An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Phil Coulson
Additional Tags: IronStrange, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Science and Magic, LITERALLY, Clueless Avengers, Tony is more fond of portals than he's willing to admit, Fade to Black
Series: Part 5 of Tony Stark Bingo Round 7
Summary:
Doctor Strange has asked the Avengers for help with a technomage. Given the scientific and magical nature of the enemy, Tony seems to be the smartest choice for a partner. Tony doesn't necessarily agree.
Bedsheets and Bedmates by celtic7irish for badgerling
The first thing Bucky noticed when he opened his eyes was that he didn’t recognize the ceiling above him. A moment after that, he realized he wasn’t alone.
Or: That time when a simple in-and-out mission went horribly wrong and Tony and Bucky end up captured as part of a nefarious trap for Captain America (because villains are stupid and forget Captain America has a Hulk)
If you're still doing Sarcasm prompts, could you please do 57. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.” With Eddie x Venom? Pretty please?
Point Blank, Gross
A/N: The title is a playon the movie Grosse Point Blank, which is about an assassin who goes to hishigh school reunion. If you haven’t seen this movie, you really should. It’sfreaking hilarious.
Eddie sighed, lookingthrough the badges on the table. Each one labeled the former student with asmudgy picture probably clipped from one of the thousands ofprinted-and-never-sold yearbooks that were moldering away in the school’sbasement. It took him longer than it should have to realize that the badgeswere in order by first name, rather than last, and that, further, that wasprobably because some of the girls in his high school class had gotten married,and changed their names.
Eddie Brock. Schoolnewspaper, photography club, class clown.
It doesn’t say loser onhere, Eddie, Venom pointed out, helpfully.
“Yeah, that wasn’t anofficial award or anything,” Eddie mumbled, picking up the badge and pinning iton with a grimace. “There were lots of losers in high school.” Christ, hedidn’t really want to be here. He looked over the badges again. He was in luck.“Mac” wasn’t on the table, which meant the guy was here already.
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Eddie gritted his teethand pushed through the doors into the old gym.
What is this place,Eddie? Venom was swiveling Eddie’s neck around like itwas on a ball bearing, trying to take in the sights. What sights? It was a gym,it smelled like a gym, and even the host of tiny round tables with papertablecloths, streamers hanging from the roof, and someone's disco ball spinningidly in the center of the room didn’t disguise it one bit.
At least there was abar. Didn’t look like the planning committee had much of a budget to work with;it was all Coors Light and box wine. Shelly Poindexter, who’d once beenhomecoming queen, was leaning against the bar, plastic cup of wine danglingidly in her fingers.
“Eddie Brock, from theBrock Report, come home to grace his humble beginnings?”
“Thought I’d see if itwas all the way I remembered it,” Eddie said, not really looking at her as heswiveled his head, trying to spot the man he’d come here to find. Find the guy,interview him, talk to a couple of other people as camouflage, and get out.
“If you remember it asbeing a ruthless crucible of gossip and hormones, then yeah, it hasn’tchanged,” she said, eyeing Eddie with interest. “You’ve changed.”
“Only on the inside,”Eddie said. Before she could say anything else, he reached past her to snag acan of beer and stuffed a couple of bucks into the bartender’s tip jar. Hecracked it open, gave Shelly a vague nod, and pressed forward into the crowd.Mac had to be here somewhere.
Venom finished theirsurveillance of the gym, sniffing at the beer can with interest. When theythought no one was looking, Eddie felt Venom grab their body a bit, stretchinghis mouth and jaw enough that he could take in the entire beer, can and all, ina single gulp. Cheap brew, Venom complained.
“Could’a told you that,buddy,” Eddie said. He burped, and made a face at the flat, watery taste. “It’sa high school reunion, not a socialite gala. Ugh.” He turned slowly on hisheel, looking at their surroundings. “This place hold a lot of memories for me.Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad. Let’s just find Mac and get this overwith.”
Anne thinks it’s funnyyou’re at your high school reunion, Venom said. Do wereally think a man who kills people for money will be here?
Venom had a weird senseof right and wrong. Usually whatever was fun was right, and whatever was boringwas wrong. But they also thought that killing was for fun, or for protection,or because they were hungry. Or annoyed.
But Venom did notapprove of mercenary killing. An assassin was… rude.
“His name tag wasn’t onthe table outside,” Eddie pointed out. “And if our information was right, he’sin town this weekend on ‘business’, anyway. If he’s seen here, it’s a goodalibi for him. Of course, that only works if he’s actually seen...”
That woman is hungry, Venom said, turning Eddie around. Shelly was following him, witha determined look on her face. Not hungry the way Venom meant it, but more…aggressively sexual. Look out, here she comes, she’s the man-eater.
“She always has been,”Eddie muttered. He was pretty sure she’d slept her way to her homecoming crown,and god only knew how many more guys since. Not that Eddie was going toslut-shame her, but she’d never been what one would call discerning. Andhe rather suspected that she wasn’t looking at him like that because shethought he’d give her a good time, but because she thought he could dosomething for her.
More fool she. The BrockReport had a pretty decent following, but journalists were not exactlyrolling in dough. “Just ignore her; maybe she’ll go away.”
He promptly forgot abouther, spotting Mac near the DJ’s station, talking urgently, one finger near hisear, as if he was on a headset. Not even a little subtle, but at least Eddiewas close to having something off his to-do list. A break in the story,something he could use. He just needed a break, just--
“Eddie Brock!” Someoneelse squealed his name, and he was accosted by the sort of middle-aged man thatused to teach until he discovered that real estate was less stressful. Eddiesquinted, trying to mentally peel fifteen years off-- oh, good lord, really?His sophomore year shop teacher?
“Mr. Peterson,” Eddiesaid, smiling weakly. “How’s life been treating you?” He couldn’t help sneakinga glance at Mac. Just don’t go anywhere, he begged silently.
Eddie wasn’t very goodat small talk. And gaining a talkative parasite didn’t help his attention spanany at all. When Mr. Peterson stared at him, Eddie had to backtrack theconversation.
You told him goldfish,when he asked if you were dating.
Well, at least one ofthem was paying attention. “Uh, sorry, that’s... kind of an in-joke with me andmy friends.”
“Well, I suppose thatyou’ve seen Shape of Water, too,” Mr. Peterson said. He gave a bark oflaughter. “My wife liked it.”
“Yeah, it’s weird, huh?”Eddie checked on Mac again.
Across the room, Macnodded at something that the DJ said, and then turned. When his coat flippedup, Eddie saw the distinct shape of a pistol tucked down the back of the man’sjeans.
Eddie. Eddie, he isfollowing-- Venom jerked on their neck and pulled his gazearound to watch… the old chemistry teacher going off toward the ladies’ room.
What even the fuck.“Hey, so, uh, it’s been nice chatting, but I just saw, uh--” Eddie waved hishand in what he hoped was a vaguely meaningful way. He ducked away before Mr.Peterson could say anything else, letting Venom help him navigate through thesea of people, picking a path of least resistance.
We can go faster if wesuit up. Which wasn’t untrue, although that was often accompaniedby panicked mobs, Venom not exactly looking warm and fuzzy.
I am not warm and fuzzy, Venom complained, having caught that last thought. I am anefficient predator.
“Yes, I know,” Eddieplacated him. “And if we suit up now, everyone will run screaming and someonewill get hurt in the stampede. Just... Keep moving us through the crowd.”
You are less fun whenyou are working.
Eddie had an answer forthat, he was pretty sure he did, but before he was able to get it out, he’dbeen jerked through the doors and was pressed, face up against a concrete wall.“My god, you really are stupid, aren’t you?” a woman-- Shelly, in fact, said.There was something hard and chilly pressing into the small of Eddie’s back.“Bad move. Real bad move. Well, I suppose we can find something to do with theextra body. Make it look like you two shot each other. Something.”
“Shelly?” Eddie twistedhis neck until it crackled, trying to look at her. “What the hell are youdoing? You-- You and Mac?”
“He’s exciting,” shesaid, jamming the gun harder against his spine. “Which is more than I can sayabout you.”
Can I eat her? No onewill even know she is missing.
“Maybe,” Eddie conceded.“Shelly, seriously, you want to walk away from this. Right now. I feel like Ishould warn you that your life is in danger, here.”
There was nothingladylike about her scoff. “Mac won’t turn on me, asshole. People keep tryingthat on me, it doesn’t work. But, since I don’t think there’s anything you cansay that’ll get me to leave you alive, let’s just get on with this--”
She was still talkingwhen she pulled the trigger in time with a sudden surge of music from the gym,probably enough to drown out the sound of gunfire.
Fuck, that hurt-- the bullet went through his spine and Eddie spilledto the ground in a heap before Venom snarled in his mind and-- spread. Warm,comforting, a little bit slimy, but hey, Eddie would take it, especiallycompared to the red-hot agony of being shot.
Sorry, love, should’velet you have her sooner, Eddie said as theyclimbed to their feet.
He could feel his spineand the surrounding tissue healing, a soothing numbness as the nerves wererebuilt. A cold-hot, hard lump ached its way up and out of the wound as itclosed: the bullet. Joined as they were, he could feel Venom manipulating it,pulling it up to their mouth.
Shelly was staring atthem, frozen, unable to move or even scream. Her eyes were wide and as round asdinner plates.
“We,” Venom said,pushing the bullet into their cheek like a wad of tobacco, “are veryexciting. Aren’t you excited?” Venom hitched in a breath and spit thebullet directly into Shelly’s face.
They didn’t give her anytime to answer the question either, but leaned over and devoured the formerhomecoming queen in a few bites. Eddie had to close his eyes for that part.
All right, he said when Venom had finished, now let’s go find Mac.
In the episode where Spock becomes blind, it’s only very, very temporary. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if it had lasted longer? Say, days instead of hours. Just from the guilt that McCoy felt, he would have taken full responsibility. They discover a temporary solution. A mind meld can do more than share thoughts and memories. It can be used to share sensory things, too. In this case, sight. McCoy becomes Spock’s eyes until his sight is restored to its natural state. This is more Spones than McSpirk, but I’m sure there’s a place for Jim, too.
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Nice introspection, @celtic7irish .
Allow me to expound: Imagine that Spock starts with McCoy but the three of them quickly realize that McCoy cannot follow Spock around all the time (he does have an important job in Sickbay!). Jim agrees to be Spock’s eyes on duty and McCoy is with Spock off-duty. It’s very educational for Spock to say the least as it is too difficult to divorce emotion from the images and maintain the link at the same time. That’s how Spock learns about Kirk and McCoy’s secret feelings for each other and him. Suffice to say, once his vision is restored, Spock is not content to do nothing about what he has learned.
@celtic7irish asked for some Spones + Flowers. Here you are darling! <3
Actually, as I wrote this it kinda became a continuation/alternate POV for a couple other Spones prompts I filled.
Part 1: Spock POV, Part 2: Leonard POV
Courting humans is hard.
Initially, Spock had not intended to court Leonard at all. However, as circumstances had developed, Spock came to realize that his initial motivations had been rather shallow. More accurately, he came to the realization that his motivations ran much deeper than just general concern over a crew mate.
Spock would not be satisfied with Leonard merely smiling, it soon became apparent that the only thing that would satisfy him was Leonard smiling at Spock.
His first attempt is not going well. It soon becomes quite clear that Leonard has not understood their dinner together to be the intimate, romantic, outing that Spock has intended.
Evidently, more research is required.
Courting humans is not convenient.
After thorough research into the courting rituals of humans, Spock is left with the conclusion that there are no specific, prescribed rituals. Every overture he has made in accordance with his research has yielded absolutely no results.
In his growing frustration, there is only one place left that may hold the information he requires: Jim.
“You want to...court...Bones. As in, date him?”
“I believe that would be the correct Terran idiom, yes.”
“Bones?” Jim repeats, a grin growing. “You want to date Bones? Wow. I did not see this one coming.”
“Jim-”
“Right right. Okay. Well, have you tried giving him chocolate?”
For some unfathomable reason, Jim’s smile continues to grow as he continues to list off potential bribes Spock can employ to gain Leonard’s romatic affection.
“Wait. Wait. I’ve got it. Flowers. You’ve got to give him flowers. Oh, he’ll love that!”
“Flowers?” Spock repeats. “As in a bouquet?”
“Yes! Yes! Exactly! Go talk to Sulu, I’m sure he’ll be able to help you out. Good luck, Spock.”
Courting humans is rewarding.
After hours of conversing with Lieutenant Sulu, and extensive research into the meaning of flowers, Spock had finally settled a simple bouquet of carnations (love and fascination) and dianthus (affection). Now all that remained to be seen was whether or not Leonard returned that affection.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, Harley Keener, Peter Parker
Additional Tags: Fluff, lab time, Friendship, Iron Man robots
Series: Part 3 of Tony Stark Bingo Round 7
Summary:
Peter and Harley have a new project. Tony is amused.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bruce Banner & Tony Stark
Characters: Bruce Banner, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Cuddles, sleepy bruce, Tony's Big Bed, Tony Is a Good Bro, mild flirting
Series: Part 8 of Tony Stark Bingo Round 6
Summary:
Hedonism: the pursuit of pleasure, sensual self-indulgence. Hedonistic lifestyle is oriented towards pleasure and enjoyment, closely related to happiness which is also oriented to meet the needs of individuals to obtain satisfaction.
