#stony fic

[alpinebarnesworld]

I miss my stony

[thorspop-tarts]

Steve: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Peter: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Tony: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

[tonyedwardstark2026]

Kiss scene Ironman x Captain America

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: count @taylorswiftmicrofic wc: 484

stony (steve rogers/tony stark) superfamily (stony parenting peter parker)

Steve walks into the common room to hear Tony’s patient voice and Peter’s little giggles.

His heart warms at the sound of his little family.

“Okay bambino, can you tell daddy what comes after 5?” Tony’s voice echoes through the room.

“6!” Peter’s gleeful answer results in loud applause.

It was no secret that with Tony’s genes that Peter would turn out to be a genius in his own right.

Tony had taken to teaching anything and everything their little boy was naturally curious about and this time it seemed to be counting.

“Well done Peter Pan! And what comes after that?” Tony asks excitedly.

Steve muffles his laughter as he shuffles closer to the sitting area, watching as his husband engages with their son as Tony lays back on the couch with Peter in his lap.

“Uh…dunno” Peter shrugs cutely, pushing his little baby hands all over his father’s face, clearly no longer interested in their current discussion.

Tony yells in fake pain as Peter tugs at his goatee before pretending to eat Peter’s fingers which has the toddler squealing and squirming on Tony’s lap.

Steve chooses that moment to reveal himself.

“And what’s going on here?” He gasps excitedly as he drops his bag on the floor.

Peter and Tony both snap their heads to him, blinding smiles on both of their faces.

“Papa! Papa!” Peter cheers, clapping his hands as he bounces in Tony’s hold.

“Petey! Petey!” Steve joins in.

Peter makes a loud screeching sound that Steve and Tony have learnt only through hard experience means that he’s excited and not facing imminent danger.

Tony still winces and grunts as Peter uses him as his own personal playground to climb off the couch so he can toddle with his little legs over to Steve.

“Oh so as soon as Papa shows up I’m all of a sudden chopped liver huh squirt?” Tony mocks, rolling his eyes fondly as he helps Peter.

Peter only squeals and runs towards Steve who crouches just in time to receive an armful of rambunctious toddler.

“Mmm.” Peter hums happily, snuggling into his father’s hold and Steve squeezes him softly if only to indulge in the little giggle that escapes Peter.

“Hi baby,” Steve croons “missed you pickle.”

Peter whines, “No ‘ickle.”

Steve huffs out a laugh and presses a kiss to his son’s hair.

When he looks up again, Tony’s watching them both with a fond expression on his face.

“Hi honey.” Steve breaths out happily.

Tony smiles softly.

“C’mere, you two look so cute I’m gonna eat you both up if you don’t come snuggle me.” He demands.

Peter lifts his head with a pout and a grumpy expression, “No eatin Papa an’ Peter.” He huffs.

Tony snorts a laugh and nods in acquiescence.

“No eating, even if you are the cutest little boy I ever did see.”

Peter positively preens at the comment.

[scifigrl47]

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

As part of Fluffuary, I've returned to my tradition to writing a Foodieverse Valentine's Day story, my way of honoring the hard working warriors in the hospitality industry.

May they be recovered enough today to enjoy this one.

[u2011234567]

Stony Incorrect Quote - 8/?

Steve: You let Strange patch you up instead of me. Tony: Because he’s a doctor, Steve. Steve: I have first aid training. Tony: You once put a Band-Aid on my arc reactor. Steve: …It was all I had! Tony:grinning Sure, soldier. Whatever helps you sleep. Steve: You help me sleep. Tony: …what? Steve:realizes what he said …nothing. Natasha:from the background Liar.

[hurtspideyparker]

Steve doesn't know what to think when he opens his door to find Tony Stark on the other side.

"Hi Steve."

"Hi..."

"Can I come inside?" Tony's already shoving past Steve as he asks.

"Yeah, come right in." he tells the empty air in front of him.

When he turns around Tony has already found himself a place on his well-worn couch, wiping his sweaty palms on his tuxedo pants. His bowtie hangs loosely around his neck, the top buttons of his expensive white dress shirt undone just like the rest of Tony's appearance.

Steve's eyebrows press together in concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Pepper and I got married."

Oh.

Pepper, the woman Tony left Steve for in college—back when Steve was still the artsy barista on campus who flirted with latte art and Tony was the promising young genius who couldn't live without coffee.

"3 hours ago."

Oh.

The picture before him is slowly starting to peice together, but Steve's yet to figure out how this became his problem.

"Wow. Congratulations?"

It spits out unsure as soon as the words find their way to his tongue, and he immediately flinches in regret. The way Tony's large round eyes stare off into the distance is reminiscent of those shellshock photos he found in his history textbook.

Steve feels completely unbalanced. One minute ago he was watching a baseball game and eating leftover pizza, and now the man who gave him the worst heartbreak of his life is sitting in his living room after not speaking to each other for 7 years. Married. A possible runaway.

"Thanks," is all Tony says.

Steve hovers awkwardly near the man, waiting for him to explain. When he remains silent Steve busies himself with grabbing a glass of water. That's what EMTs do on TV when someone's in shock right? Water and a blanket?

Tony doesn't touch the water he sets in front of him, and Steve is really contemplating if he should put a blanket over his shoulders when he speaks.

"I'm gay. I'm married, and I'm gay, and I'm so screwed."

Tony drops his face into his hands with an alarming sob. It isn't until he lets out hysterical laughter into his damp palms that Steve's body thaws and he steps closer to lay an awkward hand on Tony's back for comfort.

Wow, he's really bulked up. Maybe he started working out for real and not just excused his lab work for exercise—okay, Steve, now's not the time to find your married ex-boyfriend-in-crisis attractive.

The hand must have reminded Tony of Steve's presence, his head shooting up and meeting Steve's gaze with damp, feminine lashes.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,"—he wipes furiously at the tears still clinging to his ruddy cheeks—"I just, everyone I know is at the wedding. My dad will track my credit cards if I go to a hotel, I have no one and I can't, I can't face him, or Pep, or my mom...oh god, this is so messed up."

Steve's heart sinks at the realization of where this is going.

"Could I stay here for a little bit? Please? I just need to think."

He shouldn't. He really shouldn't.

Curse the manners and kindness his mother instilled in him.

"Of course. Whatever you need."

"Thanks," Tony breathes out before stuffing his face into a throw pillow.

Steve has no clue how he's going to explain this surprise roommate to Bucky when he gets home, but as Steve's chest clenches painfully at the sound of Tony's cries and his stomach flutters at the warm body under his supportive hand, he starts to feel like that's the least of his problems.

[theoldgaylion]

Pov: you’re Steve Rogers

+ a bunch of doodles

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All based on my Stony fic by my side