Request: ‘ello love, id like to request an imagine where the reader is Tonys Daughter and she’s fighting with the avengers. So when they were- um, dying or disappearing or whatever, he tries to hold her and she says she was proud she went our fighting or smth
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Nothing’s more hateful
There was a pain, and you glanced down at yourself, trying to find a wound but found nothing. It was impossible. The pain you felt flood you was definitely there, and it was almost deafening. It hurt, so badly. Clutching at your stomach, you turned around, finding Tony’s eyes already on you.
“Dad,” you rasped, voice cracking. “There’s…” You hesitated a moment, taking a step forward. “There’s something wrong. It-It hurts…” You felt your knees give out from beneath you, and suddenly you were plummeting. Tony caught you in his arms, his own knees sliding across the rough terrain below the both of you. In the midst of your panic, you realized he’d yet to say anything.
Glancing up at your dad, and seeing the look in yours eyes, you realized one thing. You were dying.
than failing
You didn’t know how or why. But you could just feel it, and the panic in Tony’s eyes only confirmed it. You didn’t want to die though, and you felt your eyes water at the reality of it. This hardly felt fair. You were just a kid.
And oh God, the burning would just not stop.
You raised your hand, desperately reaching out for Tony’s own. He grabbed it, and you were in too much discomfort to notice the great deal of emotional turmoil on your father’s face. Instead, you felt your breath get caught in your throat and you watched as the hand that had once gripped your father’s turned into dust.
to protect
You wanted him to say something. You wanted to hear your father’s voice one final time. But you knew you wouldn’t. Everything was happening so quick, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what this was doing to him. Tony blamed himself for everything, and you dying would only solidify that.
“Dad,” you rasped, feeling your eyes grow unimaginably heavy. You just wanted to close them… “I’m happy,” you whispered, “I got to fight by your side. Just once…”
With those finally words, you felt yourself leaving. Your eyes never left Tony’s, remaining stuck to his gaze as your face slowly dispersed into ashes.
the one you love.
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yes, the quote if from Game of Thrones.
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au where the government incarcerate bucky in a high security secret facility and the avengers just conspire and break him out and when a government official comes to stark tower and is like ‘hey give barnes back’ tony is just like ‘he’s not here’ and the dude is all ‘he is sat right there’ and tony just goes ‘nah thats my cousin sergei’ and the government can’t do anything bc technically bucky barnes has been dead for 70 years and every year the facility gets a christmas card from the tower signed steve, tony, clint, natasha, bruce, thor and ‘cousin sergei’ and the card is just a picture of bucky with reindeer antlers on
the day i see this and don’t reblog is the day i am buried 8 feet under
Gruff daddy Logan who is secretly a softie! Cuts stray fibers with his claws. Opens snacks with his teeth and methodically twirls an adamantium tip in a juice box hole because if he just jams it in there it’s going to explode.
He knows. He’s learned
Wade showing up at Xavier’s with, like, six kids street kids because ‘he found one’ and then ‘they made friends’ and ‘it’s wrong to separate them’
Kurt seeing himself in a devout child who curls up in the pews on a cold, lonely night. Or worse, sees them nabbing a few coins/bills from the collection plate and decides to give them something to eat instead of scaring them off or lecturing them.
He grew up around circus kids. He can take care of them! It’s like second nature!
Steve has unofficially adopted AT LEAST TEN KIDS before he went under the ice. These little scamps somehow always found a way into his shows and were the proudest fans he had (often times walking a long way). He remembers being a scrawny kid from Brooklyn that had to put newspapers in his shoes on cold days and just can’t turn his back on them!
That’s not the way Captain America does things!
He gets people to find their closest living relative (if any) and sets up savings bonds for them. Always carries snacks because someone’s going to need one. Peggy helps him carry around random bundles of clothes to give away.
When he wakes up from the ice and finally gets Buck back? These guys are supportive parent dream team #1! Bucky’s the frank one that tells the truth about the world. Steve attempts to sugarcoat it while indicating Bucky’s right and yes, the world sucks sometimes. Bucky shows the kids that you can’t judge someone for how they look (he looks ‘bad’ but is no longer ‘bad’) and shouldn’t assume that what you hear is right because you don’t know the whole story.
Steve is very encouraging. “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s how he fights.”
Stark doesn’t stop at one kid. He has the money to save so many. He doesn’t want kids to feel the emptiness he felt when his parents died. He doesn’t want to see society kill the light in their eyes.
Their hopes. Their dreams.
Stark tends to get attached to the underdogs. The kids who aren’t afraid to tell him to fuck off or outrun him. These kids have ingenuity and fight.
Smarts.
They’ll make it and he wants to help them. He knows they’re putting on a face and he’s ready to be there when they break down.
Soon it becomes a thing, and Stark Tower is like a revolving door for kids.
Especially with the Avengers.
Thor brings little Asgardians down to play and learn about Earth culture. Sometimes Sif or The Warriors Three will join him to tell stories and prove that they are, in fact, real.
Bruce Banner shows up on day, bashful, and says ‘This is Paoloma’. It’s some scrawny, rubble-dusty little girl he found halfway across the world when someone tried to jump him and he Hulked out. She toddled out, not knowing any better, and calmed him down. Hulk got attached to the tiny thing and, well, here he is…
And Clint? Clint’s the worst!
He wants to give all the children a home. When he and Nat go on missions and there’s a kid involved, they usually put them to sleep and drop them off at a relative’s house but more than once Barton has almost bailed and kept the kid with him.
Only Nat and Fury know.
Fury is just aggravated because now it’s like dealing with fifteen Tonys when he visits and some little girl with braids and a bean-filled Mjolnir just tried to hit him in the dick.
Head canon that whenever Natasha is asked sexist questions by the media, the boys just keep going to increasingly ridiculous lengths to get there and answer the question instead.
Reporter: Do you ever feel resentment for this job reducing the possibility of having a family? Bruce, strolling by: I don’t know, I never really thought about having a family to begin with. I prefer spending my time in the company of friends.
Reporter: Do you feel like you have to be super girly to stand out or super masculine to fit in with all the men? Steve, jumping over from his own group of reporters: See, that’s what I love about the 21st century. Lots of room for gender expression however you want. *pointed Disappointed Captain Look*
Reporter: Do you think your emotions ever get the best of you on the field? Thor, landing with Mjolnir: I have spent many years learning to control my pride on the battlefield and not lose my head during a fight. I thank my shield brothers and sister for helping me.
Reporter: How do you come out of a fight looking so fabulous? Tony, flying in on a private helicopter probably: It’s just genetics, dear. I always look fabulous. I looked fabulous while dying.
Reporter: What kind of product do you use in your hair? Bucky, ziplining in from the next building over: L’oreal. *hands out the expertly photoshopped ad Darcy made of him in a L’oreal ad*
Reporter: What kind of diet do you use to stay in shape? Clint, leaping out of an air vent: You know, I’ve been thinking of trying paleo, but this is all natural. Pizza for days, baby. Keeping aliens from destroying the world tends to burn a few calories.
Tony had spent weeks working on this suit, it was specifically
for conventions, and relatively low on weapons, not to mention light weight and
dazzling. It’s the only armor in his arsenal not meant for battles, and
therefore the only one that has both snack compartments, and a laser light
show. He’s absolutely pumped to show it off at comic con San Diego, when a dude
bro in a cheap Captain America cosplay starts talking to him.
“Why on earth would you paint the armor black and yellow? Are
you color blind or just stupid?” The dude bro asks, giving Tony an assessing
look. Tony glances at him before looking around. Clint’s supposed to be meeting
up with him soon. “Not to mention, the proportions are all wrong. Did you
even use a template? What kind of fan are you?”
“Tell him to go away.” Tony asks, hoping Friday can get rid of
the asshole before Clint shows up.
“It’s called creativity, you should try it some time.” Friday
snarks, and Tony notices a creepy glint in the guys eyes, as he steps closer.
“Nice voice.” He says. “I don’t know a lot of girls who cosplay
as Iron Man.” Tony rolls his eyes. “I can help you figure out the suit
proportions, if you’d like.” He offers, and Tony is honestly wondering if this
asshole thinks he’s attractive.
“No, sorry. I like my suit as it is.” Friday retorts. Tony
wishes he had a weapon when the guy leers at him, leaning forward. Tony catches
sight of Clint over the guys shoulder.
“C’mon honey. It needs some serious improvement.” He says
seriously, and Tony is fuming.
“I can’t believe you would talk to someone like that.” He snaps,
the faceplate nearly hitting the asshole when it opens. “You didn’t even
introduce yourself before being a judgmental asshole.” Tony waves his arm
towards him, forcing asshole to jump back or get a metal hand to the gut.
“Mr. Stark?” He asks, shocked. Tony raises an eyebrow at him,
then glances down at himself.
“Appears so. What should I call you? Asshole?” He asks, and the
guy looks affronted. “Oh, don’t pull that shit. You’re an asshole, who was
bullying someone based on an outfit, and then being a creepy ass just because
you thought it was a woman.”
“I’m not creepy!” The guy screeches. Clint stops right behind
him, waiting to see what’s going on.
“Friday, do you think he was
creepy?” Tony asks, the guy crosses his arms.
“Undoubtedly Boss. Not to
mention condescending, and irritating.” She offers, and Tony raises an eyebrow
at him.
“Fucking slayed.” Clint
mutters, the asshole nearly jumps out of his skin. “Piece of advice, if you
wouldn’t say it to Black Widow, don’t say it to a girl.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!”
The guy protests, throwing his arms up in the air. Tony snorts a laugh, and
points to Natasha.
“If you didn’t do anything
wrong, go up to her. That’s Black Widow by the way. Go tell her that her
costume isn’t that good, but you can help her make it better. Make sure you get
really close, and her back is to a wall.” Tony challenges, and the guy’s eyes
go wide. “Now if you honestly believe you could do that without being killed,
then I’ll believe you think what you did was okay, but I don’t think you
believe it.”
“Look, I don’t want any
trouble.” The guy says, and there’s a small crowd gathered around now. Tony
shrugs.
“If you don’t want any
trouble, don’t walk up to people insult them, and then creep on them.” Tony
offers. “It’s really not that difficult to avoid being a massive creep.”
“Roasted.” Clint says, the
asshole storms off muttering about Ironman being an asshole. Tony isn’t
worried, the girl in the Deadpool costume was filming the whole exchange so it
shouldn’t negatively affect his reputation. “Bye assclown!” Clint calls,
turning to Tony. “Natasha is going to kill you when she finds out you told a
guy to go creep on her.” Clint informs him, the blood drains out of Tony’s
face. “C’mon the panel starts in a couple minutes.”
“I’m so dead.” Tony mumbles as Clint drags him towards the conference room.
tony: this is our son, peter
steve: i am aware
tony: this is my other son you never met, harley
steve:
tony: and this is my lovely daughter i met in space, nebula
steve: you can’t just adopt people when you feel sad
in infinity war i need thor to have no idea who peter is but he doesn’t ask, he just sees him using his tech and talking about designing something and interacting with tony, and at some point during the movie thor says to tony, “you should be proud of your son”
and tony’s like, “my what now”
”your son. peter?”
”…he’s not- you thought he was my sON?”
and thor gets like awkwardly defensive and goes “well…you know he has the…the electronics…”
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