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Favorite Tony & Peter 5+1 fics??
boi.
my fav???
only one?
i’ll tell you my fav:
Complete
5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid by parkrstark
Five Times Peter Said “Sorry” to Tony Stark by AgentNerd
The 5 Times Tony Stark helped Peter Parker’s Reputation. (And the One Time Peter Helped His.) byDeductionIsKey
5 Times Peter Parker Didn’t Hug Tony Stark by myglassesaredirty
Give All My Secrets Away by YouAreTheBrightest234 (TransLucas) (5 times Peter hid something from Tony and the one time Tony hid something from him.)
5 Times Peter Acted Older than he Was by RandomFanfictions
5 Times Everyone Thought Spider-Man was Iron Man’s Favorite Superhero by madasthesea
Five Times Peter was Tony’s Son and One Time Tony was his Dad by prettyholland
5 Times Peter Parker Saved Tony Stark by madasthesea
5 times it wasn’t a hug and the 1 time it was by parkrstark
5 Times Peter Fell, and Tony caught him. And the 1 Time Tony didn’t. by eva7673
5 Times Tony Thought Peter Was In Trouble by JBS_Forever
Sickdays Day 4: Not the Norm, Vol. 2 by occasionalspiderfiction (SemiRetiredAuthor), sickficlurker (SemiRetiredAuthor) (5 Times Peter Struggled with Spider Metabolism, +1 Time Tony Helped.)
5 Times Peter Didn’t Say He Was Struggling…And The One Time He Did by Bladam_Shevine
5 Times Peter Needed Tony Stark by hopelesslywanderlust
5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing
5 Times Peter Pretended To Be Tougher Than He Was by grilledcheesing
5 Times Tony Didn’t Need To Worry About Peter by grilledcheesing
Five times Peter Accidentally Called Tony Dad, and The One Time Tony Called Him Son. by RikkiBarnes
Five times Peter called Tony “Dad” and one time Tony called Peter “son” by Blissful_Rain
New Addition by Sweet Little Darling (5 times Tony was protective of Peter and the 1 time he couldn’t protect him.)
Surviving Superheroism by spiderstan0spiderstan (Five small ways Tony Stark helped Peter Parker survive super-heroism, and one time Peter helped him.)
Not complete
5 Times Tony Discovered Something About Peter by thesunrises (It’s not complete yet but it is very good.)
Five Times Peter Called Tony Dad by Ervin1182
5 Times Peter Parker Disobeyed Tony Stark by LannieBae
5 Times Peter Thought Tony Was Mad by caraminha
Carry on Wayward Son by TinyButFierce (Five times the Avengers didn’t meet Tony’s kid and the one time they did.)
Erratum by itsjennasaisquoi (five times Team Cap screwed up + one time they did okay. Tony is very cute in here.)
Five Times Peter Thought Tony Was Going For A Hug, And One Time He Was byChasingAfterMidnight
5 times peter clung to tony by parkrstark
Five Times Peter Didn’t Listen to Tony by LocalGoddess
Spiderman Homecoming - Oblivious by OnlyEscape (5 times people can see the definition of father and son in Tony and Peter.)
Spiderman Homecoming - The Little Things by OnlyEscape (5 times Tony hates Peter’s quirks. And the 1 time Tony loved every little thing about Peter.)
5 Times Peter’s Mental Illness Made Him Stumble And The 1 Time He Refused To Falter by losingmymindtonight
5 Times Tony Regretted Peter’s Enhanced Senses and The 1 Time They Saved Their Lives by losingmymindtonight
Similar
Welcome to the Family by FriendLey (Peter Parker spends time with Tony’s family.)
I Think Clint Was Right by prettycheese21 (Or that time Clint eavesdropped on a few conversations, came up with a conspiracy theory, and convinced the other Avengers to go along with it. This is close enough to 5+1 things, but SO GOOD.)
This is everyone’s favorite trope, I’m sure there’s more. I will continue adding as time goes by and I remember more. Thanks for asking ;))))))
Fav iron dad fic?
WELL…
THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG…
lmaoooo
really long.
BUT! HERE:
Thunder and Lightning by ObservationalObsessive
The darkest hour is just before the dawn by StarryKnight09
I Didn’t Actually Mean That: A Tony Stark Story by dramatisecho
i see myself (in you) by parkrstark
close to my heart, never to part by parkrstark (THIS GIRL THO, always making cry in every single one of her fics, I SWEA-)
5 times Tony showed off Peter, and 1 time Peter showed him off byDoctorsBadWolf
Omnia Ex Nihilo by Daniela_is_not_amused
He’s known as jr. by InterPlanetaryGirl
What They Saw by yesyeshyes
Role Model by ElodieTheFangirl
how to train your superhuman quasi-son by nasa
Weak Spot by grilledcheesing
He’s My… Intern? by losingmymindtonight
i’m the satellite (and you’re the sky) by CamelotQueen
How to Repair a Broken Heart by InfluentialPineapple
and… pretty sure there’s more. MORE.
So anyways, thanks :))))))
Do you or any of your lovely followers happen to know of any Cinderella-eqsue fics? I know of 'Soon As I Held You' by Morrezela on AO3, but that's all I've been able to find. I'm a complete sucker for fairytale AUs! TY in advance <3
Fairytales are the best! I’m literally stunned there are not many listed (featuring bottom Bucky anyway).
Here’s a couple of Cinderella au’s:
The Perfect Fit - by Heartzkittens
(Cinderella Bucky, Prince Steve, Fairy godfather Thor, Cinderella au)
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Please, Not Another Cinderella Story - by Brixildleon
(WIP since 09.17)
Modern au, High school/College, Cinderella themes, Cinderella Bucky, Musician Bucky, Prince Charming Steve, Actor Steve,
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And some fairy tale fic recs:
The Apple Kerfuffle - by keire_ke
Summary:
Steve always takes a bite of Bucky’s apples. It’s a source of much puzzlement and many questions among the denizens of the Avenger’s Tower, but of course asking why that is the case would violate Sam Wilson’s patented manual, whose main points were detailed in the infamous Super Soldier Therapy for Dummies PowerPoint presentation. When it becomes apparent the habit dates back to the times only Steve’s memory can recall with any measure of reliability, the race to cajole the truth out is on.
Whether the story will be believed, is another matter entirely.
(Flashback story, Snow White theme, 40s stucky, Howling Commandos era, Pre slash, Steve/Bucky, implied feelings, Bucky is the damsel in distress, a poisoned apple, a glass coffin, a castle, and Howlies to the rescue. Also ART! Link in the fic)
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Beast - by ladyshadowdrake
Summary:
A kingdom is in uproar searching for the missing Prince Thor and his team. Heading the search, Captain Steve Rogers is more invested in finding his best friend, Bucky, but when he stumbles onto an abandoned castle in a snowy meadow, he finds a lot more than he bargained for.
(Historical au, Beauty and the Beast themes, castles and magic, Bucky is the beast, Nat and Clint and others are the household furniture/items, Steve is in their castle, magical visuals, curses, pre slash, happy ending)
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A couple of really enchanting Greek myth recs:
Listen to your heart (but don’t say goodbye to me) - by cinnamoncake
Summary:
There is a Hades, and there is a Persephone.
They’re just not the ones you’d expect.
(Greek myth au, and some modern setting, Hades Bucky, Persephone Steve, bottom Bucky implied, switching, happy ending)
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Soul Under Wing - by Togina
Summary:
Bucky’s mother orders him to, for god’s sake (hers, specifically), do something about all the people in love with Steve.
Did I mention Bucky’s mother is Aphrodite?
(Greek myth au, Cupid Bucky, Psyche Steve, implied bottom Bucky, implied switching, happy ending)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN EVERYONE!!!!
Send your requests in! I’ll be waiting to write your wildest dreams into existence!
Mmmmm pretty 🎶❤️
Stark wonder what’s going on, and Quill just want to date Steve’s Exboyfriend (x
THEY ARE TOO CUTE
I LOVE THAT MATCHING SPACE OUTFIT
GET TOGETHER IN MCU PLZ
Imagine a happier MCU au where Peter goes to MIT via Tony's letter of recommendation and is shocked to find out that everyone there only refers to Tony as some variation of "Iron Dude" or "iron guy" but he eventually gets used to it and gets in the habit himself and then super stuff comes up and Peter has to go help and he accidentally calls Tony Iron Dude to his face and then immediately dies inside and cap is there and he never lets Tony live it down and...
Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.
Get A Life
You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense.
“Bruceee.”
“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.
“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…”
“100 million Kelvin… depends.”
“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.
He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.
“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”
You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both.
“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again.
“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,
“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.
Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.
“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”
Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing.
“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.
Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.”
Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.”
“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out.
Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.
You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.
“These are all blank?”
“Yes, they are.”
“What… why would you… what?”
Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly.
You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.
“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.
Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips.
“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”
“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”
“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face.
“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head.
“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach.
With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.
“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you.
“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”
“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk.
“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.
You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.
“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.
You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater.
He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did.
“I’d like you to take a break…”
You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…
“So, I can take you on a date.”
Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”
“Y/N please.”
“Steven, I don’t date.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”
He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”
You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest.
“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”
You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching.
“Please.”
You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.
“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile.
Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body.
Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers
Roped Up
A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage
You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.
“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.
“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.
“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.
He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.
Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.
“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”
“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.
He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.
“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.
“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion
“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.
Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.
Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.
Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.
He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.
“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”
Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.
He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.
He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.
All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.
His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.
“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.
Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.
“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.
He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.
“More” you moaned. It was all he needed
Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.
Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.
The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.
“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,
“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.
“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.
“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.
He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.
He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.
“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.
You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.
Reader adopts a cat to help her boyfriend Captain America, Steve rogers deal with the trauma and nightmares
Soxs
You were woken up to thrashing beside you in bed. Third night in a row. Sweat formed on Steve’s forehead with his face contorted in terror. You rolled over, placing a light hand on his shoulder, he instantly moved into you.
“Hey hey, honey… it’s just a dream.” You patted his head softly as his eyes slowly blinked open.
He let out a large sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing his face.
“Same one?”
“Same one.” He said in a defeated tone.
You rubbed his back soothingly before getting up to get a glass of water from the sink. Handing it to him in bed.
“Thanks honey.” You sat next to him as he took a large gulp, turning back to cuddle into your comforting frame.
As he gently lulled off to sleep in your arms, large arms wrapped around you. You mind wandered to all the things you could do to help your poor guy.
3 WEEKS LATER
You placed the gold box in front of Steve on the couch. Holes punctured in the top and a shiny red bow in the middle.
“What’s this?” He looked up at you curiously.
“Open it.” You smiled, taking a spot next to him.
Steve inched forward, slowly taking off the lid and peering inside the box.
“Oh my goodness.” Steve’s eyes widen in joy at the little ball of fluff, sitting pretty.
The calico kitten let out a small meow, standing on its hind legs and pawing at the walls, desperate to be picked up.
Steve took the small kitten in his large hands, encompassing it carefully as he brought it to his chest. The kitten immediately rubbed his ear against Steve’s jaw, purring at the contact.
“Y/N… you… you didn’t… omg I love him.”
“Her. And you’re welcome. I looked it up and the purr of a cat can help relaxation and healing. So, I thought maybe a couple of kitten kisses will help you sleep through the night.” You beamed at him, your hand going to scratch the little one’s head.
“Her. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” Tears started to form in the captain’s eyes as his heart burst at the ball of fluff.
“Think of her as our first baby.” You winked.
“Gotta name her… what do you think she looks like… Esmerelda, Fluffy, Ariel?”
“How about Soxs.” You grabbed the kittens’ paw, admiring the pattern of fur that gave her four perfect little white blocks.
“Soxs. Perfect.” He turned to you, kissing you on the mouth softly.
The two became inseparable with Soxs taking up permanent position sleeping between your heads at night.
The nightmares stopped but Steve got even less sleep after being woken up at 4am to Soxs wanting breakfast.
She'd follow him everywhere, doing little walks between his legs.
The whole of Avengers loved her, with Stark acting like a villain whenever she'd sit in his lap.
Her favourite place to nap was the Avengers meeting table.
Steve would feed her little slices of ham at dinner, dangling it under the table for her to catch.
A/N: Short and sweet. 😘☘️
I have this platonic request where Steve Rogers is In the future, being on the avengers team, and living in stark tower. Before he joined, he found his little sister, reader In the retirement home. He visits two or three times a week. One day, when he returned from a mission with Sam and bucky. Steve received word from Natasha that his sister passed away. The team comforts him
Family Matters
A/N: Aww this was sad but very sweet! Thank you for your request I hope you liked it.
Steve adjusted his tie in the mirror, picking up the bouquet he made his way to the local retirement centre.
“Hey Steve!” Molly, the friendly nurse welcomed the striking superhero at the front desk.
“Hey Molly, how’s she doing?” Steve smiled nervously at her as they walked down the hall to your room
“For a 88 year old pretty good, I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled, scanning him through the facility and opening the door to the luxurious room.
“This is the 3rd time this week! Shouldn’t you be saving the world or something.” The elderly woman croaked from her bed. Peering her eyes over her book.
“It’s good to see you too SJ.” Steve pulled up the chair next to her bed, grabbing her wrinkly hand in his young ones.
“You look good for someone whose 93.” She smirked at him.
“Yeah, well you were always the better looking one. Mom would always say she saved her best looks for you.”
“She did and I didn’t need no serum for it… just lots of sunscreen and luck!”
Her chuckled at his aging sister. While she may be old, he could still see flashes of her golden locks now camouflaged in a sea of grey locks above her head. They say the eyes don’t age and they were right. Her piercing blue orbs still as bright as the last day he saw them before he went off to war.
“How you feeling sis?” His eyes turned to concern.
“I’m old Steve, I aint supposed to feel like I’m 22.”
“Yeah, I know, I know but how’s your heart? Are they treating it?”
“It’s still pumping, they keep trying to feed me this stupid medication.” She waved her hand at the bedside table, peppered with Rx bottles.
“You gotta take ‘em SJ.” Steve’s tone turned serious as he scolded his sister.
“Like hell I do! Aint no way I’m interfering with God’s plan for me.”
When Steve found out SJ (Sarah Jr) was still alive, his first order of business was moving her out of the crappy government retirement home they shoved old timers in who have no family. He got her a room in the best facility in the country with the best doctors and the best care.
Steve sighed at his sister’s stubbornness. Doctors were doing their best but without her taking the meds she didn’t have long.
“Well, you’re the only family I’ve got left.” Steve grabbed one of the bottles, shaking out two pills into his hand.
“So, I need you to take the pills, Sarah.” She looked at her brother with a scowl.
“Please?” Taking the pills from him she gestured for the water on the bedside table. Swallowing the tablets and then sticking her tongue out at him for good measures.
“Good girl.”
The siblings laughed as they talked about the changing world, family members once here now gone and reminisced on happy childhood memories.
The sun had gone down and visiting hours were almost up. Steve got up to leave, grabbing his jacket from the chair.
“Alright well I’ll see you next Thursday then.”
“Hopefully.” She gave him a soft smile. He went to exit the room
“And Steve?”
“Yeah sis?”
“Thank you for all this. It’s very cushy. I’m glad to have you back.”
Steve walked over back to the bed. Kissing his sister on her forehead.
“It’s good to be back.” He smiled. “Love you, see you next week! And take your goddamn pills woman!”
“Love you too.” She whispered as he left the door.
Exiting the ship with Bucky, Steve was met with a solemn Natasha, Stark and Bruce at the base of the ship.
“What’s with the long faces, we came back in one piece didn’t we.” Bucky quipped.
“Steve, I… it’s… the retirement home called… It’s SJ...” Natasha choked out, holding back tears.
Bucky’s face dropped.
Steve didn’t even respond, walking straight past all of them towards his car, still in full uniform.
“Captain.” Stark went to stop him but Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.
“Let him go.”
Steve raced into the facility, jogging down the halls until he saw a blotchy faced, Molly at his sister’s door.
“Steve, I’m so sorry.”
She stepped aside to let him into the room.
The flowers he brought last week now dead, with fallen petals surrounding the base of the vase.
Her bed now neatly made with a singular envelope on top.
He sat on the bed slowly, patting the now pressed white sheets.
He picked up the letter.
“STEVE” written on the outside in his sisters handwriting.
Opening it slowly, he read the contents.
Steve, I told you I wasn’t going to interfere with God’s plan and our lord has decided it’s my time. While you didn’t age one bit, some of us did and while I know this pains you, life and death must prevail. If momma saw you now, she’d beam with pride, I’ll make sure to tell her how our little Steve has saved humanity time and time again. I don’t have many possessions and no family besides you. So, while I can’t give you anything material to remember me by, you have my eternal gratitude for making sure my last days on earth was some of the happiest of my life. I think the last time I smiled like I did with you was before you left. Tell Bucky, I love him, and he missed out on taking a dime like me out!
While it hurts now, I know you will continue making me proud without me there. I will always be your biggest cheerleader.
I love you Stevie.
Yours truly,
Sarah J Rogers.
Tears fell onto the paper, as Steve sat there, letting it drop to the ground. He wept at the loss of his sister.
Hours later, Steve returned to Stark Towers. The AVENGERS gathered around the table in silence, anticipating his arrival. He entered the room, heads raised waiting for him to speak.
“She’s gone.”
Immediately, they all rose to comfort him. Surrounding him in a warm hug.
“She was the last bit of family I had.” Steve cried out.
“That’s just not true buddy.” Tony interjected.
“We are a family.” Natasha added.
Steve gave the group a soft smile through tears, Bucky coming up to him and embracing him in a hug.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” Comforting him in a hug as Steve fell into his arms. Tears staining the cold shoulder of his metal arm.
The rest of the evening was spent sharing memories of her life as the group laughed and cried, reminiscing on the now gone sister.
“Gosh, If I only I ever told her how much I liked her.” Bucky groaned.
“She knew buddy, she knew.” Steve turned his best friend, smiling.
Heyo! (I didn't know there was a ninjango fandom??) I'd like to ask: Because you're also a fan, do you accept fan made stuff for Spiderman/Peter Parker? I have a little song that I made for him, kinda based on Tony's/Dad's perspective. Would it be okay if I could share it to your blog or tag you in it, please? ^_^
Didyou mean Ninjago? But yeah of course please do! Tag me and I’ll take a listen and share!
Has anyone done this?
In soul-realm:
Peter: *deadpan stares into space* Thanos, I cant believe you’ve done this
Shuri: *gasps*
Peter: *gasps*
*Two Hours Later*
Peter and Shuri: lEt’S dO tHe FoRk In ThE gArBaGe DiSpOsAl
Strange: *turns to camera**mouths* send help
Introducing a new fan to MARVEL pt. 2
There are two major break ups in the Marvel universe.
First we have the great Civil War breakup between Steve and Tony.
Second is the Cuba Beach breakup between Charles and Erik.
Neither are pleasant, both stem from different points of view, and both are commonly ignored.
Happy Birthday Hawkguy!!!!!
Dudes, Dudettes, and all of you in between, I present to youuuuuuuuuu:
The cast list(so far)for HAWKEYE!!!!!
Introducing a new MCU fan to fanfic world
*smiles* Okay, So first we are going to start off with some wholesome spider-son and irondad. After that you can start on that platonic Stucky and ease into the romantic variation. After you’ve read a few Stucky fics, I suggest Stony. Then we have that one straight ship that can be shipped with literally anyone else, Clintasha. What? Oh yeah, just ignore Clint’s family. It rarely exists. So! Ready to start?
I just re watched Avengers 1 and remember how that guy in the warehouse let Bruce borrow a motorcycle no questions asked and had spare clothes on hand? Who else do we know rides a motorcycle and would be old at that time while still being young enough to ride one?
FUTZING STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!!!!
My theory is that motor guy is actually old man Steve. What say you?
Loki will be pleased to know my little sister, when listing the Avengers off to me, called Thor “Loki’s brother, what’s his name.“
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Maximoff & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Peter Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Wendy Maximoff (mentioned), Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff Additional Tags: Time Travel, Pietro Maximoff Lives, Universe Travel, Peter Maximoff in the mcu, Maximoff Family reunion, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, MCU/XMCU crossover Summary:
When 15 year old Peter Maximoff finds himself in an alternate universe and saves his other self from dying, chaos ensues as he joins his new siblings and the Avengers on their wacky adventures.
I’m terrible at summaries, just read the story, I assure you it is better than it sounds.
This is my fist fanfic I’ve posted, let me know what you think!
The reunion that we need :’3
@thorki-and-other-obsessions
sorry for waitin’ my friend <3 i hope you like it
My time has come, millennium The revolution has begun Set it off, set it off, watch it blow This time, rewriting history One life, one fire, remember me Set it off, set it off, watch it blow - Skillet
