Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 452
Rating/Warnings: M
It wasn’t that Steve couldn’t bruise - he could. He was human after all. Enhanced, sure, but still human. He could still get broken bones and concussions, and he still bled even if that bleeding was subdermal.
It just took the right amount of force, and god did Bucky like trying to apply that right amount of force.
He healed, of course - faster than most, but not so fast that it would be called a healing factor. Steve still had to go to work with Bucky’s artwork plastered on his skin. It filled Bucky with a special sense of pride to see Steve standing up at a press conference with a visible bruise on his neck.
Maybe it was juvenile, but Bucky thought he’d earned the ability to not act his age. Not just because of all the years HYDRA had stolen from him, but because he and Steve had been too scared to do this as teenagers. Bucky figured they were allowed to make up for lost time.
Besides, it felt good. Not just for him but for Steve too. After so much pain, he cherished the pleasure.
Making out with Steve lit up all his senses. The press of flesh against flesh. The taste of salt on his skin. The delicious moans and whispered words of love. It was too much and not enough all at once. Bucky’s body, so used to pain and torment, was never quite able to get used to the good. He twitched and his muscles rippled in the wake of Steve’s hand as he was tortured with pleasure, and he loved every second of it.
But amongst all that, he loved making a map on Steve’s skin of everywhere he’d been. The physical proof that they could now do this. This forbidden act that they had wanted so badly but held back from. This act had been stolen from them by societal pressure and HYDRA. Here they were, two men whose love transcended time, and they could have it all.
There was more though. Because, yes, he liked that it marked Steve as his. That other people would see it and know Steve Rogers was not for them. He had someone at home.
And he loved that this was special, just for them. Yes, Steve could be marked, but it took effort and strength, both things that Bucky had plenty of to give. Very few would be able to mark Steve Rogers like that. But Bucky could. And more importantly - he was able to. Steve trusted him, and that meant more than almost anything else.
Except one thing.
Steve loved him, and Bucky loved him in return. For Bucky, that was the best thing of all.
Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton
Word Count: 961
Rating/Warnings: M (Mild smut)
There was a technique his therapist had taught him early on. When he was spiraling he should focus on the here and now. The actual real things in front of him. What he could see and feel and hear. If he counted through each of his senses one at a time, it could bring him out of the existential dread and into the present moment.
And oh, how he was spiraling.
Five things he could see.
One: The shirt Clint peeled off over his head and tossed into the corner of the room. It was white and there was a purple target on the front. He’d been wearing it all day, and now there was a coffee stain on the front by the hem.
Two: Clint’s chest. Lithe and muscular from all the archery and acrobatics. It was the kind of body that could easily feature on the cover of Men’s Health or as the photo for July in the sexy superheroes calendar. Or it would except for the fresh cuts and bruises he always seemed to be sporting. There are scars too. A puncture scar on the left side of his abdomen from a bullet, and a line along his shoulder that might be a knife. He wasn’t a particularly hairy man. There was a light thicket of blond chest hair, but it didn’t obscure the definition of his muscles or the faint freckles that muttered over his pecs.
Three: The zipper on Clint’s jeans. The teeth strained as Clint’s erection pushed against it. The way Clint’s finger fumbled with the pull. The way each tooth parted as he pulled the tag down, untangling from each other and spreading to reveal the delights that lay beneath.
Four: Clint’s cock. Long and thick with a slight curve to it. Maybe not as big as Bucky was, but decent. Enough to feel him hit that sweet spot inside him and to stretch him without it being too painful. He was cut and the head was already a dark pink with a slight purple hue. A bead of precome had formed on the tip, glistening in the low-lit room.
Five: Clint’s eyes. Clint’s beautiful, earnest, blue eyes. The color of the sea at the coast, just before it turned into the deep ocean. Those eyes would be the death of Bucky. They looked at him in a way no one had looked at him before. No pity. No fear. Just a mixture of lust and love that Bucky was sure he didn’t deserve but was so grateful to have.
Four things he could feel.
One: The fabric of his jeans - coarse and stiff on his body. Feeling all too heavy and tight as he sat at the edge of the bed. It felt worst on his crotch as his cock hardened and strained against the unyielding fabric. He wanted them off and as fast as he could get them open and provide some relief for his cock, it wasn’t fast enough.
Two: Clint’s hands - gentle, firm, and calloused. Hands that were used daily and not taken care of nearly enough. Clint used them to help get Bucky’s pants open and off. He smoothed them over Bucky’s chest and traced the scars around his prosthetic arm, making his body break out in goosebumps.
Three: The weight of Clint’s whole body on his lap. Bare skin against bare skin. He’d somehow both soft and firm all at once, and even though Clint was so much taller than Bucky, he wasn’t heavy. In fact, Bucky loves how it feels to have Clint’s body on his, even without the sexual element. It’s comforting, like a weighted blanket.
Four: Clint’s mouth. Wet and warm, trailing over his neck and jaw. Clint’s trying to mark him and Bucky doesn’t care one bit. He tilts his head back, giving him better access as Clint latches on to his throat. The suction on his pulse point sends a shiver running right through him, making his scalp prickle and buzz.
Three things he could hear.
One: the soft wet smack of Clint’s lips on his skin, almost imperceptible but somehow completely filthy. Focusing on it made Bucky shiver and his cock throb against Clint.
Two: his own breath, slightly labored, punctuated by soft gasps each time Clint touched him just right.
Three: Clint’s moans as he grinds down on Bucky’s cock. Breathless and needy, giving away every desire in the blond’s dirty little mind.
Two things he could smell.
One: Clint’s shampoo as he buried his face in his blond hair. It was a surprisingly floral scent, most likely a remnant of girlfriends past. That thought alone caused a faint knot of jealousy to form in Bucky’s gut. He knew it was uncalled for - they both have pasts - but even still, he dragged Clint closer and bit his neck, trying to mark him.
Two: Sweat. Both his and Clint’s. They hadn’t even gotten very physical yet, but his skin was flushed, furnace-hot against Clint, a sheen of sweat clinging to it. The scent isn’t strong, but it is heady. It calls to him, making him want to devour Clint in every way he can.
One thing he could taste.
One: Clint. His lips. His skin. The salt of his sweat, and the faint bitterness of the coffee he’d drunk earlier.
He’d gone through each one, and still, it felt like too much. It was too good and he wasn’t worthy of any of this.
Clint’s hands went to his jaw and he tilted his head up so he was looking into his eyes. “Hey,” he said, his voice breathless and needy. “I got you. You with me?”
“Yeah,” Bucky said, finding grounding in that gaze. “I’m here.” Completely present and in the moment.
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1394
Warnings: none
Synopsis: The kids have a lot of Avengers merchandise but there is one member of the family that's not represented.
Author’s Note: Requested by @thealfxmountains on Tumblr. You can send in your requests too.
Merchandise
Takes place between Unexpected and The Queen of Asgard.
Tony was the first one to buy any Avengers merchandise for the children. He was always a fan of having Iron Man things around. Framed Iron Man posters decorated both his lab and our home. The day I’d found little Avengers onesies while out shopping with him had definitely stoked the fire when it came to dressing them in branding - specifically Iron Man branding.
So before the babies were even born, they had several Iron Man outfits, mobiles, and a couple of stuffed toys.
To balance it out, the others would all buy things for them too. Some were keener on the concept than others but there was always Avengers merchandise around. It was quite fun pointing out who each person was to the kids. Thor loved that there were toys of him he could give the kids. It made him feel less anxious about leaving and having them forget him. There was always a plush toy of him they could cuddle in bed when they missed him. Sam was quite into them too, and liked to get Falcon toys over clothing. Clint loved Hawkeye merchandise that didn’t just feature his face, so the babies ended up with so many t-shirts with purple targets and chevrons on them. Natasha had no strong feelings either way except that there should be products featuring everyone, so she’d make sure to try and balance it out by buying things representing all of the family. Everyone else was different levels of neutral to uncomfortable with it, but even Bruce who found it embarrassing that there were even Bruce Banner toys in the first place, didn’t voice their concerns around the kids.
By the time Riley and Pietro were four they had a good collection of Avengers merchandise, mostly clothing, but also plush toys, Lego, and a full set of action figures that included both Hulk and Bruce.
The action figures became a firm favorite at that age. The great thing about having Avengers as parents is the toys depicting them are equally at home playing fighting games as they were in the doll house playing family.
It was a delight seeing them play with them, whether it be taking them out to their slide and dropping them off the top or tucking them into bed in their doll house. So many children play family with their toys. Our kids got to play them with toys of their actual family.
Tony and I were playing with the kids when one very glaring issue was pointed out.
“Oh, Cap, give me so many kissies,” Tony said in a slightly high-pitched voice. He pressed the heads of the Captain America toy and the Iron Man toy together and made kissing sounds.
“No, Daddy!” the twins yelled, and Riley pushed her hands between the two toys. “No kissies,” she said.
Tony laughed. “What?!” he said, pretending to be surprised by the children’s reaction to making the toys kiss. “But I love kissies.” He leaned over and pepper wet kisses to my neck and cheek, making me squeal in surprise. “See. Kissy, kiss.”
“Too many kisses!” Riley squealed and pushed us apart again.
I lost it laughing and picked up Riley, kissing her face. “Mommy!” she squealed.
“Daddy,” Pietro asked, in a soft little voice.
“Yeah, buddy?” Tony asked, picking him up and putting him into his lap.
“How come dares no mommy doll?” he asked. “Dares all… the daddies. Daddy Tony, daddy Bwuce, daddy Steeb, Daddy For, daddy…”
“Oh yeah, all of them. And Mama, and Daj,” Tony agreed.
“Yeah!” Pietro said. “But no Mommy!”
Tony clicked his tongue. “That is an oversight,” he agreed.
“You could pretend that Barbie is mommy,” I suggested.
“No, Mommy!” Pietro laughed. “You are Ewwy, not Barbie.”
Riley climbed off my lap and went to get one of the barbies. She was completely naked and her hair was all over the place. “Barbie is too big. See?” she said, holding her up beside the Iron Man figure. When held side-by-side the Iron Man’s head was only at Barbie’s boobs.
“He’s not mad about that,” Tony joked.
I laughed and elbowed him. “Behave yourself,” I scolded. I reached over and ruffled Pietro’s hair. “I’m not an Avenger, Piet,” I said. “The others have toys because they’re all Avengers.”
“Only ‘vengers have toys?” he asked.
“That’s right,” I said. “Just the Avengers.”
“So Barbie is a ‘venger?” he asked.
Tony burst out laughing. “She should be.”
“No,” I said to Pietro. “There are toys of other things, but people want toys of the Avengers. They don’t want toys of your mommy.”
“I want a toy of my mommy,” Pietro said, sticking his bottom lip out.
“Oh, no, Piet,” I said, giggling. I squished his cheeks, leaned in, and kissed over his face.
Tony clicked his tongue, his foot tapping against his calf. “You know what, Piet? I’ll look into it. Okay, kiddo?”
Pietro hugged him. “Fank you, Daddy,” he said.
I all but forgot about that conversation not long after it happened. The kids sometimes had funny ideas but they were little and didn’t usually hold onto them for long. They certainly didn’t mention getting a mommy doll again.
A few months later, everyone was coming in for dinner when Tony came up with a package. “Hey kiddos,” he came. “Did your daddy Tony come through for you, or what?”
The twins looked up at him in unison. “Pwesent?”
“You spoiling them again, Tony?” Sam asked.
“We noticed a huge discrepancy a few months back while playing with the toys,” Tony said. “I just made sure to rectify it.”
“Tony! You didn’t!” I gasped.
He grinned at me. “Oh, I sure did.” He handed me the box with a flourish. He’d already opened it so I pulled back the flaps and pulled out a square foam block. Nestled inside was a little action figure, made in the same style as all the Avengers ones the kids owned. The same size. The same points of articulation. The same molded hair. But this one had my wavy brunette hair and blue eyes, and it was wearing a Black Sabbath T-shirt and a skirt with a galaxy print.
My heart fluttered. “Oh my god, Tony. She’s wearing what I was wearing when I met you,” I said. I honestly couldn’t believe he even remembered that. It had only stuck in my head because of how woefully undressed I’d been for the Michelin Star restaurant he’d taken me to.
“Oh really? I wonder how that happened?” he asked. “I asked for an Iron Man T-shirt and red and gold booty shorts.”
I got up and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling his jaw. “This is honestly one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done, and it is going to come back to you tenfold,” I whispered.
He patted my hip. “Well, I do like the sound of that.” He kissed my cheek and I hugged him a little tighter. “But it’s not for you, dear. That belongs to Riley and Pietro.”
I laughed and got off him, going over to the twins in their high chairs.
“What is it?” Steve asked as I showed the kids.
“The kids were wondering why there were toys of all their parents except for Elly. So I commissioned Hasbro to make one of her,” Tony explained.
“Holy shit,” Sam said. “That’s wild. Nice work, Tony.”
Riley walked the toy across her tray to Pietro. “Pied! Inside voices!” she said, pretending to make the toy talk.
Pietro started giggling. “Kay, mommy,” he whispered.
“Wow, she’s just like you,” Clint joked. “What else does mommy say, Riley?”
“Ummm… she say,” she thought for a moment then held the doll out and rocked it back and forth. “Wets go, beans. Den we say, Mommy, we not beans - we’re kids!”
We all laughed. “That is what happens,” Clint said.
“Can I see, Riley?” Wanda asked.
Riley held it up for the doll to show Wanda. Wanda leaned in and took a close look. “Wow, they did a good job. That’s definitely you, Elly.”
“Well, what do you think, kids? Do you like her?” Tony asked.
Riley hugged the toy to her body. “I wuv mommy!” she shouted.
Everyone laughed and Steve put his arm around my shoulders. “We all love mommy too,” he said.
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1805
Warnings: none
Synopsis: Hulk and Elly spend a quiet afternoon exploring the forest with the twins.
Author’s Note: Requested by SabrinaAlexis29 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.
A Quiet Afternoon
Takes place between Unexpected and The Queen of Asgard.
It was one of those perfect fall days, a pleasant cool on the tail end of a sticky and uncomfortable summer, but not yet cold. The Avengers Compound was the perfect place to experience fall. Almost every tree had turned shades of yellow, red, and orange, making the forest's canopy surrounding the base look like it had been set on fire.
I was making the most of the day, playing outside in the garden with the twins. Pietro and Riley were two and toddling about everywhere. It was amazing how similar the two children were considering they had different fathers. Both had wispy blonde hair and clear blue eyes and were about the same height and stature.
Riley was the louder and more precocious of the twins. She had no problem making herself heard when she wanted attention, and we had to keep an eagle eye on her because if she got out of sight for a second, she would get into something she shouldn’t. With Riley, you had to worry when she suddenly went quiet.
Pietro was the opposite. He was quiet and sensitive. He loved cuddling up to his parents, being read to, and being carried around so he could ask what everything was. His first words were; ‘What’s that?’ With Pietro, you knew he was in trouble when he got very loud.
So far, they both seemed to be happy and loving children. If there were any negative effects to being raised by ten people - Avengers at that - they weren’t showing it yet.
I was sitting on the grass with them, blowing bubbles as the twins toddled around trying to catch them when there was a huge bang followed by a roar from the direction of the labs. Both the kids froze and we all looked in the direction of the sound. A moment later the Hulk came crashing out of the canopy and landed on the lawns behind, sending a flock of birds flying out in a cloud behind him.
He kept running, bounding along in our direction looking wild and angry. Something big must have just happened in the lab and set him off.
“Hulk!” I called.
“Hulg! Hulg!” the twins echoed. Hulk screeched to a stop leaving large divots in the lawn. He looked over at us with his head tilted and as soon as his gaze settled on us, his features softened. “Babies!” he said, breaking out into a huge smile.
He jogged over to us, stepping over the fence into the backyard. He crouched down as low as he could and the twins toddled over to him with their hands up, repeating the word ‘Hulg’ over and over. When they reached him, he sat down and held his hand out for them to come and hug.
“What happened, Big Guy?” I asked, approaching him. “What was that bang?”
“Fire,” he grumbled. “Hulk burned.”
I furrowed my brow and looked him over. He looked fine, but there was a chance Bruce got burned and that turning into Hulk healed it. “That must have been scary.”
“Hulk not scared,” he huffed. “Never scared.”
The sound of thrusters caught my attention and I looked up again. Tony flew over the top of the trees and arced down to us, stopping just out of Hulk’s and hovering in the air. “Oh good,” he said, his voice a little tinny over the speakers of the Iron Man armor. “You got this, El?”
“Yeah, we’re good. You blow something up?” I asked.
“Something blew up. Whether it was me that caused said explosion will be up for the lawyers to decide,” he said. “I better go clean up though. DUM-E is terrible at that sort of thing.” He turned to the kids and waved at them. “Bye, kiddos. Love you.”
They both waved at him. “Lub, lub!” they shouted.
He mimed blowing kisses to us all then shot off again, leaving the four of us alone. I turned my attention back to Hulk. “Shall I get out the harness so we can take a walk?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Walk!”
The harness was something that Tony invented. It was hard for the Hulk to physically interact with the children. He was so big and they were so small, and dexterity was not one of Hulk’s strong suits. So Tony had created a special harness to fit him that worked as a baby carrier for both children. That way he was able to carry them both in front of him without risk of them wiggling out of his grip or him squashing them.
I left him alone with the kids for a moment while I ducked inside and grabbed the harness. When I returned, Riley had managed to climb up on Hulk’s leg and Pietro was putting flowers on his hand.
It was a precious sight. It was amazing to think that here was this guy - the personification of Bruce Banner’s rage and hurt that had been doled out to him by his father - a guy that many thought of as a monster, and he was as gentle as a lamb with his children. People were always so quick to judge, and I felt like that judgment was part of what set the Hulk off.
I put the harness on Hulk and set the twins into their spots. They clapped excitedly and began to wiggle. “You all ready?” I asked.
“Go, go, go!” the kids squealed.
Hulk lifted me onto his shoulder and when I had a good hold of him, he took off at a jog. The twins squealed and giggled as Hulk jumped over the fence and ran into the forest and down the side of the Hudson River. Any time their laughter got particularly loud, it set Hulk off too and his deep booming laugh would echo through the trees.
I couldn’t stop smiling. It had always been fun to be carried around by Hulk like this, but adding the laughter of Hulk and the twins to the mix, it was like chugging pure serotonin.
He jogged up the river’s edge for a while and when he reached the border of the compound, he turned and ran deeper into the forest, until we got to a clearing that we sometimes visited together. There was a little waterfall and the kids loved watching the fish gathered in the pool at the bottom and collecting shiny pebbles.
Hulk stopped and set me down. “Explore,” he said.
“Of course,” I agreed and got the twins down.
I supervised as the three began to walk around the area. It was such a pure and wholesome sight watching Hulk with the kids. He followed them around as they explored the area. Anytime one of them stopped to examine something, he’d crouch down low and look with them. If they picked something up to show him, he would hum, nod, and make a comment. ‘Pretty rock,’ ‘Cute bug,’ ‘Good flower.’. Every time he did it they cooed and squeaked and then would toddle on to the next thing. It was absolutely precious.
They stayed at it for quite a while, but the twins had been up for a bit and eventually, they both started yawning. Hulk turned to me and furrowed his brow. “Babies tired. Bedtime.”
“I think you’re right. We should head back home.”
I put the kids back in the sling and Hulk hauled me back on his shoulder. The squeals and giggles started again, but they weren’t as full of energy as they had on the way out.
When we got back to the house they’d mostly gone quiet, and the four of us went into the main family bedroom and I took them out of the slings.
“Story?” Hulk asked.
“Sure. Let me just change their diapers. You want to get comfy?” I asked.
He curled up on the mattress, and I lay the twins down side-by-side and changed them. They were so tired now that not even Riley put much effort into wiggling away on me.
When they were both changed, I grabbed one of their picture books and climbed up on the bed. The twins lay down next to Hulk tucked under the blankets, and the Hulk put his head in my lap.
“Alright, let's see here,” I said. “Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears…”
I read ‘Guess How Much I Love You’ to the trio, my fingers scratching back and forth through Hulk’s hair, massaging his scalp. The twins were so tired that it was barely two pages in before Pietro fell asleep. Halfway through Riley had stopped wiggling around and drifted off too. I kept reading until the end, and Hulk relaxed more and more as I read.
“Like that one,” he said, his voice a soft sleepy rumble.
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed. “It made me cry when I first read it.”
He chuckled softly. “Puny, Elly.”
“Hey now!” I laughed. “Be nice.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I had fun with you today. Thanks for helping with the kids.”
“Hulk had fun too,” he said. “My kids.”
“Yeah, they are,” I agreed.
He turned his head up to look at me. “Hulk loves Elly.”
“Elly loves Hulk,” I replied, leaning down and kissing him softly.
He hummed when I pulled back, and his body began to shift, twitching and shrinking in on itself, the green fading from his skin, until Bruce was left lying in my lap and looking very confused. I gave him a moment to figure out where he was and that he was safe, just continuing to stroke his hair.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “Yeah. Are you? I didn’t hurt anyone, did I?”
“Nope,” I said. “Hulk found me and the kids and we’ve been hanging out ever since. Everything’s fine.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Tony blew up the centrifuge. I have no idea what he put into it. Scared the life out of me,” he said.
“Sounds like Tony,” I agreed, and leaned down and kissed him softly.
He smiled into my lips and reached up and cradled my cheek. “I am grateful for every day I’ve known you, El. Who knows what would have happened before you came along.”
“I’m sure they would have got through to you. Nat had the lullaby after all.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But this is different. He really loves you and the kids. Me too.”
“Well, the feeling is mutual, B,” I said.
I kissed him again. My partner with two souls, constantly laboring under the belief that his love was a burden. It was far from it. It was easy to love them. One day I hoped he’d really understand that.
Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1963
Warnings: Sex talk and pregnancy talk on this chapter, smut, angst, pregnancy, mentions of childhood abuse on series.
Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.
Author’s Note: @fanficwriter013 helped me build this world and helped write the first few chapters. I am forever grateful to her. I love this series and can’t quite seem to let it go.
Chapter 1: Big Plans
It’s strange how a month can feel like both a blink of an eye and an eternity all at once. We returned to Earth and everything got busy all at once. There was work to catch up on. Avengers stuff had piled up. Plus, Steve wanted me to train in case they did need me for end-of-the-world things. There were all the things related to the move back to the Tower. Plus, Tony and I went into wedding planning mode. We wanted to just get it over with quickly but we didn’t just want to head to the county courthouse either. And in the meantime, we all just missed Thor. Knowing he was going to be back for good just made us miss him even more and even with the days feeling too short to fit everything in, the countdown seemed to drag on.
Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.
Author’s Note: Written with the lovely @avengerscompound Y’all it’s Steve’s birthday, and this is the Steve chapter.
Chapter 4: Steve
A week passed and I still hadn’t seen any of the other men. It was like a ghost town in the common room and while it might have been possible to go track a lot of them down, Natasha had said that Clint had gone into his shut-off defensive mode where he hid in the vents a lot and Tony had given FRIDAY orders to keep me out of the engineering lab and penthouse again.
That hurt. A lot. I didn’t know how many more times he could do that to me and I’d be able to forgive him for it.
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