#daddyofstarks

[youcantgivemeorders]

"Carter shut up for 5 seconds, would you?" The lights were off and Howard looked a wired mess but the sounds of heavy footsteps kept him silent. He waited, wide eyed, until he thought it was safe. "Something's wrong, Peg. I--it's not safe anymore."

@daddyofstarks

Peggy glared at his words and shook her head, moving towards that door to listen better. She listened for a few moments before turning back to him. “Howard, I think you had better tell me exactly what we have gotten ourselves into.”

[youcantgivemeorders]

"DON'T"

@daddyofstarks

“You’re going to want to take your hands off me, Howard. I won’t hesitate to break them.” Her tone was ice cold as she stared him down.

[ironheiress]

Parental Affection

@daddyofstarks || continued from here

She must have been drunk. It was the only explanation for it. Howard watched as his daughter sank down in the couch cushions, curling right into his lap with the softest noise and simply stayed there. He stared, befuddled really, newspaper in hand, his paranoia trying to convince him that something was wrong, that he had to get up, leave, flee! Except no. He had more control than that. With a slow exhale he resettled into reading the paper, desperate to ignore her or at least so she wouldn’t wake. He didn’t want to disturb her sleep. If she’d been drinking then rest would be the best solution for the moment.

For once, Toni’s dreams were pleasant.  and when she finally awoke, she didn’t want to move.  Before her spontaneous power nap she hadn’t slept for nearly forty-eight hours.  Slightly drunk and running on fumes, her body all but shut down at the first sign of a safe place to rest.  Yawning, Toni opened her eyes and froze.  The younger Stark had to fight the urge to bolt and hide in her lab.  She had to wonder how Howard had allowed any scrap of physical affection.  And why he would have allowed her to remain on top of him.  Nervously, she bit the bullet and pushed herself up. “Morning Dad.  When did you get up?”

[youcantgivemeorders]

"I'd totally fuck you"

@daddyofstarks​

“That’s not exactly a high bar to pass.”

[jsonofspartax]

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Smoothing down his expensive looking leather coat, J’son sighed as he walked into the bar. The low lights and atmosphere rolled over him, blanketing him in its familiarity despite being on a planet he never frequented. Bars, it seemed, was one of the universal concepts. 

Making his way to the counter, he ordered the strongest drink they had. It probably wouldn’t do much to him unless in large quantities due to his Spartan physiology, but he needed something after the day he had. He barely noted the Terrans around him as he knocked back the glass and ordered another one immediately.

[jigensass]

Midnight Housecall-daddyofstarks

@daddyofstarks "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'M COMING! Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth..." 12:38 am. The best time to pound on Stephen's door. Literally pound. The house was so quiet that no magic was needed to notify of whoever was present. The sorcerer was itching his head. floating downstairs to the door in a robe and slippers, grumbling to himself. When he opened the door it took his eyes a moment to adjust, but he thought Nightmare had taken him again when he processed who it was. "Howard....Stark....?" Still groggy, Stephen reached out to touch his face to see if he was real. "What day is it...who shot JFK....and What color is my underwear.." The most obvious questions to ask a person in a dream. Asking the underwear question, he gave a stern look with a finger pointed at him.

[techmaestro]

😣

Tony thumped his head back on the wall and lifted his hands to examine the cuffs securing him to the wall. “So this makes kidnapping number six for me. You?”

[ironheiress]

Finishing the Mission

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After the Winter Soldier went AWOL, Natasha was granted her wish to participate in field operations.  The release of the SHIELD files had revealed an oversight by Hydra.  One of their enemies had survived termination. Howard Stark survived.  The newly christened Iron Soldier was given the opportunity to right the error of her predecessor and role model, the Winter Soldier.  

Undercover, Natasha took a waitress out and put herself in the position to meet her target.  Setting a large mug of coffee down she leans over, smiling sweetly at him. “Hey there, did you need any cream or sugar? Sorry about that wait, we’re a little backed up.”