I love the way the guys use their natural instincts in this scene.
Cap makes a makeshift shield to protect himself, Tony grabs a screwdriver and uses his engineering brain to take them down, Clint uses his aim to throw Steve his shield to support him and Natasha grabs a gun she taped beforehand because she is prepared like a god damn professional.
Oh my darlings. 68 in less than a week. My first fanfic was passed around the school cafeteria in a three ring binder circa 1965. Cf. C. S. Lewis who, jerky sexist and religious biases notwithstanding, rightly repudiated the idea that we must abandon the storytelling that delighted us when young. I join hands with you, OP.
38, marching in that parade and carrying a banner until I can neither march nor hold, at which point I will be rolling along with the banner taped to my wheelchair until you drape it over my casket.
54, reached the phase where Iâm writing something just for me that will never be seen by other human eyes unless I die suddenly. In which case⌠the utter weirdness of it may go a long way towards cheering my husband up. :)
53 here and Iâve been writing since I was a young child (I loved creative writing in primary and secondary school) but fan fiction since I was fifteen. Havenât written anything in almost a year now because inspiration has deserted me but Iâm still a writer in my old heart.
49 and Iâve been writing and reading since I was 38. Most reading than writing (even if I like it, but got lack of time for it). I often like to find my kinks in other fanfics. Itâs relaxing. Actually looking for Tony Stark x f reader fanfics⌠đ
INFINITY SAGA REWATCH: THE AVENGERS (2012) dir. Joss Whedon
There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could.
Why tell me why people have to be sometimes so suffocating? There are days where you can answer calls and other not. And yet some people I guess are so insecure to think you have something against them, when you only might be just busy. Mostly if you close yourself after having lost someone of your family⌠no they are so selfish to think that you can ignore the rest of the world but not them. That you have to answer. I find hard to understand people. Seriously.
every year I start iron man 3 on december 31st and let it play into january 1st so that itâs the last and first thing I do in a year. this is now six years going strong. infinity sagas come and go but tony stark is forever
You're in the mafia!?" A scrambled to collect themselves, picking clothes up off the floor and throwing them on haphazardly.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" B smirked, eyes alight in knowing that they certainly had not told A. "By the way, that's my shirt."
Summary: You go on a night out with your friends, and after a hard week, you felt you deserved it. Which is why after flirty looks between you a charming man that left you feeling intrigued, you decided to indulge in a night of pleasure as well. If only you knew it was with the Tony Stark.
âWooo! Oh my gosh, Iâm so glad you came babe!â
You laughed as your already drunk friend draped herself on you in the middle of the dance floor. You held her fondly, now swaying with her to the music feeling a little buzzed yourself, but you honestly never felt better.
It had been a tiring week of dealing with shitty customers, demanding bosses, and the cherry on top; your poor, beautiful cat Luna had gotten sick. You had to work overtime, covering your coworkers shifts, and the only thing that kept you from refusing, was the extra cash that you would get. Cash that your poor, sick baby needed for her appointment later this week.
Your other friend gave you knowing look as she picked up the one leaning against you.
âYour little kitten will be fine.â
You rolled your eyes at her, especially with the way she referred to Luna as that. She led you to the bar to get more drinks for you and your table, leaving your friend group to cheerfully sit down, and pick up on the drinks they had left behind.
âYou should be worrying about another little kitty cat.â
You gave her a look, and she met you with her own challenging one, making you say unimpressed,
âJesus. Sometimes you make me feel like a shriveled old lady.â
She shoved you good naturedly, and you giggled teasingly, signaling another round of shots from the bartender. She leaned forward on the countertop, saying exasperatedly now, âCâmon! You know Iâm right! When was the last time you felt good? Like, good with another person? Hmmm?â
You scoffed lightly at that, knowing she was right. These past few weeks you had wanted to satisfy yourself sexually, and your poor toys and hand could only take so much. You had ranted to her plenty of times about this that she knew all too well about your struggles. She had offered to take you on double dates, or go on a night out, but you always never had the time. Until now.
So you really werenât all that surprised that she tried to set you up with someone.
âWho would I even have a good time with?â You questioned her with a raised eyebrow. At this she smiled wickedly, and subtly gestured towards the back of the club.
âYou know, for starters, that cutie in the back has been eyeing you all night. And I know youâve noticed.â
You slightly blushed at that, and she gave you an encouraging smile. She wasnât wrong about that either. You and the mysterious man had given each other flirty looks all night, you possessed by his intimidating aura, and him enraptured by you pretty little smile. You looked over your shoulder and met the yes of the man in question.
And god, he truly was a sight.
With his strong jaw, perfectly groomed beard, and a firm body that you knew was just so much stronger than it looked beneath those expensive looking clothes. It was enough make your mouth water a bit. Especially when you met his deep chocolate brown eyes that sent a wink at you, and made your blush and desire enflame all the more. You gave him a flirty little wave with a smile that made his eyes turn darker, and his smile turn knowing.
Your attention was brought back to the bar as the bartender clacked a tray of shots, and dismissively said,
âDrinks on the gentlemen in the back.â
He pointed behind you, and you felt your breath halt a little bit, knowing exactly who he was talking about. You looked at your friend and she gave a you an expectant grin, raising her eyebrows suggestively at you. She gave you a shot to down with her, and after you guys were done, she took the tray and leaned in to whisper in your ear,
âIâll take care of the little devil kitty cat tonight. Now go take care of yours.â
She encouragingly shoved you with hers hips as you barked out a surprised laugh, and she left towards your friend group sitting at the table.
You took a deep breath, grounding yourself and your excitement, before you turned around and sauntered over to the grinning man.
She was right. You did deserve to have a good night, a hell of a night after the week you had.
You stopped shortly in front of the man, seeing the people he was with occupied with their own dates in their lap. You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with want, and spoke out,
âIs this seat taken?â
He lazily smiled back, eyes deep and interested, and his enticing voice drawled out,
âIt is now, sweetheart.â
And as you sat down closely next to him, his hand immediately going to your exposed though, you knew it would be one hell of a night.
*
You gasped deeply as you felt the man- or Tony as you had learned- suck the column of your throat. You gave a breathy moan as he gripped your waist tighter, grinding you closer into his lap, making the leather seats of the expensive car squeak. He groaned in your neck when you tugged on his hair, and then ran your nails over his scalp. He lifted his head and smirked back at you when you gave him a breathy smile.
His eyes were blown out, and half lidded, his lips plump and red. You knew you looked the same, a mess, and you wriggled in his lap as you started kissing down his neck, leaving wet lipstick marks over the dry ones.
The car halted to a stop, and he lifted you up with him as he got out the car, making you laugh out giddily and clutch onto him. After a quick dismissal to someone named Happy, he kicked the car door closed and led you to the front doors of a huge mansion. As you turned your head, you noticed the car leaving out through huge iron gates.
Since when the hell did you guys enter through those gates? And why did they look familiar?
That all left your mind when Tony kicked open the door, and slammed it shut by pushing you against it. You smiled at him with a heady gasp, your back arching into his touch as he stared you down, making your thighs clench around his waist. He smiled at that, trailing a hand down your back and sensually drawled,
âShould we finish off what we started, sweetheart?â
âFuck yes.â
He laughed as you pulled him into a kiss.
*
You groaned lightly as you started to wake up, your eyes still closed as you felt a dull headache pulsing through your temples. But that was completely overshadowed from the gratified feeling your body was thrumming with.
You had a delicious stretch in your muscles that made you melt in the unbelievably comfortable bed you lay in. You also felt well rested, not even feeling the least bit of fatigued in the least, feeling so refreshed under the cool sheets you cuddled into. And best of all: you felt deliciously sore.
Oh god, it felt amazing, feeling so stretched and sore, and your lips tilted up in a satisfied smile. You pressed your legs together, and it was only then did your legs brush by the skin of another. Thatâs when everything from last night came back to you, and you couldnât keep your smile from growing more even if you wanted it to.
The man- Tony, stirred from his place next to you and turned around so his chest was to your back. He draped an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest with a deep breath. It tickled your ear, and when you felt his beard lightly scratching your neck, you giggled softly, making him chuckle deeply.
âGood morning, sweetheart.â
His voice was raspy and had a deep timbre to it, making you clench your thighs just a little bit tighter. You turned in his embrace, smiling up at him with lidded eyes.
âGood morning,â you softly said, giving a little kiss to his chin. He grinned down slowly at you, adjusting his grip so you were closer in his chest, you guys still side by side. It was then that you felt his morning erection, and you looked up at him with a brow raised, and questioned,
âEager already?â
He just ducked his head, starting to lightly nibble at your neck, and you could feel his smug smile, and that delicious beard, as he rumbled out, âHey, donât blame me. Little Tony has a mind of his own.â
You laughed again, and it quickly faded off in a sigh as he found your sweet spot, and started sucking it.
God, you needed this.
Your eyes slipped closed in bliss, his strong hands trailing lower, kneading your ass, and cupping your boobs. He squeezed the mounds of flesh simultaneously, rolling them, and that made you gasp and lift a leg to pull him closer, making him hum approvingly.
You opened your eyes, still drooped in pleasure, and you honestly couldnât think of the last time you had had a morning go this beautifully. You felt all your worries slip away, all your stress leave your body, and you melted further in his embrace. You were about to let him roll on top, and do all the sinful things he wanted, before you caught an obnoxiously large painting of him hanged on the wall. You kinda chuckled at it before you caught the word âStarkâ carved on the golden mantle of the frame.
Holy. Shit.
You tensed and pushed him off you, stumbling to sit up through the tangled sheets. He seemed surprised at that, eyes widening as he propped himself on his elbow and arched a brow at you.
âUh, what just-â
âYou work with the Starkâs?!â
At that he raised an unconcerned brow at you, and gave a half shrug with a head tilt, looking more amused than confused now.
âSweetheart, I am a Stark.â
Your mouth slightly parted, eyes growing wider in disbelief, and he smirked at that, the amusement palpable in his eyes now. You snapped out of it, and angrily glared at him, moving off the bed all together.
âOh my god.â You hurriedly grabbed your clothes from the floor, shielding your body from him. âI canât believe you didnât tell me you were in the mafia. No less a Stark.â You unconsciously hushed out the last part, throwing your clothes on haphazardly. You angrily adjusted your little skirt to cover you, back still to Tony.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Tony smirked, eyes alight in knowing that he certainly had not told you, leaning on the headboard with his hands behind his head. "By the way, that's my shirt."
You whirled around to face Tony, seeing him sitting back carefree, his sculpted torso fully on display, v line showing peeking through the sheets that barely covered him. You almost got lost in the sight, before you looked down realizing that he was right, and you were halfway to putting on his shirt. You dropped it with a gasp, and snappily grabbed the correct button up, hastily doing the buttons, ignoring his smirk growing wider.
âYou know what. It doesnât matter. This was just⌠a one time thing, so weâll never see each other again.â Your tone held no argument, and you hoped that this assertiveness meant that he wouldnât bother you after this.
He saw him tilt his head at you, a fake pout and faux hurt on his face.
âWant to make me a dirty little hook up that bad, huh? Iâm a little hurt.â You looked at him with barely held in anger and he continued muttering, âand to think I was gonna offer you breakfast.â
That made your eye twitch, making Tony laugh out loud, and you grit your teeth hard to stop yourself from saying something that would most likely get you shot.
Oh, but if he was anyone else...
He looked back at you when he was done, and said flippantly, âDonât worry sweetheart. Iâm a one and done deal and I like to keep it that way. You missed out on an exciting morning, though.â
You turned your back to him once again as you grabbed your shoes, sighing, âI think Iâve had enough excitement for one morning.â
He simply hummed at that, and you turned one last time, meeting his calm smug smile.
âGoodbye Tony.â
This time his smile twisted into what you thought was something genuine, and he responded softly, but knowingly, âGoodbye, sweetheart.â
You left without another word, holding yourself from looking back, leaving Tony alone in the bed with his thoughts.
Well, that was interesting.
Tony was used to a lot of reactions from people who heâs slept with.
Surprise. Awe. Fear. Pride.(he kinda hated that one) But anger was the one that he wasnât used to seeing.
As he heard the front door close downstairs, he kinda regretted that you left so soon. You were the most entertaining person heâd met so far, and a hell of a one night stand. And then he reminded himself that thatâs all you were to him, a one night stand. So he didnât really dread your leave anymore.
Until he couldnât get you out of his head.
Not when he was doing business. Not when he was drinking his morning coffee with Pepper droning on and on in the background. Not even when he slept with other people. You were especially on his mind when that happened.
Like now.
It didnât matter that there was a girl riding him, her loud moans were just white noise to him because you still occupied his mind.
Your touches, the feel of your skin on him, your scent, and tight heat couldnât compare to anyone else. He internally sighed at his thoughts.
God dammit.
He pushed the girl off of him to start getting dressed, silencing her complaints with an icy glare that had her picking up her panties and quietly leaving. He zipped up his dress pants, walking bare foot to the look out at the view he had in his room. He lit up a cigarette, crossing his arms and inhaling as he pondered why you kept intruding his thoughts.
He had to admit, he was intrigued by you at the club, and even more so when he spent the night with you. And your reaction when you found out who he was, was just⌠plain amusing. Funny. Entertaining.
His eyes sliced to the area of New York where you lived, a fact he figured out when he thought about what you did which led him to learning other things about you. Like your little cat. He smiled as he thought about the type of reaction youâd have if he sent a little gift on your doorstep.
*
You sighed tiredly as you walked up the stairs of your apartment complex.
It had been another draining week, almost enough to make you cry out of hopelessness, but you were to be exhausted to do even that. You reached your door, and unlocked it, smiling weakly when you felt Luna slither between your legs.
âOh, LunaâŚâ You picked her up, and felt your spirits lift a bit as she rubbed her head under your chin. You walked over to the keychain to hang your keys, when you bumped your foot on something. You were about to kick it out of the way before you looked down and saw that it was definitely not something you owned.
It was a black box that glimmered slightly in the light, and it was tied together by a neat crimson ribbon. Definitely not something you owned.
You looked questionably at your cat, who just continued to sit with her tail flicking, looking as disinterested as she usually would.
Well, if she didnât sense nothing wrong, maybe that was a good sign.
You bent down and carefully pulled the ribbon apart, setting it aside and lifting the lid of the box. Your eyes widened as you saw a lavish, shiny collar with the words âLunaâ engraved on it. You picked it up, seeing that a bracelet that was similar to the collar placed under it. You picked that up, inspecting it, only to turn it over and see the words âsweetheartâ engraved on it.
You felt your stomach jump at that, not knowing if it was really from who you thought it was from, until you saw a note that was tucked st the side of the box.
âA little gift for you sweetheart. Iâll always be at the club if you want another night together. Hope your little kitty cat gets better.
~Tonyâ
There was a number scrawled on the back of the note, and you felt your heart thump at that. You huffed angrily, ignoring that feeling, placing everything back in the box, and putting it back where it was, stomping to your fridge, and getting out a beer and quickly chugging it.
That idiot.
You looked out your window, lightly choking on it when you saw the dozens of roses littering your windowsill. You slammed open your window, leaning your head out, inspecting the flowers.
They honestly smelled good, fresh and sweet, and the petals were soft and gorgeous. You stroked the petals, feeling another little note attached to a stem, and looked over the big bouquet to see the note saying,
âHope you like it sweetheart.â
You lightly smiled at that, feeling something soft bloom in your chest and not ignoring it this time. When you went to pull the note out of the bouquet, your smile turned exasperated as you saw a matching necklace attached to the note.
You huffed out a laugh, and delicately set the necklace down, staring at the note.
âHope you like it.â
You smiled warmly at that.
And in the tinted car in the alley below your window, Tony was doing the same.
Tony turned back, facing forward and said satisfied, âLeys go Happy. Weâre done here.â
Happy started driving with a dutiful âyes sirâ, and made his way en route to the mansion.
Is it unpopular to like Iron Man 3? I knew Age of Ultron had its detractors, but.
Iron Man 3 was wacky in places, but ultimately, it was a delicate exploration of Tonyâs PTSD and really evaluating his relationship with Pepperâ
And of course, the Clean Slate Protocol.
And Age of Ultron opened with this. Need I say more.
I have problems with both of these movies. A lot of mixed feelings about both Pietro being killed off and Nat x Bruce in AoU, a strange villain in IM3, and mixed feelings about Tony snapping right back to being Iron Man in Infinity War (though I guess thatâs more about IW lol). But I actually loved ATJ Pietro, it was a beautiful introduction for both Wanda and Visionâestablishing their pattern of doing SO much even with relatively little screen-time, Clint and Wanda had a wonderful, under-appreciated dynamic, and IM3 was nuanced and lovely.
This person has the right idea. Leave folks alone. Each of these movies is somebodyâs favorite. â¤ď¸
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