own work but his eyes glance over to the boy more often than not.

the first time Tony gives in is in autumn. they are walking along the busy New York park and Peter takes the time to purposefully step on the crunchy leaves, eventually encouraging Tony to join him in the silly act. it wasn't often that the older man would give in to these type of things but it was becoming more often occurance when he was around Peter, he made him comfortable enough and it was clear he wanted Tony to do something as small as crunch leaves with him. it's when they come up to a small puddle that Tony shakes his head saying he wouldn't splash in the water and his shoes were too expensive for that but Peter is grabbing his hands and tugging him into the small pool and then playfully stomping his feet. It took a couple more stomps but eventually Tony is cracking a smile and his own foot is hitting the water and splashing it lightly. there's soft laughter being shared between the two and then they locked eyes. that's when Tony can longer hold back his desire, he's cupping Peters cheek and gently pulling him into a kiss underneath the yellow and orange leaves.

Peter who’s never really been able to date because of his powers but tried not to talk about it because he’s insecure about it, and finds it embarrassing.

Virgin Peter who can’t even remember the last time he was kissed.

Peter who’s romantically and sexually stunted and knows it’s not healthy to get his emotional fulfillment from rom coms and books but that’s all he can do.

Peter who’s so naïve romantically, sexually. He knows of the horrors of this world and the universe but doesn’t know when he’s getting played.

Peter who gets so love sick with his crushes. Who yearns so badly, who can act on it for one reason or another but it’s so, so obvious. The wide eyes and loving looks, the sweet softness in his voice.

And the team knows it well by now, the phases of a Peter Parker super crush. The build up, when it hasn’t hit him yet but they’re watching him fall. The “she’s so nice” “he looks different, did he get a haircut?” “He’s so funny” phase. Then the crush itself. The crush that only grows deeper and deeper. The soft sighs, the head on his hand. The puppy dog eyes. The ‘obsession’. Maybe it’s brutal to call it that, but he becomes absorbed. And then the break. He realizes it’ll never happen and it breaks. And he’s sad, he’s mopey, little gives him joy. It’s an honest to god depression.

And when his newest crush is on Bucky, well. People talk. It’s the talk of the tower. It’s patronizing towards Peter and he doesn’t appreciate it.

Bucky noticed. Sure. Peter got more present. He’s everywhere suddenly. He’s sweeter, as if he wasn’t already the sweetest thing. He’s so obvious. Bucky can’t not notice it, even if he doesn’t acknowledge it more than a soft smile and a kind word.

Peters his friend- he’s all of their friend. And he’s the only one who seems to remember that fact right now.

It’s tactless, it’s disrespectful and worst of all it’s unkind. And he’s comfortable telling everyone to shut the fuck up about it.

The problem is, Peter’s thing… it’s working on him. Not that he can say it.

Bucky’s in the gym. It’s a hell of a gym in the tower. Sure weights aren’t doing a damn thing for half of them, but the facilities are immense. Super-heavy bags that he won’t knock off their stand, expansive facilities for sparring and mobility work and drills. There’s also a lovely meditation and yoga room.

And Bucky finally snaps one day in their little meditation circle. Some of them with… foggier brains like to meet regularly, meditate and commissariate. It’s a big group.

And Peter, sweet Peter, walks past the glass walled room on his way to the bags and grins and waves, sweet genuine Peter.

And that’s when the comments start. And Bucky’s had enough.

“Where are you going, Barnes?”

“To ask Peter out and shut everyone the fuck up” he grumbled.

literally him

👀

Peter climbs in through the window at 4am, being as quiet as possible so as to not wake Steve up. He quietly steps out of his suit and changes into his pyjamas and tiptoes across the bedroom to climb into bed, when his heart almost leaps out of his chest. He hadn’t realised Steve had been sitting on the edge of the bed in the darkness. Peter’s heart races as he turns on the lamp and speaks breathlessly, his voice high.

“Hey! What- uh, why are you just sitting there? It’s 4am!”

Steve glances up at Peter, and Peter can see how tired and worried the man looks. When Steve speaks, it’s in a low whisper.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “I was worried.”

“About me?”

“Who else?”

Peter feels warmth in his chest at Steve’s words. He kneels in the floor between Steve’s legs and takes his hands gently.

“Hey, listen, I’m fine okay? I do this all the time.”

Steve lets out a nervous laugh, looking down into Peter’s eyes with love and worry. “I know you can take care of yourself. I know you’re out doing good, protecting people, being Spider-Man. I get that. But I still can’t help worrying about you.”

“What is it that you worry about?” Peter asks softly. The way Steve is looking at him is making his heart melt. He’s never been looked at this way in his life.

“You’re just a baby…” Steve whispers, holding Peter’s hands tightly as if to never let go ever again,

Peter lets out a soft laugh. “I’m 18.”

“You’re my baby,” Steve murmurs. “If anything happened to you-”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise. I swear I’m always careful. If I got into any real danger I’d run and get backup. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I love and trust you more than anything and the fear of losing you is driving me crazy, Peter.“

“What would you have me do differently? I- I don’t want you to ever have to worry. Let me know what I can do.”

Steve pulls Peter up to a standing positing and then pulls him closer so Peter’s sitting on his lap. Peter smiles and wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

“I want to keep you here with me in this bed forever and never let you leave,” Steve says quietly, closing his eyes. “Would you like that?”

Peter smiles. “I would. But-”

“-But you’re a superhero. The most adorable superhero I’ve ever met, by the way,” Steve lightly kisses Peter’s cheek. Peter giggles softly holds onto Steve tighter.

“But you have a duty. And who am I to stop you?” Steve continues.

“I also have a duty as your boyfriend to not keep you up all night worrying about me,” Peter says. “I don’t have to patrol at night. One of the best things about being Spider-Man is that I can pick and choose when I work.”

“I can’t ask you to-”

“I’m offering. In fact, it’s non-negotiable. No more night patrols unless I know something is going to happen. I won’t make you stress, okay? Don’t want your age to catch up to you,” Peter says, giving Steve a playful smile.

Steve laughs and nods. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”

“So it’s settled,” Peter says.

“I love you,” Steve murmurs, leaning in closer.

“I love you too-”, Peter is cut off when Steve closes the gap between them, kissing Peter softly and tenderly. Peter lets out a content sigh and kisses back, feeling his heart race in his chest. Everything feels so perfect, and Peter knows in this moment that he never ever wants to cause Steve to worry about him again.