Imagine Tony.

Inspired by the Imagine Bucky, and Imagine Steve blogs. So, put your headcanons, and I'll post'em, and all that loveliness. Send me those asks.

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steve rogers : insult me tony

tony stark : you got a big ass

steve rogers : i said insult me

tony stark : i'm not done...you got a big ass forehead

steve rogers :*closes eyes and sigh* thank you

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#it’s missing tony stark hours

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Tony: Peter... did you stick googly eyes to the Roomba?

Peter: Yeah, Zippy couldn't see so well before.

Tony: Zippy?

Roomba: *normal roomba beeps*

Peter: Oh no, he's hungry again. :(

Tony:

Peter: :(

Tony: *sprinkles crumbs from his pockets*

Peter: :)

[astrhae]

“Look at that. That’s modern art. That’s going up. I’m gonna put this up right now.”

TONY STARK and the NINE MUSES OF MYTH

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Tony, sighing: Okay, so tell me. How did you manage to set fire to the kitchen?

Peter: So I was heating my baguette like the good child I am, right?

Tony: Debatable but okay

Peter: But I forgot to take it out of the paper bag

Tony: What?!? So you just threw it in the oven??

Peter: In my defense, I was half-asleep

Tony: How??? It’s 3:00 pm

Peter: Your point?

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Bucky: Tony, please! You’ve had 10 pots of coffee already! Go to bed. 

Tony: No! I have to finish this suit and I need the coffee to do it! 

Bucky: Come on! Peter’s doing a better job than you. He’s in his room sleeping

*Peter’s room*

Peter, had 12 redbulls: I can see the universe!!!! 

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They scare me…

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Steve: Maybe you should try being more professional.

Tony: Maybe you should stop being a little bitch.

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Imagine Tony building a suit that can safely take him to space and landing on the moon. Just cuz.

It was possible that Tony only built the suit because someone (Clint) said he couldn’t. Or maybe he had wanted to since he had built the first suit and broken the record for fixed wing flight. It wasn’t likely anyone would ever know the truth except Tony, and even he wasn’t sure. But as he checked his oxygen levels and lifted off of the ground in his newest suit at a speed high enough to leave a crater where he had been standing, all he knew was exhilaration. Flying made Tony happy like nothing else did. He had breached the cloud within moments, shooting upward through the Earth’s atmosphere, too excited to be nervous or afraid. 

When he broke out of the Earth’s atmosphere, the silence wormed its way through him, 

“All systems functioning properly.” Friday, as if sensing Tony’s sudden spark of anxiety at the memory of the Incident, spoke quietly in her creator’s ears. Tony drew in a deep breath, refocusing on his goal. Though he was travelling at extreme speeds, everything still seemed to be in slow motion as the engineer neared his destination. It was a feeling unlike any other when his jets cut off and the soles of his boots touched the surface of the planet. Tony spent a moment checking his reserves of power and his oxygen levels, and, after reassuring himself that he could return home easily, he lifted his head and looked across the surface of the moon. 

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I just wanted to say that I'm glad ur alive and well and to PLS get lots of rest and feel better soon!!! we missed u!!!

Thank you! I’m doing pretty well, I healed up slower than I should have because I’m bad at being still, but I did heal and now it’s just playing catch up at school that I have to worry about. I missed all of you too!

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UPDATE 2!

So the last few months have been insane! I left my job at Yellowstone and returned to California, catered a wedding a few weeks later and went camping with my family, and had several bouts of severe stomach pains. I couldn’t figure out what it was and this went on through most of July and into August. Partway through August, the pains came back so bad that I couldn’t move off the couch in my living room and my mom came to my house and took me to the emergency room. After several long hours in the ER, with a high fever and pain so extreme I could barely do anything, I was finally admitted and given a CT scan. At about 1 am, I was told I was going into septic shock from a severe infection in my appendix that I have been fighting for YEARS and I didn’t know it! 

They kept me there and I had emergency surgery the next day, where they told my dad that they had never seen an infection so severe before and that if I hadn’t come in when I did, it would have killed me within a week. TERRIFYING! 

So then I spent nearly a month recovering from that, while attending the brand new semester of school, and I’ve just been trying to stay on track in school while all this was going on and then my money didn’t come on time so I was under extreme stress, but my Midterms will be over after next week, and I should be able to post a few prompts which I am very excited about! 

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UPDATE 1!

First off, I have decided to do a contest of sorts in order to find a few people to help with prompt answering, (update 2 will explain what has stopped me from answering prompts for the last few months). So, here’s how it will go. 

I have chosen a prompt from my inbox, and it will be posted below this. If you want to help out answering prompts, send me a message with your answer to the chosen prompt. I will pick the two best answers and post them publicly (With credit, of course) and add those two users as moderators of this blog. 

Here is the prompt, and good luck! 

Imagine Tony being sure that the team just keeps him around for his money and being incredibly moved and teary eyed when they prove him wrong, because everyone in his life ever wanted him for money or sex

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WHERE DID U GO COME BACK

I was in Yellowstone National Park and the internet there was the worst ever! I’m about to post an update of what happened to me for the last few months!

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imagine tony proposing, totally losing his cool, being a nervous mess, babbling and stuttering and in the end he almost drops the box with the ring, because his hands are shaking so bad (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

(You didn’t specify a person he was proposing to, so I pick Steve.)

“What’s wrong?” Steve inquired, leaning to grab Tony’s hand before the genius could retreat away again, “Hey, are you sick, Tony? You’re palms are clammy....” He held Tony’s hand between both of his own, massaging the trembling fingers. “Do we need to go home?” Soft orange light highlighted the barely there silver threads in Tony’s hair, the worried creases between his eyebrows, and the way he shook just slightly in his chair in the small, but expensive, restaurant. 

“I’m fine, I’m o-okay, I promise, I just, I need something out of m-my coat, and-” Tony’s free hand fumbled at his coat, and he nearly dropped the small object he had been trying to get. “Um, I just, I wanted to, I mean, I have been wanting to, I still want to, shit, sorry...” Tony scrubbed the hand over his face, scraping his nose with the small object. “Just....” He slid out of his chair onto one knee, sweating and shaky, and Steve tried to slide down with him, worry clear in his eyes, 

“Tony, we should go home, come on, let me-” 

“No, no, I’m fine, stay in your chair, I’m trying t-to-!” Tony held Steve’s hand in his own, fine tremors working through him, “Steve, I...I love you. I have loved you for so long...I would not give up the y-years we’ve spent together, even the fighting, for anything. I just...you mean so m-much to me, and I-I can’t imagine a life without you, and...well, it’s legal, but I wouldn’t care if it weren’t, so I-I just...” He lifted the small box on his palm, “Please...please, Steve, will...w-will you....marry me?” His voice was barely a whisper as he opened the box for the blond. 

“Tony...Tony, is this why you were...are you scared?” Steve pulled the brunette up into a kiss, gentle and sweet, loving, “You were...you were afraid I would say no.” 

“You haven’t e-exactly said yes...” Tony pointed out, eyes wary, 

“Oh, well in that case,” Steve bit Tony’s lip, eyes full of laughter, “Yes.”

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Imagine you're having a really bad day and you're stressed out and start crying and tony does everything he can to make you feel better

(So….so people keep sending me these, saying “you” as in me, and I honestly can’t think how to write this…so I hope it’s okay if I replace “you” with…Clint, or Natasha, or Bruce? Even Steve or Bucky?) 

Steve didn’t often have flashbacks, and he talked about them even less, but that day had been different; he didn’t even know who he had punched, whose hands were carding carefully through his hair, soothing him. He lifted his head, the day had been one of the worst he had ever experienced, and he had hurt someone...but who? He forced his eyes open, brilliant blue orbs flicking over bruised olive skin, dark eyes, and darker hair. 

“Tony! Oh, I’m so sorry-!” Steve jerked up, hands fluttering uselessly over Tony’s bruised cheek, “I hit you, oh god, Tony, I-!” The genius pressed a finger to Steve’s lips, silencing him, 

“Hey, it’s okay. Come on. I...I get them too.” The brunette said quietly, “Come on, we’re going to make a pillow fort.” Steve watched Tony pull the cushions off the couch, face the vision of perplexity, “Get over here and help me, Rogers.” Tony called, adding blankets to the pile. He guided Steve to sit down, patting his head, and then hurried to make tea and dig out snacks. “Jarvis? Prep my emergency lineup.” 

“Of course, sir.” Jarvis replied, and the tv lit up just as Tony returned with big mugs of hot tea and many snacks. The first film was Peter Pan. Simple, easy, cartoons in a line that would play until they were calm and happy. Steve reluctantly sipped his tea, blinking in surprise when he felt the warmth flood through his chest and he calmed a little. 

“There we go. Okay, settle in, I’ll be right back.” Tony vanished again, padding lightly as if afraid that he would bother Steve or startle him into being panicked and flighty again. He returned with thick, soft pajamas, wearing his own set of soft flannels, “Here, if you get uncomfortable in those jeans.” He stacked the pajamas near Steve, climbing into the pillows without hesitation to tuck himself into Steve’s arms. “See? Everything is fine.” And Tony was silent after that, offering Steve various candies, cookies, and snacks. 

To Steve’s surprise, by the third movie, Dumbo of course, he was extremely relaxed and could think of nowhere he would rather be than cuddled up against his teammate in a pillow fort watching cartoons. 

“Hey....Tony...?” He whispered, smiling when he realized that Tony was dozing softly against his side, “Thank you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the brunette’s hair before he turned his attention to the screen. 

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imagine tony is the only one who doesn't realize that he's depressed

“Wanna spar?” The words barely garnered a response from Tony, sitting listlessly at the table, his eyes staring blankly at the surface. “Stark?” Clint waved a hand in front of his face, “Come on, working out is good for…this.” 

“…this?” Tony looked up, “What? I’m…I’m fine, I’m just in a slump…can’t think of anything to build.” He lowered his gaze back to the table, 

“A slump? Tony, that’s not…” Clint sighed, “It’s not a slump.” He said as he sat beside Tony, 

“Yes it is, go away, I’m fine.” The genius stood, feeling as if everything were in slow motion. “I just…maybe need to lie down…or…”

“Hey, Tony, where are you going? I thought we were going to watch Star Wars?” Bruce called as Tony meandered to his room, 

“I...” The slimmer brunette paused, looking at the floor, “I’m sorry Bruce, I just don’t feel up to it. I’m gonna take a nap.” He trailed into his room, shutting the door behind him. Bruce turned to look at Clint immediately, 

“What do we do? He’s clearly-”

“I know,” Clint replied quickly, “I tried to talk to him, but it didn’t stick, he thinks he’s in a slump.” The archer finished, grimacing, “He needs-”

“We don’t get to decide what he needs, Clint...it’s hard, I’ll try to talk to him, but it’s his decision in the end and we all know it.” The archer’s face fell, 

“I know...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep, I understand that he has to come to the decision himself and we can’t interfere, but it’s hard seeing him get like this.” Bruce offered him a wan smile, 

“It’s going to be okay, Jarvis is keeping an eye on him.” 

(I’m sorry this is short and doesn’t have resolution, but I’m in a bad spot right now and writing depression is making mine worse so I’m going to leave it here.)

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imagine tony meeting the rudest, most cruel hater ever on avengers press conference and then tearing up because of the things they said to him and then tearing up even more when the whole team backs him up and defends him and comfort him

After everything they'd been through, everything that Tony had had to face in the past few years, he had thought he would be able to handle a single reporter. He had been wrong, terribly wrong.

"Mr. Stark, what made you think creating Ultron was a good idea? No answer? Still? What do you plan to do about Sokovia?" The reporter pushed on brazenly,

"The Stark Relief Fund is in Sokovia rebuilding-" Tony's voice sounded small, smaller than the rest of his team had ever heard.

"It's been over a year and the city still isn't rebuilt. Shouldn't you be focusing on helping there instead of-?" The reporter left the sentence hanging there for a moment, "Whatever it is you're doing while the new Avengers train?"

"I am assisting in the training, I-" Tony stumbled over his words, "Look, I'm doing all that I can, construction takes time, building plans take time-"

"Well maybe if you pushed a little more instead of sitting on your ass-" The reporter snapped, and Tony flinched as his eyes went misty with tears; he had endured two hours of this, two hours of this reporter tearing into him about anything and everything he could, the accords and how they had failed, even bringing up his brief imprisonment in the Raft, a time that left Tony shaking and terrified.

"That's enough!" Steve's voice rang out, and the reporter's grin slid off his face slowly, "Tony Stark has done everything he can, he has put his neck on the line, saved all our lives more than one, and yes, he has made mistakes, but haven't we all? Haven't you?" Steve set his hand on Tony's shoulder, offering support. "This conference is over, he has answered all the questions he could, and these have all been answered before." Steve gave a gentle squeeze, "Come on, let's go, Tony." The rest of the team gathered behind him, blocking him from the reporters' eyes.

"He was a jerk," Clint grunted as they stepped out into the main living area of the new facility.

"He had no idea what he was talking about." Natasha added in, pacing back and forth like a cat.

"Exactly." Wanda agreed, touching Tony's shoulder and sending calmness into him through the link. Tears rolled down his cheeks,

"I...but...are you....serious?" Tony stumbled as they led him to the couch, sitting around him and bringing him coffee.

"Of course we are. You made mistakes, Tony, we all did. We've moved past that, worked through it." Steve assured him, "We'll stay here with you."

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imagine that tony deep down is actually very self-concious and insecure about himself, so when the avengers tell him he did something wrong, tell him to stop being annoying or tease him/laugh at him he gets really sad and quiet and can't really make a coherent sentence, so after couple of incidents, they notice and talk to him about it

The feeling of hopelessness pervaded Tony’s senses, leaving him stumbling over the sentence he had been attempting to utter when Clint’s offhand comment had slapped him in the face. “Stop being so annoying.” The archer had uttered and Tony’s throat had closed, leaving him quiet. He hadn’t realized that he was being annoying, he hadn’t understood until that moment that none of his team mates were even remotely interested in what he had to say. 

Slowly, Tony slid to his feet, stepping out of the room and mumbling about going to the workshop. Natasha’s head lifted, eyes tracking Tony out of the room. She leaned back in her chair, turning her gaze to Clint, 

“What?” The archer asked when he met her stare, 

“Why’d you say that to Tony? He wasn’t being annoying...he was talking about something really interesting.” She crossed her arms and Clint blinked, 

“I...I don’t know, I just-” Clint trailed off, “I don’t know.” He finished helplessly. 

“Did you see his face...?” Bruce’s voice was sad, and he stood up, “Clint, go say sorry. Get him to come back....” He turned for the elevator, “Or you don’t get any more tea from me.” Clint was on his feet in seconds, 

“Okay! Okay, I’m going!” He exclaimed, hurrying to the elevator. 

Ton kept his head down as the team gathered around him in the living room several long minutes later. He couldn’t look up at them, look into their eyes, nothing. He bit his lip, swallowing thickly, and Clint touched his shoulder. 

“Tones, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” The archer’s voice was sincere, “We care about you. We...look, it’s movie night, and we thought maybe you would pick the movie and-” 

“What Clint is trying to say is that we all want you here and we find what you have to say interesting most of the time.” Bruce pitched in, laying his hand on Tony’s other shoulder. 

“We’re sorry if we ever made you feel like that wasn’t the truth,” The next voice to chime in was Steve’s, and Tony flushed, trying to take a step backward, 

“Come on, watch a movie with us.” Voice sleek like silk, Natasha led Tony to the couch, “Whatever you want to watch. Anything will be good if you choose it.” 

(I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind, anon, but this is what I can give you. Here’s to a prompt a day! *Raises imaginary glass*)