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[irnstrk]

dependent tony stark for reshieldedhq. ━━ penned by summer.

[irnstrk]

hamdashi​:

“ i can’t believe they won’t let me in there. “  (  @irnstrk​  )

tony raised an eyebrow. he thought he recognized the kid. he was a new hire, wasn’t it? “you don’t have a badge yet, do you?”

[irnstrk]

solarosta​:

@irnstrk

❝ so … where does a guy a submit his avengers application ? i think i would be perfect for the team. i’ve got the experience ! ❞

“avengers application? i don’t think it quite works that way. i’ve been out of commission, so i’m not really the boss man anymore. but i’m sure i can pass along any kind of info you have to give me,” he said with a shrug. “what exactly is your experience, anyway?”

[irnstrk]

it hadn’t been hard to find strange. he knew where he hung out. “so when you said ‘there’s only one way’, what you meant was ‘it doesn’t matter, you’ll come back to life a few years later anyway’, huh? i’m blaming you, for the record.” @drstrvnge​

[irnstrk]

in any other situation, the idea of having a drink with loki would have made tony’s skin crawl. he never was fond of the god, he hadn’t gotten to know the reformed version of them that thor grieved the loss of, but he recognized that people could change. and really, loki being a different, better person, and alive from the dead - or was it from another universe? - was really not the weirdest thing to happen. maybe he ought to give them a chance. “the last time i poured you a drink, our days both ended very differently than how i expect this day to end. though, i’m not sure you would remember that day,” he said, handing loki a drink. @ofmischiefhearted​

[irnstrk]

brutalknight​:

 STYLE  RECONGIZES  STYLE.  AS  DOES  EGO  ,  bruce    heard    more    than    enough    about    tony    stark    :    iron    man.    the    man    bold    enough    to    live    two    open    lives    as    a    hero    and    as    a    billionaire.    one    could    argue    that    the    men    were    two    sides    of    the    same    coin    —    and    perhaps    for    tony    and    bruce    that    was    true.    but    for    iron    man    and    batman    ?    arguable.    with    his    posture    upright    bruce    watches    as    the    other    elite    leans    into    his    chair.    ❝    bruce    wayne.    ❞    he    says    in    response.    ❝    so    what    is    it    that    you    do    ,    mister    stark    ?    ❞

tony flashed him a winning smile and shrugged. “a better question would be what don’t i do,” he teased. arrogance and confidence followed tony wherever he went, even if half the time it was fake. a solid coping mechanism, really, one that most who knew him had already seen through. though, to a certain degree, it was earned. “i’m the owner and current acting ceo of stark industries, benefactor and founding member of the avengers, engineer, consultant for s.h.i.e.l.d. and s.w.o.r.d., and, of course, iron man. oh, also, i invented time travel. at least, in this universe.” was that too much? maybe, but it was true. “what do you do, mister wayne?” he asked, mirroring the formality. 

[irnstrk]

wrmchne​:

rhodey huffs in fond exasperation at tony’s antics  .  “  you know that’s not what i meant  ,  ”  he says  ,  “  but also  ,  only if you tell me why you’re so keen to break in to their mainframe yourself  —  friday’s probably already got half a dozen back doors  ,  she takes after her father after all  .  ”  he doesn’t mention that he’s really not a computer guy  —  he took a couple of compsci electives in undergrad  ,  and he’s absorbed some things through osmosis by hanging around tony for so long  ,  but doing it himself  ?  nah  —  because such things have never held tony back before  (  cough flying the iron man suit through a no-fly zone in afghanistan while ignoring rhodey’s attempts to talk to him cough  )  &  …  well  ,  tony would probably do it anyway  ,  better that he has company while he does it  .

as much as rhodey may have seemed irritated, or was pretending to be, tony could see right through him. he was just as happy to be having this conversation as he was himself. “what did you mean then, rhodey?” he prodded. tony shrugged. “for starters, i’m a little bored. but also, this whole s.w.o.r.d. thing is kinda new to me, and i don’t know if i trust them yet or not. what better way to know than poking around? and of course she does. how else am i supposed to be prepared to handle things?” he said matter-of-factly, as if these things weren’t based on his biases at all. he leaned back in this chair, flashing rhodey a wicked grin. “are you gonna join me then, or not?” 

[irnstrk]

grlslay​:

                       *  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄   &   𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘   .   .   .    𝘧𝘵   !   @irnstrk​  .

              ❝   𝐈'𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐓  of  weird  shit  happen  to  me  in  the  past  few  weeks  but  i’ve  got  say  .  .  .  tony  stark  coming  back  from  the  dead  just  might  be  at  the  top  of  the  list  .   ❞

“you think it’s weird for you? imagine how i feel. there aren’t any self help books on how to deal with being dead for two years,” he pointed out. it was nice, though, the honesty. most people danced around the fact that he’d been dead. 

[irnstrk]

bvrnbrvken​:

closed for @irnstrk​ location: valentine’s mixer

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” It wasn’t just the fact that, somehow, she’d been signed up for some inane matchmaking program - though she was sure to give Anya an earful about that - it was also who she’d been matched with. Her hand snaps up, “no offense, Tony.” She’d meant the offense. “I’m going to wring Anya’s neck out for this. Child murder is okay, right? I feel like it’s justified.” She waves the letter around. “At least it’s better than getting matched up with Clint.” She sighs, downing the rest of her champagne. “You didn’t pay the organizers off just to mess with me, did you?”

tony signed up for the matchmaking program because he thought it was kinda funny, and he figured there was really nothing to lose. he was wrong, and he should’ve known any ‘great idea’ he had would be wrong. “feels like it’s full offense, tony,” he corrected. “anya isn’t a child, but murder is usually frowned upon,” he noted with a casual shrug. he frowned a little, not too sure how he felt about the backhanded compliment. “i don’t make habits of paying people off just for kicks. if you really didn’t want to do something, you could’ve said so.” 

[irnstrk]

greatresponsibility​:​

It was a horrible cycle: Peter found a father, a mentor, a friend. Someone he trusted, someone he admired, someone who could help him make sense of what he’d gotten himself into. He let himself believe for just long enough that it was all going to be alright this time. And then they were gone. Peter had put the Avengers long behind him. He’d hung up the Stark suits (what was left of them; they were too expensive to keep repaired on his own), he’d slipped back into his own tights, he’d started to remember how to stand on his own. He was done with trusting, because he was done with losing.

And Tony Stark–fucking Tony Stark. Went out a hero and left Peter behind to clean up his mess, left him to be destroyed by a man who had scores to settle with the dead, so he took them out on the next best thing. Peter was sure he was back, the way they were all back, but he hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t sought him out. He hated him, he thought, and he missed him, and this would have all been so much easier if Tony were here, or if Tony had never been here. But here was Tony Stark now, standing in his doorway, looking painfully out of place in a Queens apartment block.

Peter swallowed. He didn’t push the door open wider, he didn’t invite him in, he didn’t offer a stupid joke or a goofy smile. He just crossed his arms and stared, grateful for the little bit of height he had on Tony. He wanted to hug him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch him square in that smug jaw. Instead, he said, tightly, “Hi, Tony.” 

while he knew that this was kind of an odd visit, and he didn’t really blame peter for having a hard time facing him, he was a bit surprised by the intense coldness from the other. tony hadn’t really done anything to deserve that, not as far as he could remember. he understood peter had gone through some shit since he’d gone back, but that was kind of the nature of the job. surely peter wasn’t surprised by that. he’d been through some shit before he met tony, too. 

but tony took it in stride. people not being happy to see him or fond of him in general was nothing new, even if it hadn’t been what he’d expected here. “oof. that hurts. stings, even. what’s got you all wound up like this? i’m a nice guy you know. one of the nicest there is. no one ever told you that?” he said, standing at the door. “it’s not ever day you get to talk to the dead, pete. now i’m not saying i was expecting a party or anything, but a little welcome would be nice,” he teased. “you want to get something to eat, or do you really want me to get lost?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. he wasn’t about to stand here in peter’s hallway for more than twenty minutes. 

[mancandykings]

John Cho as Andrew Kim in The Exorcist s02e01. 

[irnstrk]

things sure had changed since he’d left. there were so many spiders now, and he was having a hard time keeping up. was this normal? he wasn’t really sure anymore. “just how many spider-people are there these days? and exactly which alias do you use again?” tony asked, squinting a little. he’d have f.r.i.d.a.y. make notes for him. @spideyrgirl​

[irnstrk]

tony was torn between pretending like nothing happened and avoiding dealing with the emotional turmoil that involved seeking out the people he cared about and talking to them. things would go one of two ways; they’d also pretend nothing happened, which he did appreciate, honestly, or they’d get upset, which he couldn’t blame them for. he was a fucking emotional mess about it himself, and he would easily do the same. he’d put off finding peter for way too long. it was pathetic of him, but the kid had a lot going on, and he didn’t need his dead mentor - was he even his mentor? - showing up and reopening old wounds. at the same time, what kind of asshole didn’t show up at all? so he just ripped the bandaid off and did it, after a week or two of deliberation. “hey, kid. i’d ask if you missed me, but i know you did. i’m hard not to miss.” that was a lie. @greatresponsibility​

[irnstrk]

brutalknight​:

  *     ╰      𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.     :     @reshieldedstart​

HE’S    THE    TEXTBOOK    DEFINITION    OF    DEBONAIR.    bruce    sips    from    his    chilled    glass.    poison    of    choice    ?    an    old    fashioned.    with    the    exception    of    champagne    for    a    charity    ball,    bruce    wasn’t    a    frequent    drinker.    the    old    fashioned    was    there    to    keep    him    company.    he    scribbles    nothing    yet    everything    in    his    notepad;    a    feeble    attempt    to    gather    evidence    about    a    world    he    knew    nothing    about.     he    kept    his    attention    on    the    paper    but    the    lingering    feeling    of    a    body    near    him    grew    unbearable.    ❝    you    can    sit.    the    chair    won’t    eat    you    alive,    promise.    ❞

ever since the arrival of the people-from-another-world-entirely, tony had heard quite a bit about this bruce wayne. from word alone, he thought they had some things in common. it felt like it was only a matter of time before he talked to one of these people-from-another-world-entirely, and so he found himself standing in front of him, watching as he scribbled things in his notepad. he couldn’t blame him. he’d be doing the same if the roles were reversed. “damn. you’re crushing all my hopes and dreams, you know,” he said, pushing the chair out and leaning down like he was going to sit. “you better hope you’re right,” he teased, finally sitting. “guess you win that one. tony stark,” he introduced himself, leaning back a little. 

[irnstrk]

hotauntmay​:

“  i  do  have  a  little  more  cash  lying  around  than  peter  does  -  ”   may  admits  jokingly  ,   nudging  him  with  her  hip  as  she  passes  by  to  grab  her  jacket  from  the  closet  . “  the  part  you’re  comfortable  sharing  .   though  fair  warning  ,   i’m  not  a  therapist  -  but  still  a  pretty  damn  good  listener  .  ” 

that was far beyond the point. no one had as much cash lying around as he did. “if you want to take me out, i won’t stop you,” he teased, winking at her playfully. “i’ve shared plenty with people who weren’t therapists. you know banner has seven phds and not a single one of them involves psychology?” he said, his tone still light. bruce wasn’t all that great of a listener half the time anyway. it didn’t really bother tony, though. 

[irnstrk]

bvrtons​:

clint had felt lost for so long, and everything had felt so dark, his whole life really, it was just something that he had gotten used to. he never had been one to make friends all that easily, whether it was his monotonous draw or putting the work first and the people second, he had a hard time, and it had felt like out of nowhere he had gotten this family, it was messy and complicated, too much pain that waxed and waned over the years but they were a family when clint didn’t have one. and then some had disappeared into the blip, some died, and now they were back it was an overwhelming feeling of feeling like it was all out of your control, that nothing you did was ever going to be enough. he rolls his eyes, a smile on his lip as he pushes the others shoulder softly. “we can take off to pick up the pizza. you’re going to have to fill me in—you and i have a whole lot of catching up to do.”

not knowing what was going on was something tony wasn’t really all too familiar with. maybe he was kept out of the loop sometimes, but tony just understood things with ease. it came easy to him. for all his faults, the way he could figure things out was one of his best redeeming qualities. or at least, he thought as much. but this was new. he didn’t know why he was here, or for how long he would be here. he had no idea what to expect. “let’s not waste anymore time then,” he grinned. he rubbed the back of his neck and let out a soft sigh. “hate to disappoint, but i don’t have as much filling in to do as you do.” 

[irnstrk]

quicksilverjr​:

𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢: shit

𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢: i didnt realize u gave me ur actual number i thought it was a joke

𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢: i feel like i should say sorry but im not 

ᴛᴏɴʏ ⇢ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅꜱᴛᴇʀ 2.0 : would be a weird joke. plus the joke is on you. i’m annoying  ᴛᴏɴʏ ⇢ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅꜱᴛᴇʀ 2.0 : people need to be asking the hard hitting questions. you’re doing us all a favor