Anon asked: “Hey love your starker drabbles. I wondering if you could do a Kim possible au. Where Tony is drakken, Peter is Shego and Steve is Kim and Bucky is Ron”
Can I just say this was the best prompt ever? Just. Wow. I got to rewatch Kim Possible and I was a child again and everything was great. This was so much fun.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Tony murmurs, catching his breath as he collapses onto his back and Peter snuggles into his side. He drags the pads of his fingers up and down Peter’s smooth, bare waist. “We’ll get him next time, I’m sure of it. There’s no way they’ll be able to best my cloning device.”
Peter hums, half interested, spent and exhausted, he snuggles in further. “Sure we will. G’night,”
“He can’t keep defeating you, today was the last time.”
Peter frowns, sitting up. “What do you mean defeating me? Steve defeated you.”
Tony pauses, shaking his head. “Uh, no, he defeats you. You’re the one fighting him.”
Peter gasps; choking on a disbelieving laugh. “I’m the one who does everything! You’re the one who always has to explain the whole entire plan! Which, by the way, is one of the reasons you always lose!” At Tony’s uncomprehending look, Peter scowls, getting out of bed and taking the blanket with him. “Next time, you can do it alone.”
“Peter! Baby!” Tony cries after him, but Peter’s already disappeared down the hallway.
*
Next time turns out to be the next week, and really, Tony was doing just fine before his teleportation device gave way and now Steve’s stupid sidekick is smashing all his machinery and Steve is pinning him to the wall trying to get cuffs on his hands when-
there’s a large, horrible sort of hum, and they all turn and Tony grins when he sees his boy- decked out in his green and black- holding a gigantic magnet and Bucky comes flying across the room.
Steve immediately lets go and rushes after him. “Buck!” He yells, glaring at Peter. “Peter, you don’t have to do this. We don’t have to keep fighting. Just leave him-“
“Yeah, no,” Peter sighs, summoning the green flames into his palms, “he’s sort of- got me on retainer, and honey, I don’t think you can beat his price.”
Tony chuckles, reaching for his gun as Peter and Steve settle into their usual routine. Impressive displays of strength and kicks, knocking each other across the room as Bucky tries to dislodge his arm.
And then Tony accidentally steps on the self-destruct button for their underground lair. Why did he build one of those, again?
Peter’s eyes snap to him, and he groans. “You didn’t.”
*
Later, in bed, in a new lair by the fire, Tony and Peter cuddle up.
“So, we lost again,” Tony sighs glumly, and Peter prods him hard. “Okay, okay, I lost. But it’s not really losing, is it, baby? Not with you here.”
“I’m literally only here because you pay me,” Peter snipes, but it’s not true and they know it, and they decide to take the day off tomorrow: eating scrambled eggs on buttery toast and playing with their new puppy. (”I’ll take care of it, Pete! I swear!”)
They’ll definitely take over the world tomorrow.