Warnings: Drug use (pot), Smut (pegging, fem domme)
Synopsis: Tony Stark is on his 3rd Ph.D. while you struggle through your first. He thinks you don’t like him, which may be true but at a college party you decide to bring him back to your room. A deep discussion about who he is and how he views the world leads to something else.
A/N: Wanted to write pre-Iron Man Tony while he was trying to be the party boy. This is it.
Dorm Rooms
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in a dorm room before,” Tony says, flopping onto your desk chair and spinning on the spot.
Tony Stark is… well annoying mostly. He’s the same age as you and while you are struggling through your first Ph.D. he’s breezing through his third. It’s so ridiculous. Why does anyone need to get three PhDs? Is he just collecting them? He’s also very aware of how smart he is. How good looking he is. How much money he has. The fame that follows him around.
Steve smiles as he opens the card, skimming the pre-printed message before focusing on the carefully blocked letters spelling out I LOVE YOU POPS! and under that, Peter’s well-practiced signature. Scooping him up with one arm around his waist, Steve lifts his son and hugs him tight, pressing a kiss to Peter’s messy hair. “Love you too, Petey,” Steve says, just the barest hint of choked up emotion coloring his tone.
Behind them, the elevator pings and the doors slide open silently to emit Tony, who’s already shedding the Armani armor of Tony Stark to reveal a well-worn band tee underneath, his press-smile fading into the softer lines of his Peter-smile. “Where’s my Petey-pie? I was promised a mega-awesome card to commemorate this momentous day, and I’ve tried to wait, but the anticipation is just too much! I must have it!” he declares as he walks up to them and quickly catches Peter when he wiggles out of Steve’s arms to loop his arms around Tony’s neck.
“On the counter! Look, look!” Peter squeals. He leans back from Tony’s chest in the direction of the kitchen, and Tony has to follow where he’s slinging his weight or risk dropping their spider monkey. Tony manages to prop Peter up on the edge of the counter top as soon as they’re in range, and Steve follows them over so he can peek over Tony’s shoulder while he opens his card, already suspecting a theme for the day given his own.
Sure enough, Tony pulls a blue card from the envelope with Daddy scrawled across the front, Steve’s shield emblazoned on the cover. From the corner of his eye, Steve can just catch the twitchy smile on Tony’s face as he tries to hold in a laugh.
“You were absolutely right, Pete. This card is fabulous!” Tony exclaims.
Bare feet flailing out in front of him, Peter chirps, “You hafta read it, Daddy!”
Tony obligingly opens the card, and Steve can see that Peter wrote in Tony’s just as painstakingly as he did in Steve’s card. When Tony glances back over his shoulder at Steve, one eyebrow raised in question, Steve holds up his red card with the Iron Man helmet on the front.
Tony twists around to slump against the counter next to Peter and side-eyes him teasingly. “You didn’t mix these cards up did ya, munchkin?” he asks, waving his card in the direction of Steve’s.
“No!” Peter replies with a giggle.
“So how come I got the Cap card then?”
“’Cause Cap’s your favorite!” Peter declares, smiling wide and bright. “And Iron Man is Pops’ favorite! You’re each other’s favorites!”
It’s weird to feel equal parts like he’s about to laugh and about to cry, Steve finds. He steps over so that he can prop his hip against the counter on Peter’s other side and drops his head down to rest his cheek on the crown of curls. “Pretty sure you’re our favorite,” Steve says quietly, sharing a teary-eyed look with Tony over Peter’s head.
“Well, duh. But the stores don’t make Peter cards yet.”
Tony cackles happily at Peter’s matter-of-fact proclamation, and Steve has to pull them both in close and just hold them before his heart overloads with love.
Bucky: *looks around* Honestly, considering what I have done during my life, I expected *sits down* hell to be a little less comfortable! *turns to Peter* Did you ever do something bad Spider-boy!
Peter: I once skipped class, Mr. Barnes.
Bucky: Savage!
Sam *turns to the Guardians*: Who the hell are you guys?
Quill: We are the Guardians of the Galaxy
Sam: Well, you are doing a shitty job man. I just died.
Peter: Same
Bucky: Me too
Mantis: I did too.
Quill: Mantis you are supposed to be on my side!
Sam: T’challa are you okay over there?
T’Challa, rocking back and a fort a few feet away: Fine. Just having an existential crisis.
Sam: Man, you can’t have an existential crisis if you don’t exist anymore!
Peter: *does the finger pointing at head meme*
Peter: Aunt May is going to kill me!
Bucky: You live with your aunt?
Peter: Yes, Mr. Barnes.
Sam: Why do you call him “Mr. Barnes”?
Peter: I like his metal arm, Mr. Falcon.
Bucky: Speaking of arms, hey T’Challa, do you want the metal arm back..I kind of… don’t need it anymore!
T’Challa: Keep it!
Bucky: Life is strange… One minute you’re a soldier, the next a brainwashed assassin, then a semi-stable soldier assassin running from the law and now a semi-stable dead soldier.
Peter: That… was wild… from start to finish
Strange and Wanda looking at a piece of paper discussing whether they can find a way to escape the soul realm
Sam: Hey wizards, this is no time to discuss your Hogwars rejection letter!
Strange and Wanda, looking at Sam with murder in their eyes.
Bucky: Sam, if you get yourself murdered in this realm too, I am not explaining it to Steve
Mantis: Humans are weird
Drax: No wonder Quill is this fucked up
Quill: Hey!!!
Perfection
Wanda and Strange being best friends is my jam
Sam: Well, you are doing a shitty job man. I just died.
Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
kingofmemes posted:
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now
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