chapter prompt: Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, comes to you on a spring day of 2016 and requests for you and another teenager to consider joining his team for the arrest and battle against Captain America’s team.
a/n: at the end of the chapter ! please read it and give me feedback and thoughts in the comments for this post!!! I own none of the characters used in this story.
warning(s): some foul language.
desc.: gender neutral y/n, peter parker x reader
"Y/N, I can't keep waiting for you to wake up forever. Get up, kid."
Brightness filled the span of your vision, from corner to corner as you blinked desperately to regain your sight. You look to your left and see Tony Stark close and lock the door to your bedroom. You sit up on your bed, staring. Tony turned towards you, noticing you were still in your school clothes. How odd it seemed for someone to not almost immediately change out into some sweats after class. At least, that’s what many would do.
“Anyway, I got this great opportunity for you,” Tony looked out the window of your bedroom, out to the city view, “can’t reject it.” There was a pause between the both of you, before you spoke out. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about this “opportunity”?” His gaze flickered over to you, deliberating over exactly how much he should tell you. “Oh, yeah. Well,” He began, “I’m Iron Man, right?” You gave a nod, now sitting on the edge of your bed. “So, no questioning what openings I give you.” You managed to see a shot of his smirk from the side, searching for your own words as he looked around your room. “Funkos? Got any Iron Man ones?” He held up the box in front of him, you took it from his hold, putting it back, “Just don’t take it out of the box.” You put the still figure back in its place, your back facing the billionaire.
“How do I know if I want this offer?” He went silent. “Because you won’t go to jail if you’re on my team.” You take a hard few blinks, your brows furrowing together as your mouth was agape, surprised. “Excuse me, what?” You turn your head, looking over your shoulder, in disbelief of what just came out of his mouth. What was meant by jail?! He took out the chair from your small workspace, one leg over the other as his fingers rested upon his temple. He was looking at you, a small sigh heard escaping from him, “I’m getting the hint that you’re not interested?” You groan to yourself, burying your face into your hands, elbows on your knees as you sit down. You slump, slightly, “Thi- This is insane, I don’t even know who you’re up against, I-“ Tony shrugged, holding his hands up to the side, “Save yourself the time and make a decision. Or not.
“Look, kid, do you want to be on my team or not? Just say something.” You make a face, appalled by the audacity of him. But it was nothing you didn’t expect. “How can I even say anything yet? Tony, you haven’t even told me even a word about this missio-!” Tony shushed you, holding up his index finger, getting up from the chair. “Hey, hey, hey,” He cut you off, “me, now. This is me. Talking now.” You stare up at him, tepid by what he was pulling with you. “You know Captain America, right? ‘Course you do, he’s a human soldier popsicle.” Your arms are folded against your chest, giving a short nod as you went on to listen. “He's gone crazy, alright? You've seen news coverage of the Sokovia Accords?" He knew what kind of answer to expect from you: of course you knew about the Accords and what had happened in Lagos. Considering the fatality of the disaster, and all of the destruction caused by him, he was undoubtedly sure everyone knew what had happened. "Everyone at school's been talking about it. It's everywhere," You answer honestly, Tony nodding in response. "He doesn't want to sign them. The Accords, Cap. Far from willing to do that. But I want you on my team. In Germany." You hesitate, inhaling sharply, quietly.
"Who else is on our team?" Tony raises finger-by-finger on his hand, counting away as he listed off names, "Clint, Vision, T'Challa, Rhodey, Vision, Natasha (maybe), and a kid about your age." Eyebrows raised, you become curious about this kid. "My age?" You slightly tilt your head to the side, "what's his name?" Tony reflected an image of the onesie suit swinging around New York, catching a rogue car from crashing into a city transport bus. You watch the video until it ends. It's impressive. "His name is 'Spider-Man.'" You raise a brow, letting yourself grin and relax. "'Spider-Man'? Didn't you say he's my age?" Tony switched off the device, "Kid probably likes the ring of it. Anyways, you need to pack."
"How do you know I'm interested?" You questioned, a bit shocked at the fact of traveling to some place in Germany. A good eight hours from here on a flight. "One: you said "our team", and two: you just said you are." Although still vexed by the idea of traveling to a foreign country in Europe to fight some old patriotic man from the 1940s, you did know that Tony would have your back in keeping you safe (to an extent, you knew the him and how he was), security shouldn’t be too big of a problem there. Oh but what would you tell your parents? And your school? “When do we have to leave?” Tony sighed out a little, adjusting the famous Stark glasses he always dawned. “Tomorrow.” You cast a glance back up at him, slowly giving a couple of nods, “What am I supposed to tell my parents? They used to work for you, they know your tricks!” Tony shook his head a bit, “This is the Internship, the Stark Internship. That started after they retired. Matter of fact, why did they retire?”
”Mr. Stark-“ You sigh. “My parents thought it would be safer for us to resign from working for you. Especially after the 2012 New York aliens attack. They were right.” Tony rose a brow, puzzled, “And you’re here, accepting my offer to be an Avenger?” You searched for words, knowing that he was right in a way. It seemed hypocritical to tell that working for him was dangerous, and, now, this would be working with him. But in your defense, you were different from your parents: you would rather run to the battle to help rather than run from it. “They were right: in some way. But not really in my way.” Tony listened for more, holding his chin in hand. “Your way is?”
”I don’t run from things.”
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“We’re on a tight schedule here!” You heard Happy yell at you from downstairs. You rummaged through your things, checking over to make sure you had exactly everything you needed at your stay in Germany. “Seriously, do they really take this long?” Happy pointed up to the ceiling, asking the L/Ns (your Last Name), your parents. Your father shrugged, taking a sip from his morning mug of espresso, your mother busy preparing some food for you. Down the stairs of your home, you hold your bag, slung over your shoulder, Happy carrying the rest of them out to the limo. “Mom, I think they’ll have enough food for me over there,” You pick up the small bag of cereal, “I don’t think you need to pack all of this for me?”
“You’re never so sure,” She grinned, handing you a juice box. “And I’m not six,” You remind, yet still poking the straw into the box, sipping from it. She gestured towards your actions whilst arching a brow towards you, “Alright, well, call me when you get there.” She patted you on the shoulder, not the firm and active believer in physical affection. She never really was. You didn’t have the best relationship together, but it was a process you were slowly working on. You were hoping it would just work. “You done in here?” Happy peaked from the front door, you sent a short nod. You clutch your bag still, your palms becoming sweaty as you think to yourself. You were literally traveling to a foreign country to fight some mutants, Avengers, and whoever else there was on the opposing team. All you were aware of, really, was that The Vision, Black Widow, King (then Prince) T’Challa, Iron Man, War Machine, and some Spider-person (“Spider-Man”?) was on your team. Whoever this new person your age was, you wanted to meet him if you got the opportunity to. “Are we staring off into space or what? Look, kid, we gotta go. Now?”
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The hotel was swanky, expensive. Clearly, if it was Tony being the one paying for it. You were instructed to “hurry up and put the suit on” as you were “on a tight schedule.” But where was the suit? You raise your chin up, swirling in circles over the space of the room, looking for this suit. Unable to see the piece of fabric and armor, you sit down on the hotel bed, only to feel a dark briefcase poke at your arm. You open it, feeling dumbfounded as you mentally questioned your lack of intelligence: there the suit was, inside the case. You assumed it was a package for your appreciated stay. You marvel in awe at the colors and texture of your new suit, which was far better than you could ever have imagined. You didn’t think Tony would spoil you this much. You grab hold of it, holding it up to your neck as you gaze into the hotel room mirror nearby, watching your reflection carefully. The colors greatly complimented your e/c eyes (your eye color) and your skin tone. Once you try it on, you observe, the suit fitting you in all the best places. Unwrinkled, fitting, and comfortable, you felt like this suit was so surreal, it truly felt like it was yours. Not someone else’s. Because it wasn’t. It never will be. A knock came from the door, you peek out, the door slightly creaking open, seeing Happy.
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The weather was warm, fluffy, seemingly weightless clouds floating slowly horizontally in the atmosphere. Germany looked breathtaking, modern with old placed pieces of architecture. You fidget with a loose piece of the suit, anxious before the fight. Currently, you were at this airport in Schkeuditz, waiting for your call to go walk out onto the airport outdoors platform.
“Let me guess, you’re the other new one?” You jump a tad, turning around to see a ginger-haired woman, with sharp green eyes staring right at you, arms folded against her own dark suit. You nod slowly, intimidated by the presence of the Black Widow. She extends her hand out towards you, “Natasha Romanoff.” She raised a brow back at you, awaiting for the reply of your name. “Y/N L/N.”
"Y/N." Natasha hummed, clearing her throat. The grip was firm, solid, in her handshake, "What's special about you?" For a second, you pause, a little offended but trying to suppress it. "I mean, your powers? Or?"
"Oh, oh!" Natasha smiled a bit at your reaction. "Well, I have precognition. Plus, I’ve known Tony since I was a kid, so.” Natasha nods, listening. “I’ve known Tony for years too. It’s- an experience,” She chuckles with you, attempting to lighten up the mood some more. “Anyway,” You smile still, “you’re on our team?” The ex-assassin lets out a long sigh, “Things are complicated.” She shifted her gaze away, staring off. You frown a little, about to speak before you were cut off. “Come on,” She nudged you, heading off to where you didn’t know where. Above, you hear what sounds like jets, only to discover the War Machine and Iron Man.
“Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?”
You look over at Natasha, following shortly behind her after a while. “Steve,” With a stern look, “you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?“ You recognize all of the heroes gathered here, except for just one. Who was it?
“Alright. I’ve run out of patience: Underoos!”
And just like the name, a spider flipped into motion: “Spider-Man.”
What looks like some white silly string (no, webs) ties both of Captain America's wrists together, the new super nailing a precise landing, stealing the shield. “Nice job, kid.” The figure stands back up, looking down at the shield, then at Tony, “Thanks! Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better; it's just the new suit— Well it's nothing, Mr. Stark! It's- it's perfect, thank you.” Tony shook his head at the boy (judging from the cracking puberty voice), “Yeah, we don’t really need to start a conversation.” Spider-Man moved his gaze over to Captain, giving a quick salute, “Okay. Uh, Cap- Captain. Big fan. I'm Spider-Man.” Clearly having enough of this, Tony motioned for the hero to just zip it. “Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just-“
You smirk to yourself at the nature of the teenage boy; whoever he was, he sure liked to talk. “You’ve been busy,” Cap grinned, Tony’s frustration beginning to just show. “And you’ve been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint, “rescuing” Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave: a safe place! I'm trying to keep— I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart.”
“You did that when you signed.”
“Alright- We’re done. You’re gonna turn Barnes over; you're gonna come with us: Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys, with no compunction about being impolite. Come on..”
Unexpectedly, you whip your gaze up to see an arrow cut through the web binding Captain’s wrist together. “Alright, Lang.” Lang? Who was Lang?! You weren’t informed about a “Lang”! Looking alarmed, the new member in red and blue speaks up, “Hey, guys, something—“ And within seconds, something or someone came out of thin air, knocking Spider-Man over, stealing the shield from the kid’s grasp. “I believe this is yours, Captain America.” Hey, who was this new guy? “Oh, great- Alright, there's two on the parking deck: one of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you want to take Cap?” You look to Natasha, for some sort of guidance. She looked back towards you, standing there, looks of conflict written all over her face.
“Hey, Mr. Stark, what should I do?”
“What we discussed: keep your distance, web 'em up.”
“Okay, copy that!” You hear Spider-Man shout back, swinging off somewhere with his webbing. You look over with Natasha, noticing the “Lang” approach near the both of you. “Look, I really don't want to hurt you,” He faces you after her, “and you.” She seems to shrug, “I wouldn’t stress about it.” Without warning or any sign of hesitation, she knees him in the groin, Lang groaning in pain while you attempt to help; however, she shoots you a look of “wait” instead. Lang clicks something, suddenly disappearing before your eyes. What in the- “Where did he-?” The auburn-haired woman zaps something off of her wrist. Was that Lang? You look around, confused to now only discover a sudden dent in a nearby truck. You turn around, Rhodes swooping in. “Sorry, Cap, this won't kill you but it ain't gonna tickle either.” With him unleashing mace onto Cap’s shield, you see yourself running to assist, but Captain kicks War Machine, breaking his mace. After he tosses something, a regular sized truck appears out of complete thin air. Hearing Mark 46, you immediately turn around to see Tony helping Nat back up. “Is this part of the plan?” She turns to see the devastation from the vehicle. “Well, my plan was to go easy on them. You wanna switch it up?”
“Captain Rogers,” A flying figure floats towards the WWII soldier, “I know you believe what you're doing is right, but for the collective good, you must surrender now.” As the android continued approaching, the entire team, including you, lined up, facing the opposing one. Natasha sighs under her breath, “This is gonna end well.” You cast an antsy look to Tony to your right, but he was too fixated on Cap, not bothering to spare a glance back towards you. However, trying to impress and convince Tony to invite you to more of these, you put on a face of grim persistency. “They're.. not stopping?”
Sprinting. Both sides start to sprint towards each other, fierce enough to withstand backing out of this one. You feel the cool breeze brush through your hair, and you can see the other side, running towards all of you. Soon enough, your weapon quickly clashes with another’s: a bow. You see Natasha on the opposite side of Clint, about to pin her down to the floor until you catch him with your weapon. Natasha stares over at you, eyes widened. “Go!” You groan, trying your very best to hold him still with what strength you had. That didn’t last long, as you felt a warm, strong force raising you up, your feet hovering over the ground. Whipping your gaze over to your right, you see Wanda Maximoff, each of her hands surrounded with a glowing red energy. She projects you elsewhere, to her left, and you try to regain your balance, stumbling backward on your feet until you bump into someone tall. You look up to see the red and blue famous Super Soldier towering over you. From your case, he doesn’t view you as much of a threat right now; instead, he runs and aims, swiftly flinging his shield upwards. You hear someone fall with a thump, then see them catch themself and regain balance. “That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all!” You see Spider-Man peer over behind Captain, sending a wave your way, “hi.”
You return the greeting, causing this to smile at the nature of the boy, blushing slightly whilst mouthing a “hi” back. Ignoring the interaction currently excluding him, Steve looks back towards Spider-Man, “Look, kid, there's a lot going on here that you don't understand.” You watch this, your turn to be temporarily excluded. “Mr. Stark said you'd say that, wow,” Without a second thought to it, he fires his webs, sticking to Steve's shield and ankle. He pulls Steve towards him with them; Spider-Man kicks him backwards. “He also said to go for your legs.” He notices Steve running to retain his shield, webbing Steve’s hands, pulling him again. Steve grits his teeth and somersaults, attempting to shoot him into the air towards you. You strive to catch him, succeeding in doing so, Spider-Man’s “eyes” widening back towards you, clearly impressed, “How did you- ?” Both of you stop, watching Cap use the web to tug Spider-Man towards him, and you let him go to protect yourself, Steve knocking him down with his own shield. The fellow new recruit jumps and pulls his weight on top of an airport gangway, carefully pulling you with him. “Stark tell you anything else?” Steve looks at him and then you, too. You shrug, looking next to the other hero, wondering if Tony had told him anything, “He just said you’re crazy.” Steve nods, shrugging himself, knowing he most-likely did that say that, before glancing to the other. “That you're wrong, you think you're right. That makes you dangerous,” He swings down, and you jump onto the ground, Steve leaping to kick him backwards onto the leg of the gangway. You look up to see the gangway get closer towards you, pausing like a deer in absolute headlights before you watch the gangway abruptly stop. The hero besides you remains, holding it up for you, somehow.
“Guess he had a point,” Steve watched as the hero ushered to save you from the gangway, “You got heart, kid. Where're you from?” You both answer, clearly distracted with the falling gangway. “Queens.” Smiling at this, Steve gives a single nod before leaving. “Brooklyn.” Taking a double-take, you and the new super briskly take a look at each other, eyes wide.
“Q- Queens?” He drops the gangway after you both safely get out from underneath it. Both take chances to catch your breaths. You nod slowly, grinning as you pant. “Queens.” He looks back at you for a silent while before webbing to something, “I’ll- Uh, bye!” Up ahead, in the distance after a few minutes, you see a giant.. “Lang” (?) reach out to grip onto a War Machine in the air. You hear the background from what sounded like Spider-Man and his “Holy shit!”
“Give me back my Rhodey.” Catching up to the action, you find yourself ducking as Big Lang throws War Machine, only to be webbed by Spider-Man in an attempt to be caught or whatever. Do these people know this still was a functioning airport? You try your best to dodge anything and everything that was now exploding and/or on fire. “Okay, anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they'd like to disclose? I'm open to suggestion.” You feel intuition say to turn around, and you, thankfully, you catch Sam. “Look out!” You shout out to Tony over the ruckus, and he moves out of Sam’s way, Sam firing Redwing instead to hit Stark. You see another explosion, from a truck, anxiety coursing through you to see Spider-Man crawling atop of Lang. Be careful. And just when you think so, Vision emerges, going through Lang’s mass. “Something just flew in me!”
You look to Natasha, one of the only few ones without super advanced suits and complex powers. You just had dreams and super strong intuition to guide you. But at least the two of you knew combat. You dodge the debris from War Machine, Lang, Wanda, and now Vision. Natasha guides you to some sort of “shelter” space, knowing you were young and new to all of this. You watch as Wanda loses control and grip on a tower, screaming as she desperately clutches the sides of her head. Steve arrived, Natasha giving a look of disappointment. But she expected this from him. “You’re not gonna stop.” Steve shook his head a little, “You know I can’t.” And letting out one, long, aggravated sigh, she looks to you and flickers to glance at Steve again. “I'm gonna regret this,” She stuns T'Challa who's arrived behind the two of them, “go.” Steve nods and he and Bucky Barnes run for a Quinjet. You look to her, wondering what she’s now done. From outside, you hear a loud thump, assuming it was the giant Lang. “Natasha!” You give a look of concern, watching her continue to stun T’Challa, “what are you doing?!” Once the Quinjet takes off, he stands up, looking at her.
“I said I'd help you find him, not catch him. There's a difference.”
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“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis.” You stand behind both Tony and Natasha, worried for the well-being of James. There was a silence, until Nat spoke back up. “Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario.”
“'We'? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA.”
“Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?”
“T'Challa told Ross what you did, so- they're coming for you.”
“I'm not the one that needs to watch their back."
She leaves, not even sparing a glance at you. You look down, thinking Tony might be disappointed in you too. “You’re going home,” His voice is stern, almost father-like. “And Happy is picking you up here. Now.” Feeling ashamed to felt to have not been able to do anything to prevent the Quinjet from taking off, you nod quietly, your eyes sticking to the cold ground in silence. You felt your throat tighten, a lump forming as you feel your stomach turn, ashamed to have let Tony down. Turning his back to you, Tony looks down at his watch, now addressing F.R.I.D.A.Y.
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You remain quiet, lowly gazing to your fingers as you pick at your nails, cleaning them to distract yourself. Happy doesn’t even have the inside window up, looking in the mirror from time to time, seeing you sitting in the back of the limo. “He does that, kid, it’s okay. We’ll- They’ll just call you next time.
“I’m sure he’s not mad. Just— he’s got a lot now, with Rhodes.”
The car comes to a stop at your street, the sunset pouring out above the city. “Thanks, Happy. I’ve got my things.” The limo door closes behind you as you push it. He rolls down the window, trying to give a reassuring smile. “Good night, kid.” He drove off, making sure your parents were to answer the door. “Hey!” Your dad happily grabs your shoulders, excited to see how, “how was Germany?”
“Good, good.” You smile, not wanting them to see your eyes and push into you spilling anything. “Don’t worry, I called Midtown, you’ll be back to school Monday. Okay?” You nod, going upstairs. “We have Alfredo, eat your dinner.” Nodding to them again, you go into your room, quietly locking the door as you sit down on the edge of your bed, looking to the chair where Tony sat, not so long ago. You sigh, head in your hands, brushing through your hair. Where are you when I need somebody to talk to, Spider-Man?
author’s note: first of all, a BIG thanks to everyone that read this and left, or will leave, feedback!! it means a whole lot to me as a writer, still learning the ropes even after so many years. I chose to write a Marvel series because I felt that I would want to be known as another well-known Marvel fanfic writer. other than that, I’ve grown up watching the Iron Man films since I was a little kid, and I’ve been watching since then until now. the movies bring me joy and comfort in times of boredom to times of sadness. overall, writing this was fun, even though a deadline can be scary and/or stressful, but I would totally love to keep this series up on tumblr. some points came across where I wanted to include more in this chapter; however, I had to make a few cuts and decisions of cutting scenes out. one thing that was scary to me was getting the characters right. I had to ask my fellow friends, that also love the MCU, if my portrayals of Tony, Natasha, etc. seemed accurate. personally, I found it most fun to write Tony Stark, since he is practically the king of sarcasm. but it also hurt when including that last scene of disapproval towards the reader. I really felt for Y/N there. with this work, I felt I really grew with being more and more observant to portraying characters, although it can be such a challenge in most cases. I’m very thankful with the online scripts of the MCU movies and my Disney plus subscription to help me observe characteristics of these people. but nonetheless, I cannot wait to continue this peter x reader into a series on my own. thank you for reading and leaving me feedback. have a good day / night - Mare :)
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