And you know he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. Only Nebula knows, and she’s not too willing to divulge that kind of information. The others end up hearing the message, and they’re oh so relieved that they were able to get to Tony before time ran out.
But then Bruce points out that the message said the oxygen was going to run out the day after. The metadata shows the message was recorded 2 weeks before they found him.
Summary: When one of the Avengers finds a girl fleeing from her past, her only option is to trust them to help her. What they did not know was that this decision would change everyone’s life forever. Especially Tony’s.
A/N: Okay, I’ve been thinking about writing this for a long time ago, and it’s finally here! Hope you guys enjoy and tell me what you think! If you wanna be tagged just send me a ask!
You’re running as if your life depends of it, and stopping to think, it really does, so you run, like never before. Ignoring the complains of people and the wish of scream. Ignoring everything. You just runs. If she caught you, you’re going to have a fate worse than death.
You keep running, no stop until your lungs can’t take anymore, you start feel dizzy and because of this, your feet get in the way and you hit the ground.
The pain of the impact in your knee make you want to scream, and some people came ask if you’re okay or if you need help, but you don’t hear a word. The voices are too distant, everything seems on slow motion, blood pumping in your ears and your blur vision make everything difficult as you just pray to this people stop touch you.
You had to keep running. You had to keep running until you’re sure she wouldn’t find you.
You stand up slowly, yout knee not helping much with the goal, as long with some people that try to stop you. You push this persons away and start to run again, but this time, limping lightly, with sweat and blood mingling.
After just some minutes more, you can’t anymore, too tired and hurt to continue, you feel like you’re going to faint at any moment, and it’s going to be bad. You can’t risk to be taken to the authorities; you can’t.
Before you could think about to much, you came up against someone, making you and the person fall again, your blur vision prevents you from seeing what man it was.
“I’m sorry, Are you alright?” The man asks, with a strong accent it reassure you. None of her henchmen had accent.
You try to get up again but your body don’t cooperate, so you fall one more time and start feel the darkness, now known, try to reach you.
No! Not now! Please, not now!
“For all Gods, what happened to you?” a tone of urgency reach his voice. You feel the voice halfway close, but so far away at the same time. “Hey, look at me. I think you gonna faint” He try to hold your face, but you push him away immediately. “Okay. Okay. I’m not going to touch you. I’m not gonna hurt you”. He says softly, as the darkness grew closer and closer, and your whole body tremble and everything turn. “But you need help, little one. I’m going to take you to the hospital.”
This words make the desperation grow inside you again, making you look to the unknown man and shake your head frantically; The action only make you feel another wave of dizziness, this time stronger.
“Hey, hey, stay awake. You don’t wanna go to the hospital? Okay.” He seems to think for a few minutes and says “Okay, I’m going to… Hey, little one. Look at me, try to…”
You don’t listen, the weariness overcome you, making you plunge into the scary and familiar darkness.
“…I found her on the street… was running and fall in me. She seemed scared… I could leave… didn’t want me to touch her…”
“… Pretty ugly. Put her here.”
“Hey little one? Can you hear me? Open your eyes?”
“Her knee…”
You open your eyes slowly and as soon as you do, the throbbing pain in your head and knees hit you making you grimace in pain. Soon after, you feel a thing in your nose and only then realize that you have an oxygen mask in your face, which you pulled awkwardly, then you saw the carefully placed bandage around your head, over the cut that once bleed.
The brightness of the place makes your eyes hurt, so you close them quickly, making you feel an irritating wave of nausea.
You try to open your eyes one more time, and this time isn’t so hard. It hurts a little, but you blinks a few times trying to readjust the focus to examine the place that you’re in. When you vision isn’t hurting so much, you look around.
You’re in a white room with medical equipment around. A hospital.
Damit! I asked to that guy to not bring me here! I have to get out of here. Like, now.
You put your feet out, rising quickly, losing some of the balance, but soon recovering, looking around again, and approaching the immense glass window overlooking the whole city.
It’s a big hospital. With a little luck they won’t see me.
You go to the door and open it slowly, facing a large hallway with others many doors.
What a quiet Hospital. Hospitals aren’t supposed to be noisy? And it’s so big… Well, it’ll be more easy than I thought.
When you’re going to take the first step out of the room, you hear voices.
“Friday said she woke up” A male voice says.
“Is she okay?” Another male voice asks.
“I don’t know, she seemed pretty scared.” The guy with accented responds.
Fear invade you with full force as she close the door quickly, looking around for somewhere, anywhere to hide, and the only thing you see is a wall that who enters the room can’t see. You run there and lean back, hoping not to be seen.
You hear a knock in the door. “Hi, we coming.” The familiar voice froze your spine.
Oh, no.
They open the door and don’t see you, which give them urgency in his voice.
“Where is she?”
Oh no, this is much worse.
“Kid, it’s okay, we not going to hurt you.” You hear the voice you know very well from the television.
You see a boy of your age walking towards you and standing in front of you, the brown eyes never leaving yours.
Oh, fuck me.
“Mr. Stark.” The boy calls and the two men are now in front of you.
This is bad. This is very, very bad.
“Hi, I’m Loki, this is Stark and Peter, you’re safe now.” The accent man introduce himself.
You close your eyes tightly, trying desperately to find a solution to what was to come.
“It’s okay kid. You’re in the avengers tower.” Stark says with a worried expression.
I have to find a way to get out of here pretty soon.
AMAZING, ICONIC, GROUNDBREAKING, INSPIRATIONAL AND I LOVE IT AND I AM HAVING SOME V STRONG TONY STARK FEELINGS AND I AM BLESSED
LIke listen, Tony Stark is a powerful and important and strong man, that much everyone can agree on
And sometimes, god, sometimes he just wants you to take control
He wants to not have to think about everything that’s happened and everything that’s looming over him
He just wants to see you, hovering over him with dark, domineering eyes and that smirk playing at the corners of your lips
He wants to feel your hand sliding up his inner thigh and ghosting your hand over his cock
He needs you, with your hands firmly against his chest, to take what you want from him
He’s already trying to buck his hips against you, his lips are parted and the poor thing is already on the edge just from the slightest touch from you
He knows better by now to not reach for you when you’re taking control like this but he can’t help himself Tony STark is 4395834% a brat so jot that down so he moves to run a hand down your side but you quickly put him back in his place
He feels like he might come on the spot when you tell him that he can look but ‘oh no, you don’t deserve to touch me yet, daddy’
And fuck, he just looks so good when he’s completely under your control like this
You’re both damn near dizzy from the sensations of his bare skin against the pale lace that’s barely covering you and he’s hanging on every move you make
He’s begging for you like he’s a teenage boy again and you’re the first girl to touch him
And when he can’t help himself and a snarky quip falls from his lips?
You give it right back with a stern tone while grinding your hips against his
“Ah ah ah, did I say you could speak?”
You’re the only one who gets to see him like this: writhing underneath you with flushed cheeks, wild hair, and heavy breaths
It’s a gorgeous contrast to the way the rest of the world sees him
When you finally settle yourself on his cock, the most obscene groan falls out of his mouth
And you leave him on the edge for hours, letting him build himself up while he’s inside you then just stopping, sitting on his lap with his dick still inside you with this sickly sweet grin on your face and a playful taunt on the tip of your tongue
“Oh, were you getting close, babe?”
God, he can’t believe how lucky he got when he found you … even if you make him wait to cum
Also hi real quick let’s talk about how Tony would 23901% use his tech in the bedroom and how he would nearly cum on the spot when you turned around and used said tech on him
How angsty are you feeling about writing for Tony stark? I have one; an apprentice!reader X Tony (platonic, age wise she’s a few years older than Peter) in which the reader helps to make upgrades to his suit and something happens in the lab be it a mini explosion or she gets a body part injured from the sharp metal plating, and because something went wrong in the lab she panics and thinks she’s disappointed Tony but he’s used to things like that happening, so he just comforts her 🙂
Please don’t plagiarize my work – I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first – but even then I might say no.
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The blast had hit you directly in the chest, knocking you back.
It all had happened so quickly. One minute, you’d been doing some repairs and upgrades to Tony’s Ironman suit. And the next you felt yourself practically flying backwards, slamming against the far wall with a loud groan. Your ears rang because of the explosion and you felt your vision blur from the force of it all.
Coughing, you raised your arm, covering it over your mouth as you tried to push yourself up to your feet. But the moment you did, you felt a sharp pain run through your entire left leg. With a cry of pain, you slumped back against the wall, moving your gaze down to your leg where you saw a piece of the metal plating from Tony’s suit sticking out of both your leg and ankle.
“Shit,” you cursed, eyes narrowed in discomfort as you tried to assess the injury to the best of your ability. It wasn’t easy, especially given you knew nothing about how to deal with a situation like this. So, with a deep sigh and a whimper of pain, you let your head fall against the wall, surveying the damage you’d done to Tony’s lab.
Not only was a huge chunk of Tony’s suit missing, but smoke filtered the air because of the explosion. Shards of metal were everywhere and electricity sparked from within his suit.
Jesus, you really messed up.
You felt your entire body tense when you heard footsteps, two pairs, and your name being called worriedly. You tried to, once again, push yourself up to your feet in a desperate attempt to try and clean up the mess you’d made to the best of your ability, but it was to no avail. As soon as Tony and Pepper arrived in his lab, you fell back against the ground with a cry of pain, slumping against the wall.
Tony and Pepper’s eyes filtered across the room, lips parting in bafflement. And you absolutely hated the way Tony’s eyes fell with discouragement at the sight of one of his suits ruined.
It was when you sighed did both Tony and Pepper remember you were here, and the moment Tony saw the state you were in, he ran to your side.
“Oh God,” you heard Pepper gasped, voice cracking with worry; “Y/N!”
She moved to run towards you, like Tony had, but he bellowed; “careful! Stay there,” he warned, making his way carefully through the many shards of metal over to you.
The moment Tony reached you, you practically felt like you could curl up into a ball and cry. You were so embarrassed and disappointed in yourself for making such a silly mistake and ruining everything.
“Hey, kid,” Tony called, hand falling on your leg to observe the wound. “You okay?”
You didn’t say anything, just shut your eyes as your lips begun to tremble.
“Y/N,” Tony called once again, worry flooding his gaze. “Hey, you okay? Y/N!”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes to meet his own. You watched as his lips parted, tears streaming down your cheeks as you mentally berated yourself. “I screwed everything up,” you huffed, “I ruined your suit, your lab, and it’s my fault. I’m-”
“It’s okay, kid,” Tony interrupted, his voice soft with the utmost sincerity. Your lips parted in bafflement, eyes widening as you met his own.
“Wh-What?”
“I’m not mad,” he shrugged, glancing at Pepper briefly, “i’m more worried than anything.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, turning to your leg, “it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
“It’s gonna hurt when I pull it out.”
“Wait, wh-”
A scream left your lips as Tony ripped the larger slate of metal out of your leg, barely giving you breathing time before pulling the one in your ankle out. Your hands slapped against the floor next to you, bracing yourself as you panted heavily, your heart practically pounding against your chest.
“Tony!”
“She’s okay,” Tony called, nodded, “she’s all good.” Turning to you, he pushed himself up to his feet, his arm coming around your shoulders to help pull you up. “Come on,” he soothed, “we should get this checked out.”
“For God’s sake, Tony, you could’ve done more damage.”
“It’s okay,” you whispered, nodding at Pepper. Turning your head to Tony, you let it fall against his chest, appreciating the moment of warmth you felt flood through you.
You missed the shocked, but content look that passed over Tony’s face and the smile that fell on Pepper’s lips as she regarded the both of you.
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Steve: Generally knocks. Unless you seem upset, in which case he will show up with cookies and a soft “hey” and straight up walk through your door like a sad golden retriever on a mission.
Bruce: Also lets you have your privacy, but gets worried if you lock yourself in for far too long. Will slip tiny notes underneath the door just to make sure you’re doing okay.
Thor: Will try to spy on you via Heimdall. (But only if he’s very worried, which doesn’t happen often). He’ll knock the fuckin door down with stormbreaker if you’re late for dinner, though.
Natasha: Would rather have you leave the door open, but only because she doesn’t want you hiding anything from her. Doesn’t mind if you close the door. If she hears crying, though, (and she will, her ears are freakishly sharp) she just might shoot the door off its hinges, demand to hear what happened, and use it to murder beat up the person who hurt you
Tony: Won’t barge in but will vaguely threaten you/bribe you/pester you until you come out if you stay inside for more than an hour at a stretch. May also ask Peter to spy on you through your window. Peter does it with a million apologies and also because Tony threatened to take his suit away again.
civil war but when zemo says the trigger words bucky goes into factory reset mode and starts speaking spanish like buzz lightyear in toy story 3
we need to let this post die now thank you
Never
Not Spanish but Russian like that’s what happened but instead of following orders he goes to save Tony ¯_(ツ)_/¯
no but then it’s not like buzz lightyear in toy story 3
Bucky sees Steve and he does this shit
and then this is Bucky with Tony
i’ll do you one better:
STEPH IM CRYING
You all know what I’m about to do
“I don’t… think that did what he wanted it to do.“ Tony frowned, tilting his head to the side.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve demanded.
Tony glanced down at the man, the… whatever the hell he was, who was a double agent. “Rogers, he clearly did something to Barnes, but I don’t think that-” Tony gestured to Bucky- “was his intended outcome!”
“Well, what was?” Steve slammed a hand down on the table the man was handcuffed to. “What. Was?”
The man looked up with a hard glare. “To see an empire fall.”
Tony stared at Bucky who was… well, Tony didn’t really know what he was doing. Bucky was walking around, making weird arm motions, giving everyone the crazy eye. No agent seemed to be brave enough to approach him. “It’s like you sent him into factory reset mode.”
“So you were responsible,” T’Challa cut in. “For my father’s death?”
The man tilted his chin up. “I’m sorry about your father. He was a casualty caught in the crossfire of a different war.” The man glared at Tony and Steve. “Much like my family was.”
“What’s this about?” Sam folded his arms. “What’s your game, man?”
“Their war,” He continued to stare at Tony and Steve, “killed my family. Innocent lives. Sokovia. Do you remember them? Can you list the name of every innocent civilian you killed that day?” He shook his head. “I am Baron Zemo. My family was killed, by you. I had hoped to tear yours apart in return. I had hoped I’d get the missing piece to my puzzle from him,” Zemo looked at Bucky, “but I was not expecting this.”
“Missing piece?” Tony shook his head. “What missing piece?”
Steve cleared his throat. “You know, don’t you?” He asked Zemo. “You know The Winter Soldier…” Steve took a deep breath. “You know The Winter Soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark.”
“What?” Tony hissed, head filling with static.
Steve faced him. “I’m sorry, Tony. I didn’t- I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Zemo nodded. “I wanted to use that against you. To make empires fall.”
Tony took a long, deep breath. “Okay Rogers, I’m royally pissed at you, but I’m gonna hold it in, so we can properly deal with him.”
“Okay.” Steve nodded. “Okay. We can… talk about this later, I promise. Sam, can you watch Zemo?” The ‘and T’Challa’ part went unsaid. Tony had been side eye-ing the furious king the entire conversation, making sure he didn’t spaz.
Sam nodded.
Steve and Tony walked over to where Bucky was sitting on a table, chair on his head, glaring at terrified agents.
“Sir,” One agent walked over to Tony. “We don’t know what to do, he’s unstable and I think he managed to grab a gun-”
“Yeah, we’ll handle it.” Tony patted the agent on the back thoughtlessly.
“Buck,” Steve called out. “Come on, let us help you. Give us a hand, here.”
Bucky promptly took off his left arm and threw it at Steve. Tony watched the metal arm clatter to the ground at Steve’s feet and couldn’t hold back a snort. At least this Bucky Barnes had a sense of humour.
“Who goes there?” Bucky hissed in perfect Russian, accent and all. He pulled out his gun. “Friend? Or foe?”
Oh dear god. If Tony didn’t get killed by The fucking Winter Soldier, he was going to die laughing his ass off.
“Something in between, I think,” Tony answered in Russian.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, taking the chair off his head to creep over towards Tony with awkward steps. He was… sliding across the floor, almost, gun still trained on Tony. It was taking every ounce of willpower to keep Tony from losing his fucking mind.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tony promised. “Let me help you.”
Bucky tilted his head to the side, looking Tony up and down. “Plums?”
Tony wasn’t sure he’d heard Bucky right. “Plums? What?”
“Plums?” Bucky repeated as if saying it again would have it make more sense.
“Sure.” Tony gave a slow nod. “I can get you… plums. All the plums you want.”
Bucky nodded and lowered his gun, snatching his arm from the ground to reattach it. He grabbed Tony by the waist just as quickly, hugging him close.
“Hey!” Steve jumped forward, ready for a fight.
Bucky snarled and threw Tony over his shoulder, making a run for it. “He’s mine!” Bucky howled.
Tony couldn’t hold back his laughter. He was in for a ride.
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