Hi! I’m looking for this one fic where Tony gets drunk and basically rambles to Rhodey about how much he loves Peter? I’m pretty sure it was a one shot but I can’t remember any other details
a drunken ode to peter parker by indexofangels
“You’re an emotional drunk,” Rhodey says. Rhodey has his arms straight in the air and he’s staring at his hands like they’re deeply puzzling to him.
“Nuh uh,” Tony says, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You just. You don’t get it.”
“I do get it,” Rhodey says. “I speak Tony language, and Tony language says that you… um, you love the kid. That’s what.”
“I do not!” Tony yelps. “I hate him! A scourge on my life and soul! I cannot stand his squeaky shoes and his stupid big ears!” Tony takes a deep breath and then delicately screams. “Who let him have such big ears, he’s going to fall over when it’s windy there are sailboats with sails smaller than his ears.”
Rhodey lets his arms flop down onto his chest and turns his head on the floor. Tony can hear the bumps in his skull rolling on the linoleum. “Man,” he says. “You love that kid so much it’s disgusting.”
Author: rainbowanatomy
Rating: teen
Word Count: 2-5k
Genre(s): angst
Film-specific: pre cacw, post cacw
Tropes: drunk!tony, getting back together, break up
Summary: Virginia "Pepper" Potts loves Tony Start with all her heart. It's not (always) enough.
Where do broken hearts go? -- Bucky Barnes x Reader one shot
But Kay. Don’t you have an essay due Wednesday that you haven’t started? Shhh. Enjoy this Bucky Barnes angst to fluff one shot. Based purely on this picture. You’re welcome.
Summary: You and Bucky used to date, but once the honeymoon phase died down, things took a turn for the worse. Now, months later, your roommate finally manages to get you out to a bar. Only for you to run into some dumbass wearing a tiara.
“This is exactly what you need, Y/N,” your best friend, Jada, tugs on your arm. She’s been trying to get you out of bed for the past hour and she has had no luck whatsoever.
“What I need is to finish this show.” You twist your arm out of her grip, shoveling another fistful of popcorn into your mouth. You’re finally at the good part in this episode, and you’ll be damned if you let Jada ruin it for you.
“Okay, I can’t watch you like this.” Jada grabs the remote and turns the TV off, which is then followed by loud protesting from you.
“What the fuck! I was watching that!”
“You can finish it later,” Jada mutters, tossing the remote to the side. “Listen, it’s been months. Literal months. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to get back out there.”
“Make it later,” you reply curtly. “Hand me the remote.”
“No.”
“Jada, I can’t. You know I can’t.”
“Every time you say you can’t, I just hear excuses,” your best friend raises an eyebrow at you. “I’m not asking you to go out and fall in love again. I’m just asking you, as your best friend and roommate of five years, to please come get drinks with me. I miss going out to the bars and pretending to be waiting for a date. And getting sympathy drinks when our nonexistent dates don’t show. Come on, please?”
You chew on your lower lip. You have to admit, you do miss doing that. It’s been longer than months since you and Jada have enacted that master plan. It was a normal thing before you had a boyfriend and after the two of you broke up, you haven’t been back to a bar to even try.
“Fine,” you mumble. “But only because you know I can’t turn down pity drinks.”
“Yes! Thank you! Okay, you have to wear this new outfit I got you--”
“Were you planning this?”
“...no.”
“Whatever,” you smile, missing this rush of adrenaline. “Let’s do this before I change my mind.”
+++
The bar is crowded. But what bar isn’t?
You can’t help but get the sense, though, that this is more crowded than the usual Saturday night. Or maybe it really has been a long time since you were out of the apartment.
When you and your boyfriend -- none other than Bucky Barnes, the famous Winter Soldier and best friend to Steve Rogers a.k.a. Captain America, both heartthrobs to the universe -- broke things off a few months ago, your desire to go anywhere that wasn’t work-related had left your body. And since work for you consists of sitting on the couch with your laptop, that meant your desire to leave the apartment was nowhere to be seen.
The only times -- and they were few and far between -- that Jada would manage to get you out would be for food. Groceries or dinner, but that was it. No bars. No “having fun” as Jada would put it, even though you have plenty of fun. Netflix is fun. Comedy specials are fun.
As you and Jada score the last two stools at the bar, you send her a wary glance. You definitely didn’t miss this atmosphere.
It was one thing to play the game to your advantage, but when you haven’t played in so long, it’s terrifying. You’re out of practice entirely.
And the crowd certainly isn’t helping. You don’t remember it ever being this packed. How is this not a violation of the fire code or something?
“Relax,” Jada yells over the commotion. “You look like you’re going to hurl.”
“I might,” you joke, but you’re not going to. You know when you’re about to throw up, and that’s not the feeling you have right now.
When you and Bucky ended, it wasn’t because he cheated. And it wasn’t because you cheated, either. Everything was smooth sailing. It was all so...easy with Bucky. Which doesn’t make sense, you know, because Bucky is a literal block of ice sometimes. Even more so than Steve at times.
But Bucky was tender with you. You had wormed your way right into his heart not knowing he was doing the exact same to you. It was effortless. No pushing, no pulling. Just smooth. Exactly how love should be.
Then, the honeymoon phase ended.
Bucky started going on missions again. You started spending more time back at the apartment because of this -- which Jada was at least thankful for; she missed having you around. But with you and Bucky separated, it meant you weren’t talking as much.
Granted, he wasn’t available during missions. And you understood that. You also understood that when he came back, he needed his space. No offense to you, and it has nothing to do with you -- or anyone else for that matter. He just needs space. That’s just Bucky.
But he took your willingness to give him space as something else entirely.
You didn’t break up because you cheated. The accusation itself was thrown around more than once.
He accused you of it on nights when all you had been doing was watching some shitty Netflix drama on the couch with Jada. And on nights when you had been working nonstop.
After the second time, you told him that if he didn’t trust you at all, then maybe it meant things weren’t working anymore.
Bucky realized his mistake. You saw it in his eyes when he realized it. But you were too fed up with his games to even bother forgiving him then.
You slammed the door on your way out. And sent every call of his to voicemail. When you were worried you might have to block him, he stopped calling.
The two of you haven’t spoken since.
Have you thought about him? Every second of every day.
“Don’t hate me for telling you this,” Jada leans over so she isn’t yelling as much. “But I think I might’ve just seen Tony Stark.”
Your eyes go wide. “What?”
Jada discretely nods over to where the crowd has been all night. “But it could just be someone who looks like him. A creepy cosplayer. You never know.”
“It better be.” You don’t know that you can handle seeing Bucky. Not when you haven’t spoken since the breakup.
The bartender brings you a refill with a sad smile. Sympathy drink number one.
Some idle chatter flows between you, Jada, and the random guy sitting beside your best friend. He’s the classic just-got-his-heart-broken kind of guy, so you can empathize with that. He’s cute, too, and you silently cheer when he rests his hand on your roommate’s arm.
Jada’s eyes catch on something over your shoulder and you freeze, staring at her. “What?”
“Cutie staring at you.”
“Huh?”
“A cutie. Is staring. At you.”
You chuckle, deciding to play your cards. You look over your shoulder with a smile. What you don’t expect is for your gaze to fall right to Bucky Barnes.
“Fuck,” you hiss, turning back around.
Jada gives you a strange look. “What now?”
“That’s Bucky.”
Jada looks again, disbelieving. “No, that’s-- holy shit, he cut his hair.”
Yeah, he cut his hair. It looks fucking good on him, too, the shorter length. You kept trying to get him to entertain the idea of cutting it when you were together, but he wouldn’t budge. You didn’t totally mind because you did like his long hair. But the pictures you saw of him from the ‘40s? No wonder all the girls swooned over him. You fell in love with his long hair, but one look at him from the ‘40s had you falling all over again.
Just like right now. You can feel it. You know he’s still looking at you. And damnit, you want to look, too. But it’s a bad idea.
Apparently, the idea isn’t bad enough to stop you. Because you look again.
You snicker quietly to yourself as you take him in. His hair is shorter, yes, but he’s got a tiara sitting on the top of his head. The sight of that alone has you grinning. What dumbass bet did he lose?
You get a little too carried away with making eyes at Bucky across the room because then you’re spotted by none other than Tony Stark, and all hell breaks loose.
“Y/N!” You’d hear Tony’s voice from a mile away if he tried hard enough. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Hi Tony,” you reply, watching as the poor guy next to you is promptly shoved off the stool by a somewhat tipsy Tony Stark. “How much have you had?”
“Not nearly enough to be okay with seeing you and Barnes have eye sex.”
“Tony!” You smack his arm. “Knock it off. I was just laughing at the crown on princess’s head.”
Tony grins wide. “There’s that fire. We’ve missed you.”
“Sure,” you shake your head, sipping your drink. Next to you, Jada is giving you a look of sheer disbelief. “Tony you’re scaring my best friend.”
“Best friend!” Tony exclaims, looking over at her. “Both of you, come join our party! More the merrier!”
“You’re drunk off your ass.”
“Not yet,” Tony winks. “Come on, Barnes wants to see you anyway.”
“No,” you stay put. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh, give it up,” Tony yells. “He’s been moping around my goddamn tower for months, please go have sex with him or something to make it stop--”
You don’t have time for another protest before Bucky comes up next to you, pushing Tony away. Bucky Barnes. Taking every chance he can get to save the day.
Your ex slides easily into the stool. You look to your right for help from Jada only to find she’s fully facing and flirting with the guy beside her. You’re stuck.
Bucky waves down the bartender and asks for two beers.
“You’re gonna drink two? Seriously?” It’s a weak jab, but you don’t know what else to do. You’ve had speeches made up in your head for months, what you’d say when you saw him again, but they were all in scenarios where you weren’t in a loud ass bar.
“Actually,” Bucky takes both bottles in his hand, sliding one toward you. “I got one of them for you.”
If it wasn’t your favorite kind, you would’ve poured it on his stupid tiara. “Thanks.”
“Come on,” Bucky nods, standing from the stool.
“What?”
“Let’s get away from the bar,” he says. “Too many people.”
“Fine,” you huff, ignoring his hand that is stretched out to help you down. You try to walk with more than an inch between you two, but it’s so crowded that when Bucky grabs lightly onto your arm, you let him.
Suddenly, the crowd opens up, and you realize it’s because Tony Stark -- of course -- has rented and blocked off one section of the place, forcing everyone else to crowd around the bar.
You ignore the weird glances coming from the other Avengers that haven’t seen your face in months. One, in particular, is Steve.
Bucky finds an open booth and slides in, waiting for you to do the same. You do, but you keep your distance. He accepts defeat, leaning onto his arms on the table, beer bottle in one hand.
“Nice tiara,” you comment, not looking at him. “It suits you.”
“Thanks,” he chuckles, shaking his head until the plastic crown falls into his hands. He sets it down on the table, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up. You want to fix it so badly, but you leave it alone. “How’ve you been?”
“Good.” A lie. “How’ve you been?”
“Awful.”
You turn your head to look at him, not expecting that answer. “Okay…”
“Y/N, I’m…” Bucky pauses, grabbing a fistful of his hair and letting go. “I’m a fucking idiot.”
“Can’t argue with you there,” you mutter, picking at the label on the side of the bottle. “What made you come to this revelation?”
Bucky’s lips stretch into a smile. “I miss that.”
“What?”
“Your wit,” he replies. “Your ability to call me on my bullshit.”
“I shouldn’t have to be there to call out your bullshit.”
He frowns. “I know.”
“What are you doing?” You blurt. “Whatever you’re trying to do.”
“I’m trying to say I’m sorry.”
“Then just say it,” you almost laugh. He’s being ridiculous. “Stop trying to-- To drag me back in. Just say you’re sorry so I can go.”
“I don’t want you to go, that’s the thing,” Bucky pleads. “I’m sorry, doll, I’ve been so stupid. I am stupid and I don’t blame you one bit if you get up and leave right now, but I’m asking you to please, don’t go.”
“Why?” You murmur, surprised he can even hear you.
“Because I’m miserable without you. And every day I think of how I would change things if I could--”
“You can’t.”
“But I want to try. If you’ll let me.”
You stare hard at the bottle in your hands. If you had even an ounce of Bucky’s strength, the glass would be a shattered mess all over the table.
“Please, baby,” Bucky scoots closer, knowing he’s testing his luck. But what else does he have left to do? “Let me love you right this time.”
Slowly, because you can’t believe he’s telling you all that you ever wanted to hear, you look up at him, tears in your eyes. One slides down your cheek and he wipes it away, hand cradling your jaw.
You shake your head. “I can’t do this again, Buck.”
He frowns deeply, his hand slipping away. His eyes lower themselves to his lap, accepting his defeat once more.
“So you better not break my fucking heart this time.”
His gaze snaps to meet yours, thinking he’s imagined those words, but you’re smiling. Smiling, even though you’re also glaring. But he sees the hurt behind your eyes.
“I won’t,” he swears to you, hand returning to caress your cheek. “And if I do, you can kill me.”
“I might,” you giggle, scooting an inch closer.
“Good,” he says seriously. “Because I’d deserve it.”
He leans down as you tilt your head forward, pressing your lips against his in an aching kiss, one you’ve both been longing to share for far too long.
Bucky scoots closer, body right next to yours, metal arm fitting around your waist perfectly, right where it should be, right where you’ve been missing it.
You grab the tiara off the table and put it back in the top of his hair, smoothing down the strands. He gives you a strange look.
“What? It suits you.”
He laughs, pulling you into him. “Okay, doll.”
“Hey Buck?”
“Yes?”
“I still love you.”
His forehead rests against yours as he sighs in relief. “Oh, thank God. I love you, too, doll. Always.”
hi Tony is definitely the kind of drunk that after 5-6 drinks in he gets all emotional and brings up old shit and I can just imagine him laughing ironically at situations he’s been in when really it was a terrible time of his life. He’d always be super needy for affection too like he’s all over everyone
Tony: Yeah did you know I almost died from palladium poisoning yeah ahaha
Steve: What the fuck are you okay
Tony: *Clearly tearing up* Yeah i’m fine, fuck I love you i’m so happy I met you and that I didn’t die
Nat: You got shit drunk and let me shoot with one of your repulsors at an ice sculpture
Tony: I was dying Natasha, god let me live
Steve:
Tony:
Nat: ...
Tony: I’m so fucked up *giggles with tears in his eyes* I miss my mom, hey! I need to call Peter and tell him how much I love him because my father never told me...
“So now you’re silent Yn ANSWER ME. HAVE BEEN CHEATING ON ME”, he yelled frustrated. Tony has never acted like this.
Truly I was scared but I kept my head up. “I’VE BEEN FAITHFUL TO YOU TONY ONLY YOU . I WOULD NEVER IN OUR 6 YEAR MARRIAGE CHEAY ON YOU”, I answered. I started packing my things.
“Where are you going Yn. We aren’t done talking”, Tony said. A tear fell down my cheek. “You don’t trust me anymore Tony. Until then, I think we should take a break”, I replied grabbing my suitcases, my car keys , and cried leaving STARK tower.
Author: HLJ137
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 5-10k
Genre(s): angst, romance
Film-specific: mid iron man
Tropes: canon divergence, getting together, worried!pepper, drunk!tony
Summary: Tony and Pepper stand on the roof after their dance at the gala. But instead of pulling back, Pepper gives into her deepest desires and kisses her boss. Afterward, she worries that she has ruined their relationship, but Tony, who had been drunk the night before, doesn't remember their kiss at all
