#jedi!steve

[sidereustales]

“It takes strength to resist the dark side. Only the weak embrace it.”

[sidereustales]

It’s so shocking to me that people like my silly little Sith!Eddie and Jedi!Steve fic that I wrote for my friends like…thank you??? I feel like a fraud bc I’m not actually that big of a Star Wars girlie but…wow. Thank you guys.

[sidereustales]

Never in my whole goddamn life did I think I’d write any form of Star Wars fanfic…and yet here we are

[sidereustales]

What if I told ya’ll I just wrote a smutty Sith Lord!Eddie x Jedi!Steve x reader blurb based on this

@changemunson @lesservillain @munsonology @xxhellfiregirlxx

[polizwrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Wars Fusion, Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Young Tony Stark, POV Alternating, Mandalorian Bucky Barnes, Jedi Steve Rogers, eventual Stucky,   Possible Stuckony Summary: This isn't the first bounty hunter An-Tone Stark has dealt with, but he is the first that is a Mandalorian. Things get even more complicated when one of the few remaining Jedi steps into the mix and a connection is revealed.

Chapter 2 of what is likely to become a Stuckony Saga  (6 or 9 chapters?)  has been posted, filling my  @stuckybingo  "I thought you were smaller"  square

[billyboyblue]

Steve Rogers || Jedi Master

"I am offering freedom from their codes and laws. Freedom from their tyranny!"

"This isn't freedom! This is fear! And if I have to sacrifice that love for the will of the force then so be it. You bring unbalance to the law of the universe. You're replacing the Order's tyranny with your own." His saber lights brilliant blue at his side, a challenge, but Steve's eyes never leave Bucky's. "I can't let that happen."

Red bleeds into the room in response. "So be it."

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@brandnewfashion, should I stop tagging you at this point?

Ty’s grip on his arm is bruising, but Tony’s mind is far away. The projected booming voice of Obadiah to lead them in shakes the very floors. There is a muted murmur by the end of the warm up Stane has given the entire senate in preparation of Tony Stark’s return. 

Tony’s eyes drift down to the high polished floor and a stranger looks back at him. Years of the desert had turned him into another man, the one that Steve Rogers had found in a junk shop. His beard is gone and his mismatched breathable threadbare clothing is replaced with formal robes. Tony has been polished nearly to match the floors like this. It strikes more with memories of his parents than his own reflection. 

Something in Tony aches suddenly to miss his parents. It’s deep and old, but it twinges. 

It’s all rather full circle. Both Tony’s parents had been involved in the mess that had been the threat of the Clone War. The attempt to create an army of perfect soldier from the genetics modification that Abraham Erskine had perfected. Steve had happened then too. Not unlike he had into Tony’s own life. Changing everything, becoming the catalyst.

Steve and Bucky both who had been modified. Both under very different circumstance. Both who and fought so hard to fix things. Both kept captive to try and create a better version of clones than Schmidt had borne from his flawed modifications. 

Natasha who had similarly suffered from the mentality of the old that genetics could provide the key to control of the populace. Bred and shaped until her own self had emerged in spite of it all. 

Sam who had been a soldier abused by the wiles of corrupt politics. Rhodey who was a good man trapped in duty to unjust motivations of his superiors. Power in all the wrong hands. Carol still in service to do the good that she was capable of despite the threat of punishment.

Tony had become so lost in his own thoughts he was startled suddenly from them when Ty tugged him forward. Stepping through the archway onto the platform into the silence of the senate. The image of them projected on the holo screens of each booth. The air of disbelief was almost palpable. Ty’s grip on his arm was anchoring in the way it stung and pinched into his skin.

Obadiah was waving them forward and Tony went. Eyes searching around and seeing more strangers than his first days in the lower reaches of the poorest galaxies Tony could find. 

But some were familiar.

Nick Fury kept his head high and by his side was Agent Hill, both unblinking as the whispers around them turned to almost deafening volumes. Tony didn’t know why but he found he couldn’t look away from either of them. Clint had mentioned them, as had Natasha.

Shaking off the hand on him Tony stepped forward, brushing past Stane to the set microphones. His robe billowing out behind him at the suddenness of his motion Tony found himself center of the entire senate. His eyes closed and by the time the opened again the noise of the attendants had dwindled to nothing once more. 

He was meant to give an address, Tony had memorized it. Encourage the far galaxies to fall under Hydra’s rule. Offer false promises whispered long before most present had been born. The theology of a war that still rippled in the present that had no business being revived.

So Tony lifted his head and surveyed the senate once more before he spoke. “Years ago I disappeared without warning to escape from the accountability of my position. It was a selfish desire that I fell to and I cannot undo what has been done because I chose this.” Obadiah and Ty were at his back, but Tony paid them no mind. “I’ve returned because I am prepared to take responsibility for how we might change for a better future. But I can’t do this alone, one man would never be enough to change the galaxy.”

The hush of the senate held. The attendants not trying to speak over Tony or silence him. All Tony could think of was the howl of the desert wind, the sense of isolation was the same.

The earlier acceptance in Tony’s expression shifted to defiance as his resolve solidified. His heart fluttering in his chest and his palms growing damp. 

“Hydra was resurfaced and plans to put itself into position to demand submission from all. They will stop by no means if their history is to serve as an example. We still remember the Clone Wars today.” That brought up a passing whisper across the floor. Ty was shifting on his feet restlessly. Obadiah was pressing closer, looming against Tony’s side now. Tony barreled onwards. “We can’t forget that time - the destruction and the suffering. How far did it stretch before it ended? We’ve paid for the past with the future we’ve set before us.”

The murmur didn’t grow, surprisingly. 

“We need to change if we want the future to change.” Tony winced when Obadiah got a hold of his arm. Squeezing to the point of pain but Tony ignored it as much as he was able. His voice did strain, however. “Hydra cannot be trusted with the future. I know Hydra has already worked to make itself seem impossible to defeat but that’s why...you need to have hope.”

Hope like the crew Tony had sacrificed himself for. They would need help though so Tony could try and give it to them.

“There are those willing to fight - fight with them and take back the future!”

Tony didn’t have any opportunity to try and say more before Stane pulled him back forcibly. He stumbled back a few steps and looked up to meet the murderous gaze of his the man who should have been his family. 

But the senate wasted no time in erupting in conversation, debate, and demands. The damage had been done and Tony had done it. Somehow that made it worth it when Tony was hauled off away from the senate floor to his fate.

Rhodey hadn’t stayed to listen but the rest of them crowded around.

Bucky was hanging back with Natasha but their eyes were just as stuck to the holo-projection as they rest of them. Sam frowned and fidgeted where he stood even once Carol put a hand on his shoulder in support. Steve gritted his teeth and watched, listening.

By the time Tony was being dragged away Steve’s jaw had relaxed and he stared at the disarray the senate became in Tony’s wake. He swallowed around the tightness in his throat.

“So when are we going to get him?” Clint asked as if it were the most natural question.

Steve looked over at him, as did everyone else. 

“He thinks we can do something to fix this mess we’re all in.” Sam muttered perhaps a little beside himself with the revelation that Tony Stark, the last of the lost bloodline of the old Republic, believed in them. 

“Right now is when.” Rhodey muttered, having not as far as Steve had thought. His eyes were fierce and looked a bit damp. “If he’s going to get into trouble I’m going to be right behind him. If any of you are coming with me I’m going now.”

Carol was already going along. “I’ll save the both of you then, someone has to.”

“Sounds like we could do worse.” Bucky piped up with a half-smirk. 

“We’ll need a plan.” Steve offered to the assembled group they all made. “Anyone have any bright ideas?”

“No but I’ve got a start.” Natasha went back on the footage to stop it on Nick Fury and Maria Hill. 

[unsentpromises-blog]

@brandnewfashion have some more?

“Could you maybe hurry?” Sam asks and lets Tony shove him down into the copilot’s seat while Rhodey is snapping himself in place. “Where are you going? Tony?”

“Stay here and give the man a hand if needs it. Supposed to be a pilot.” Tony says half over his shoulder as he’s already ducking around to get into one of the gun’s seats. The cut above his eye is still bleeding as he drops into it the chair and starts getting the targeting system online. They might not have left the hanger yet but that doesn’t mean he can’t still do a little good to give Rhodey the best chance for a smooth take off as is possible. 

Of course nothing is ever so simple as that and the Jedi is hovering at the narrow space that leads into the pit of the gunseat, expression unreadable. His robe went missing somewhere in the pit, or before, making him look smaller and larger at once.

“What can I do?” Steven asks, for the first time willing to listen to Tony in full.

Tony can hear the beginning of the thruster’s whine. “Find a seat and hang on. Make sure Barnes is set in the Med bunk if you can manage it, but it’s going to probably be a little bumpy.”

“I hear that Tony.” Rhodey’s voice says over the speaker and his face appears in the holo screen. “You better not be talking about my piloting skills.”

“I’m talking about the fact people are going to be trying to shoot you out of the sky.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve put up with that kinda thing. I must be finding bad company.” Rhodey quips back and Sam’s face appears briefly.

“You guys do this often?” Sam asks, maybe a little beside himself because he recalls the bland look of the repair and scrap stand they pair owned. The uniform way it bled into each and ever other run-down stand offering the same low quality merchandise. 

Tony snorts at that. “You ask that after we save Barnes and your magic-able friend from the pits? Really? Priorities.”

“You cannot talk to anyone about priorities Tony!” Rhodey grouses before he’s pushing them to really get moving, none of the slow build up.

There is a set of unsteady, shuffling steps and a thud to Tony’s ears. “I said hold on!” Tony snaps while offering some cover fire for Rhodey’s abrupt take off. The guns are louder than Tony remembered them being and his fingers flex and twitch in place as his adrenaline keeps pumping. Aches and fatigue had started to make themselves known when they first stumbled into the ship, but his body seems to have caught on they’re not out of dodge yet.

Steve stumbles past as Rhodey puts on more speed, weaving to make them both a more difficult target and evade the very solid objects in their way. Tony’s had years to adjust to this sort of thing but Steve looks just a little green with the glimpses of his face he’s getting. 

“Why didn’t you just stay with Barnes?” Tony asks with force as he jabs hard at the trigger to unleash more fire at the raider guns they turn their way. The shots hit sending sparks flying and Tony thinks he hears one of the droids making a racket. “Dum-E I swear to circuits if you try to help again I’m going to disassemble you!” 

The horizon is still bright with the light of the sun as the ship starts to speed toward it. True to Rhodey’s skill he keeps low to the ground despite the fact it means working his way around the old, dead hollowed out rigs lost in bets or destroyed over the years. The pits attract all sorts, meaning there is an eclectic collection of junk half buried in sand. And some far less buried as Rhodey proves having to pull back to skim along the dangerous line of near-collission. 

Steve goes tumbling back and tries to get a grip on anything but the walls are mostly smooth and he ends up from the narrow passage that leads to the cramped med-bay, the two turret guns mounted on either side, and the cockpit of the ship where Sam and Rhodey are shouting. Sam’s voice more than Rhodes. 

“Are you crazy?” Sam’s voice asks, shrilly. “I swear not even Natasha was this bad.”

“I hope you mean this good kid.” Is Rhodey’s hand muffled and lost reply the further back Steve slips.

That slippery handhold he managed to get Steve loses on the next turn of what must be incredible piloting from the outside. On the interior Steve is far more preoccupied with the way his elbow or thigh manage to find anything not flush with the interior’s walls. He’ll be bruised more than he was getting aboard but it’s better than being trapped in the pits. 

Bucky had been secured in place though dazed. Steve is just thankful he’s the only one struggling at the moment as he listens to Tony offer more fire. 

The Cabal had heard about the new show in the pits - a Jedi. The attraction had drawn too much attention or just the wrong kind of attention. Either way Steve had seen Cabal masks in the crowd and before it could get ugly Tony had jumped into the pit with Steve’s well worn Stark blaster in hand to the rescue and little else. 

Not so shockingly pandemonium had followed after that.

A frantic beeping just behind him caught Steve’s attention. One of Tony’s droids form the shop was behind him. Steve had had the good luck to fall right into the oversized grappling claw itself. The camera in the claw drew up to his face and hovered bobbing before letting out a low humming satisfied with its inspection.

Then the camera and claw lifted letting out a series of shrill, almost cheerful sounding chirps.

“Dum-E if you’re screwing around with the gate or the other gun again I’m going to sell you for scrap!” Tony called from the turret. 

Steve snorted for that, recalling the man’s rather brusque response to his only being rude to the same droid. “Contrary isn’t he?”

Dum-E hummed in reply, seemingly.

Both Steve and Dum-E’s attention turned when they heard the shrill shriek from one of the other droids. Tony’s loud cursing soon followed. 

“They hit the gun! I’m going over to the other one! Rhodey lay off the saving for me to jump over!” Tony called and tugged himself free of his strapping. Wrestling it with a moment longer than apparently than he had because the whole ship swerved and Tony went much the way Steve had before him. Sliding and slipping, unable to find a hand hold.

Steve watched and made a reach for Tony grabbing at his arm before he went past. So they held like that moment as Rhodey kept up with his dynamics. He was pulling them up again (if Steve had any sense of direction left). It meant Tony was going form standing and avoiding sliding further into the cargo bay of the ship to dangling in the air held only by Steve’s tenuous hold of his arm. Something that was clear to Tony by the widening of his eyes. 

It all happened so quickly. 

Sam was shouting in the cockpit with Rhodey a lower timber replying just as quickly as Sam’s anxiety seemed to spill out of him. Dum-E was a series of frantic and excited beeps. The thrusters of the ship whined as Rhodes somehow still managed to push them faster.

It was the pits all over again Tony flying through the open air before he came to a graceless roll in the sand to the silence than shock of the observers. But now only Steve was watching as his hold slipped and Tony dropped back toward the stacked and strapped cargo.

Steve tried to push himself up or snatch after him but only caught air.

Tony thumped against a few of the strapped and covered goods they had stowed in the bay. The mismatched straps and cords pulled taunt under the drag of their acceleration and other under the added weight of Tony resting against them. 

Dum-E twitched and flailed in place making a racket in Steve’s ear. Leaning his head away Steve tried to brace himself and push off. Trying to ease himself to the floor to slide down to reach Tony to help him before he stuck his head.

Already Tony was struggling to pick himself up, looking worn and sore, almost unmotivated entirely to budge himself. 

Steve had just rested his weight against the tarp covered transport crate when the cable holding it gave way. Tony, Steve, and the load all dropped down. Several of the smaller loads going over end and into the large cargo bay doors. They groaned under the weight and the cases screeched as metal dragged against metal. 

Rattled but okay Steve shook off the dazed feeling that was starting to overcome him. Quick to check on Tony and finding the man’s eyes had closed.

Before he could manage to question or check on Tony the gate below them caved after a well placed shot struck them in just the wrong spot. The air rushed in and sand with it, whipping up and into his face. Steve drew up his arm to shield himself. 

The only small relief was the crate they had fallen on was larger than the gap between the cargo gate. Instead they just slid along the opening as the air pulled, whipped, and stung at them. 

“Tony!” Steve shouted over the shrill, sharp rushing wind.

He received no answer. And the doors separated further and the last of the crates dropped into the open still day-bright sky of the desert. The light was almost blinding compared to the darkness the ship’s interior had unknowingly offered. 

In the drop Steve had had enough sense to grab one of the now loose hanging straps. Clinging for dear life with gritted teeth while Dum-E was vainly trying to grab onto him to hold him inside.

Tony hadn’t had his same luck. 

But Steve gritted his teeth harder together and grabbed with all his focus to stop Tony from going any further. So hurried as the action was not only Tony but the crate he was on caught in place. Steve could feel the weight of it like it was resting directly between his shoulders but he thought of Tony dropping into the pit, too vulnerable, to save him and couldn’t not hang on with everything he had.

Grunting and hissing out a breath Steve tried to pull the whole thing back in but it dropped back down, too substantial for him to handle. 

“Tony!” Steve bellowed instead hoping to wake the man from his stupor as fast as possible.

Whether it was wind or Steve that did it Tony’s eyes shuttered open slowly. Reality reasserting itself very quickly for the man. Like before Steve found his grip failing him so he just tried harder, digging deeper. 

“Why at the bay doors open?” Rhodey shouted, though it was almost entirely lost to the howling of the wind. 

Sweat was starting to bead along Steve’s neck and temples the more he fought to hold on. Tony was on his feet and trying to sort out how to get back up, though everything was out of reach for the man. It was difficult to hold on when it seemed his effort was in vain. Tony couldn’t climb back in, nor jump high enough to catch anything to pull himself back in with. And Steve couldn’t hold on any longer.

Steve closed his eyes the second his force grip failed him. All the weight gone to nothing but slack under his fingers. It was almost too difficult to remember to hold onto the strap that kept Steve from the same free fall Tony was experiencing now.

Above Dum-e was shrieking. When the bot stopped abruptly Steve opened his eyes.

Even falling Tony was struggling. He was hanging tight onto one of the smaller crates, about the same size as Tony himself was in crude, boxy dimension. Steve thought he was trying to pull the straps holding the crate closed loosen. If he had been he succeeded before one jerk later as Tony grew further and further away the crate burst open. Something bright and shiny catching the light of the desert sun.

Steve had to squint against it but when he looked back again Tony had vanished from view entirely. Chest hollow and heavy Steve stared at the open, bright blue of the sky below them breathless with regret. 

Something glinted in the blue sky and it winked in the light as it seemed to grow closer. The ships in pursuit was lagging behind suddenly and one burst in a hail of sparks and fire. No one was manning the guns so it couldn’t have taken fire from them.

What looked like a droid was propelling itself through the sky and shot forward away from the smoke and fire lingering from the enemy ship that had been destroyed. It was gold and just grew closer and closer until Steve could make out the bulky humanoid shape clearly. Then it was closer still and the bright light in the chest and mask came into focus. 

Reaching for his blaster Steve took aim on it as the droid flew between the cargo doors. The shot deflected easily off the golden polished surface. The droid didn’t retaliate, instead its focus was on the cargo doors. It heaved and tugged until there was a painful screech of metal and they closed. Pulling at a lever and them slapping some latch down hard to fit down against the wall. 

Only once the doors were closed did it turn it’s smooth, emotionless face on Steve.

The ship was beginning to level out. Steve’s shoulder was on fire and the moment his feet touched the floor he released the strapping he’d held onto for his life. Blaster at the ready to fire again on the strange droid.

But Steve hesitated when Dum-E started to chirp at the droid.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” The droid replied before reaching up and removing its head.

Or so Steve had thought it was the head, but instead a helmet came again and Tony’s dirt and blood smudged face appeared. He looked wired but exhausted where he stood in the rest of the golden droid body casing.

“Tony?” Steve couldn’t help the relief to see the other man alive.

Tony smiled a bit. “Nice try, Jedi.” 

It was the same words Steve had said to him down in the pit when Tony had been rescued in turn by Steve himself. Nice try, scrapper.

It drew a smile out of Steve to hear it.