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"Steven Rogers, you run off on me again in the middle of an argument, and I swear I'll build a time machine just to go find your mother and complain about your behavior." It was a mostly empty threat, just to keep up appearances. They had no idea why Steve kept stomping off at the most convenient possible times, just at the times that Tony had to run off to go do Iron Man stuff, but they figured it would be suspicious if they said nothing about it. Especially since Steve's excuses had been growing more and more feeble. Maybe he was moonlighting as a photographer or something, trying to catch pictures of all the big events?

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“Look, its not your business what I’m doing,” he snapped before crossing his arms and looking away. Stiff and agitated. He didn’t want to leave really, but it was for the best. He needed to be able to go to work and he couldn’t tell Tony he was a superhero. It would be too dangerous, “I have things I gotta do.”

Tony narrowed their eyes with even greater suspicion. "None of my business, huh? I suppose that means you'd think it was none of your business, if I ran off on you right in the middle of a conversation? I ask you about your drawing, you start to tell me, and I run off mumbling something about the bathroom and don't come back for five hours and you wouldn't be at all concerned about that? You wouldn't have the right to know? And what if I came back in different clothes, dried blood on my face and hands, from my five-hour bathroom trip? Would that also be none of your business?" Tony really had to get going--they shouldn't be dragging this out--but Steve had struck a particularly sensitive chord.

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“It’s nothing you can help me with,” he gritted his teeth. He knew tony was only worried, but he didn’t want to say something. He didn’t want to risk Tony finding out, “It’s not your problem. Just let it go Tony.”

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Tony narrowed their eyes with even greater suspicion. “None of my business, huh? I suppose that means you’d think it was none of your business, if I ran off on you right in the middle of a conversation? I ask you about your drawing, you start to tell me, and I run off mumbling something about the bathroom and don’t come back for five hours and you wouldn’t be at all concerned about that? You wouldn’t have the right to know? And what if I came back in different clothes, dried blood on my face and hands, from my five-hour bathroom trip? Would that also be none of your business?” Tony really had to get going–they shouldn’t be dragging this out–but Steve had struck a particularly sensitive chord.

“It’s nothing you can help me with,” he gritted his teeth. He knew tony was only worried, but he didn’t want to say something. He didn’t want to risk Tony finding out, “It’s not your problem. Just let it go Tony.”

“Not my problem? Okay then. Glad we’re clear. Go, then.” It was plain as Day that Tony was not alright with that answer, but they didn’t have the time to deal with it right then. It was going to have to wait. Turning on their heel, they left before Steve could, hiding their angry tears with their turned back.

Please go find Tony at my new multimuse @everyheartbesure !

#ooc #update

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[[ Kay for real though, if I condensed my blogs into a multimuse, would y'all still write with me?

#ooc #question

[[ I'm gonna maybe try to actually write tonight, so feel free to poke me if I owe you a reply or if you wanna plot.

#initiate #ooc

“You are too. You’re a hero Tony. Myself and others are here today because of you.” He mused. “Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed his husband softly.

“She’s our girl. I’d do anything for her to make her happy.” He explained. “I gave up the shield just so I can be with her and I don’t regret that decision one bit. You know what.. I cant wait to see the look on her face when she sees you. I’m sorry about earlier.” He felt bad now for nearly holding them back from seeing each other.

Tony sagged in obvious relief and he ran his hand tenderly through Steve's hair. "Thanks, baby. Y'know, it's gonna be weird having you underfoot. I got pretty used to the primary caretaker gig." Steve had never exactly been an absent parent, but Tony had spent more time alone with her than Steve had before all this. What d'you need, Stevie? What'll make you feel better?"

#serumsoldiers #steve

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#T07 #about tony

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“My best friend Rhodey is in the Air Force. Big bad pilot. He got into as much trouble as me in college, but I think he’s sneakier about it now. I’ve only had to take the blame for two explosions in the last couple years.” He held out his other hand to James across the table, hoping he’d take it with his prosthetic. “What’s it like,being had by a cat?”

“Air Force, huh?” James smiled, a little mischievously. “He’s definitely sneakier about it, now. I’m pretty sure ‘getting into trouble secretly’ is what all the armed forces teach.”

When Tony reached out his hand, James took it with his prosthetic hand, tentatively, in case Tony changed his mind and wanted to take it back. “It’s interesting, being had by a cat. If I want to wear black clothes, I have to be very careful about it. Every week I have to deep clean my kitchen before I can bake bread. But it’s also worth it because I never wake up alone, I always have Al curled up on me, purring. I’m never alone, in general. It helped, a lot, after coming home from… overseas. To end up with a cat that needs me as much as I need him,” James admitted it with only the slightest hint of embarrassment.

#um hell yes?#this is perfect #art

"That sounds nice," Tony answered genuinely. "And you're probably right, about the armed forces." He was looking pleased with himself again as he squeezed both of James' hands. "I bet that means you can be sneaky too. I'm gonna have to keep my guard up, huh? But! Back to the important questions: you bake bread? That's the cutest shit I've ever heard."

#ofdominomasks #james

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Bucky could count each lash under Tony’s eyes, each freckle dotting his cheeks.

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When Tony grabbed his jaw, he smiled softly at the other man. No longer able to hold back what he really wanted to do. Tony had been here for how long and he hadn’t even kissed him once. They were too preoccupied talking about Morgan and other things.

“I love you.” Steve murmured and leaned in and kissed Tony, his arms reaching out to pull the smaller man closer to him.

Tony sunk easily into the kiss, letting his husband have anything and everything he wanted from him, in that moment. He kept one hand on Steve’s face, thumb stroking his jaw, and lifted his other arm to wrap it around Steve’s shoulders. “I love you too,” he promised, as soon as he was given room to breathe again.

Steve moved so he could pull Tony right into his lap. His hands moving along the others body, up his back. A small smile forming on his lips hearing Tony say those words. Words he thought he’d never hear again. His breath hitched for a moment as his lips met Tonys again. One hand moving to the others hair.

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Tony went along with Steve's attempt to move him closer, despite the soreness, and wrapped his good arm around his neck. "You're a good man, Steve." Tony kissed him a couple more times, just soft brushesof lips, then added "Thank you for taking care of our daughter, honey."

#serumsoldiers #steve

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“Mm, y'know, my aim’s pretty good, and they won’t expect it. Pretty sure I could put at least a pause in your suffering next time they come over. Or, y'know, we could file a restraining order.” Tony wrapped their arms around Clint’s neck and their legs around his waist, making it convenient for their partner to pick them up.

“What’re we having for breakfast? Toast? Toast sounds great. Coffee sounds better. Do you think we should throw an announcement party? When we’re ready to tell people about the baby?”

“I dunno if a little poison is restraining order worthy, I’d just like them to warn me first,” Clint replied, as he picked Tony up easily.

“I think it’s toast for breakfast, then,” he grinned at them, as he carried them towards the kitchen. “A ‘it’s a human’ party, maybe? Could be fun, and cake is always a good time.” He set them on the counter when they reached the kitchen, beginning to make the tea, including for himself, because he didn’t want to make them feel bad by excluding them from coffee.

Once the tea was steeping, he began to get bread ready for toast. “Maybe signs that say “we’re hoping it’s not a dinosaur”?” He added, leaning in to kiss Tony’s cheek with a smile.

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Tony made a face, pretty clearly unhappy with Clint’s perspective on being poisoned, but he let it go for the moment.

“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘From this point forth, there will be another small human on your gift-giving list twice a year. You have been warned. We’re softening the blow with cake.’ But we can have ‘hoping it’s not a dinosaur’ signs.”

Tony caught his hand when he came close again, then pulled him down for a soft, loving kiss. “With any luck, our baby will escape the cisgender curse. I dunno how we’ll do raising a normal, conforming child.”

“Your idea is much more ominous, I like it,” Clint replied, kissing them back tenderly when he was snagged for a kiss.

“At the very least, if they’re cis, we’ll know it’s not because we forced them,” Clint added, smiling. “And I doubt anyone looking at them would think our child is cis.” He added, because strictly conforming to society ascribed traits of male and female wasn’t something it seemed like anyone did if they had a healthy relationship with their gender. “They’ll be loved no matter what, though.” He added softly, warmly.

"I guess," they agreed. Still, it would be hard, giving advice to a cishet child, not sharing any of their experiences. They might have to find other people to talk about that stuff with them, if it turned out to be necessary.

They waited impatiently for the toast, then ate all of it without a hint of shame, not hesitating to steal Clint's too.

'Doctor Cambry can see you at 1:45 PM today, Sir,' JARVIS interrupted.

#thedeafavenger #clint

Any Tonys want to do Stony things?

#all our threads are your turn #but we can start something new if you want!#ooc

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Loki entered into the office with a coffee for Tony and another round of flowers and chocolates from someone who wanted to court him. “Good morning! Coffee for you and where would you like me to set these? Sent from, uhhh… Oh, an anonymous.” Loki had set down the coffee and looked at the accompanying card. Loki had successfully lived his life as an assistant in Stark Industries under the guise of a Beta. Taking suppressants regularly had helped him keep up that facade, but an issue with renewing that prescription could put that front in danger. He leaned against the desk to ease the weight of the flowers off his arms for a moment. “Anything else I can grab for you for now? Otherwise I can make sure that the board room is ready for today’s meeting.”

Tony had half-heartedly tried to get Loki into bed when he’d first been hired, but he hadn’t tried again after being rejected. That just wouldn’t be classy. “Thanks, Loke. Can you put the flowers in a vase somewhere public where people can enjoy them? And toss the card.” He didn’t often get flowers–alpha men usually didn’t–so he was a little bit charmed, but they weren’t personal. They weren’t from someone who knew him and knew that he’d like the flowers, so they could only be so lovely.

He frowned as Loki moved and he caught a whiff of something unusual. It was… but it was probably just wishful thinking. “Is that a new scent? It smells nice.”

“C-Can you take me h-home, please? Just… Just wrap me up in something that smells like you, maybe it’ll drown out my scent a bit.” He chewed on his lip, forcing himself to stay grounded in the moment. If he could hold on long enough to think clearly. “I want help, I trust you.”

“Honey, I… I don’t have experience. I don’t know if you should trust me with this. Tell me- tell me why other people can’t know, Loki. Help me understand, please.” He already had his jacket off and around Loki’s shoulders. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it.

Loki wrapped the jacket around him, holding it close. He took a few deep breaths, trying to ground himself. “I don’t want to be treated differently. As a Beta, people treated me as an equal, they didn’t look down on me. I was so scared of being seen as weak or like I wasn’t serious. Some people make all kinds of excuses to treat Omegas however they want. I don’t want that, I want to be normal.” He explained. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve been nothing but respectful.”

“Loki…” He lightly gripped the man’s shoulders and bit his cheek for a moment ad he fought the desire to agree and sweep Loki off his feet and back to somewhere he could be properly cared for. But Tony of course. “If you go to a heat clinic, nobody in your life will need to know. Socially, it will be no different from hiding away in your home for a few days. And it’ll be safer. It’s the most responsible way to handle things, when you don’t have a long-term partner.” At least, that was what was advertised. Safety, privacy, and care. “And you turned me down, when I showed interest. This morning, it didn’t seem like that had changed.”

Loki couldn’t help how he melted into Tony’s touch, it felt so nice and right. He knew a heat clinic was arguably the best thing for him right now, but he wanted to be in the comfort of his own home, not surrounded by how many other individuals all in the same situation. Tony did have a point though. He had turned him down before, what was different now? “It’s not that I don’t like you. I was new to the company and as charming as you were, a certain measure of professionalism needs to remain in place. Don’t doubt that I’ve never considered the idea before, but I know I shouldn’t make it a reality.” Tears pricked up in his eyes, he just wanted to go home.

Tony felt a low growl start somewhere deep in his chest before he cut it off harshly. He had no business being possessive or demanding here. “But you’re sure you want me now?” He brushed away a tear and pulled him just a little bit closer. “You’re sure?”

“As long as what I really am doesn’t effect things between us, I think I’m sure that I want you.” He nodded. His heat decided to flare up a bit to remind him to get going. He clenched at his stomach, eyebrows knitting in discomfort. “Fuck… Ow, that one hurt.”

#trust my glorious purpose #loki #v. abo

"Alright. Alright, sweetheart. Do you mind if I take you home with me? If you want to go to your place, you're going to have to give me directions, and my car might stand out." He pulled Loki close to his chest, a protective and affectionate gesture, and rubbed his back.

[[continued from [x] @trust-my-glorious-purpose

Loki entered into the office with a coffee for Tony and another round of flowers and chocolates from someone who wanted to court him. “Good morning! Coffee for you and where would you like me to set these? Sent from, uhhh… Oh, an anonymous.” Loki had set down the coffee and looked at the accompanying card. Loki had successfully lived his life as an assistant in Stark Industries under the guise of a Beta. Taking suppressants regularly had helped him keep up that facade, but an issue with renewing that prescription could put that front in danger. He leaned against the desk to ease the weight of the flowers off his arms for a moment. “Anything else I can grab for you for now? Otherwise I can make sure that the board room is ready for today’s meeting.”

Tony had half-heartedly tried to get Loki into bed when he’d first been hired, but he hadn’t tried again after being rejected. That just wouldn’t be classy. “Thanks, Loke. Can you put the flowers in a vase somewhere public where people can enjoy them? And toss the card.” He didn’t often get flowers–alpha men usually didn’t–so he was a little bit charmed, but they weren’t personal. They weren’t from someone who knew him and knew that he’d like the flowers, so they could only be so lovely.

He frowned as Loki moved and he caught a whiff of something unusual. It was… but it was probably just wishful thinking. “Is that a new scent? It smells nice.”

“C-Can you take me h-home, please? Just… Just wrap me up in something that smells like you, maybe it’ll drown out my scent a bit.” He chewed on his lip, forcing himself to stay grounded in the moment. If he could hold on long enough to think clearly. “I want help, I trust you.”

“Honey, I… I don’t have experience. I don’t know if you should trust me with this. Tell me- tell me why other people can’t know, Loki. Help me understand, please.” He already had his jacket off and around Loki’s shoulders. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it.

Loki wrapped the jacket around him, holding it close. He took a few deep breaths, trying to ground himself. “I don’t want to be treated differently. As a Beta, people treated me as an equal, they didn’t look down on me. I was so scared of being seen as weak or like I wasn’t serious. Some people make all kinds of excuses to treat Omegas however they want. I don’t want that, I want to be normal.” He explained. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve been nothing but respectful.”

“Loki…” He lightly gripped the man’s shoulders and bit his cheek for a moment ad he fought the desire to agree and sweep Loki off his feet and back to somewhere he could be properly cared for. But Tony of course. “If you go to a heat clinic, nobody in your life will need to know. Socially, it will be no different from hiding away in your home for a few days. And it’ll be safer. It’s the most responsible way to handle things, when you don’t have a long-term partner.” At least, that was what was advertised. Safety, privacy, and care. “And you turned me down, when I showed interest. This morning, it didn’t seem like that had changed.”

Loki couldn’t help how he melted into Tony’s touch, it felt so nice and right. He knew a heat clinic was arguably the best thing for him right now, but he wanted to be in the comfort of his own home, not surrounded by how many other individuals all in the same situation. Tony did have a point though. He had turned him down before, what was different now? “It’s not that I don’t like you. I was new to the company and as charming as you were, a certain measure of professionalism needs to remain in place. Don’t doubt that I’ve never considered the idea before, but I know I shouldn’t make it a reality.” Tears pricked up in his eyes, he just wanted to go home.

#trust my glorious purpose #Loki #v. abo

Tony felt a low growl start somewhere deep in his chest before he cut it off harshly. He had no business being possessive or demanding here. "But you're sure you want me now?" He brushed away a tear and pulled him just a little bit closer. "You're sure?"

[[continued from [x] @trust-my-glorious-purpose

Loki entered into the office with a coffee for Tony and another round of flowers and chocolates from someone who wanted to court him. “Good morning! Coffee for you and where would you like me to set these? Sent from, uhhh… Oh, an anonymous.” Loki had set down the coffee and looked at the accompanying card. Loki had successfully lived his life as an assistant in Stark Industries under the guise of a Beta. Taking suppressants regularly had helped him keep up that facade, but an issue with renewing that prescription could put that front in danger. He leaned against the desk to ease the weight of the flowers off his arms for a moment. “Anything else I can grab for you for now? Otherwise I can make sure that the board room is ready for today’s meeting.”

Tony had half-heartedly tried to get Loki into bed when he’d first been hired, but he hadn’t tried again after being rejected. That just wouldn’t be classy. “Thanks, Loke. Can you put the flowers in a vase somewhere public where people can enjoy them? And toss the card.” He didn’t often get flowers–alpha men usually didn’t–so he was a little bit charmed, but they weren’t personal. They weren’t from someone who knew him and knew that he’d like the flowers, so they could only be so lovely.

He frowned as Loki moved and he caught a whiff of something unusual. It was… but it was probably just wishful thinking. “Is that a new scent? It smells nice.”

“C-Can you take me h-home, please? Just… Just wrap me up in something that smells like you, maybe it’ll drown out my scent a bit.” He chewed on his lip, forcing himself to stay grounded in the moment. If he could hold on long enough to think clearly. “I want help, I trust you.”

“Honey, I… I don’t have experience. I don’t know if you should trust me with this. Tell me- tell me why other people can’t know, Loki. Help me understand, please.” He already had his jacket off and around Loki’s shoulders. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it.

Loki wrapped the jacket around him, holding it close. He took a few deep breaths, trying to ground himself. “I don’t want to be treated differently. As a Beta, people treated me as an equal, they didn’t look down on me. I was so scared of being seen as weak or like I wasn’t serious. Some people make all kinds of excuses to treat Omegas however they want. I don’t want that, I want to be normal.” He explained. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve been nothing but respectful.”