#superior!tony

[definitelynottony]

"Get off the floor, you cockroach." Tony dug the toe of his balmoral boot into the beaten and bruised side of the poor soul - who was curled up on his concrete basement floor. Tony tsked from disgust and shot a look over to his guy.

"8:23" he said to his boss.

"Alright, you have seven minutes to spill your guts, or we'll do it for you. And by that, I mean quite literally." Tony walked around the man in a circle. The dark room only illuminated by the spotlight above them. Highlighting the scenario taking place. His heels and the mans ragged breathing are echoing off the empty walls.

"Down to five minutes now." Tony adds. His guy passes him his gen 5 - Glock 22. The weight of it grounds him, and he stares down at it. Turning it in his hand in appreciation. "You did me dirty, Jake. And you know better than that. I'm disappointed in you. You were one of my favorites, after all. I learned your name and everything." Tony sighs and aims his gun. The man on the floor quivers but refuses to speak.

"You're going to die, Jake. Do you understand that? If you don't tell me their names or who they work for, I'm going to kill you. And there's no coming back from that - just so we're clear."

"Two minutes." The other man stated.

Tony nodded. "You hear that, Jake? You have two more minutes, and then I need to leave and put my baby to bed. When I leave, that's it. You're done."

Jake, the guy on the floor, opens his mouth. Blood trickles out first -

"I'm all ears, Jakie." Tony coos.

Then, a crackle of his voice starts to form a word -

"Daddy!" A sugary voice calls from the staircase leading down into the basement. Then footsteps followed.

Tony rolls his eyes with a groan and immediately turns to the staircase to meet round eyes and a cherub face. "Baby, we've talked about this. You don't come down here. Especially when Daddy is working."

"But I got a booboo!" Peter shoved his finger towards Tony's face.

"Daddy is working, Petey." Tony points the gun towards the man on the floor exasperatedly.

"Booboo!" Peter shouts and huffs, stomping his foot. Tony scrubs his face with his empty hand.

"Alright." Tony looks over to his guy. "Buck. Take care of this for me. I need to attend a booboo."

Peter squeaks as Tony picks him up. Buck nods in confirmation. He hears Tony's voice as he walks up the stairs with Peter in his arms. "How many times have I told you, Pete?"

"You gotta kiss the booboo, Daddy!"

"How did this even happen?"

"You left me unsupervised!" Peter and Tony's voices fade as they get further and further away...

"The God has a weakness then?" Jake speaks finally.

Bucky gruffs and cocks the gun. "Peter?" Jake nods. "Peter is the sole reason Mr. Stark hasn't set the world on fire yet. He isn't his weakness, roach. He's the reason Stark is a God and not a bottom feeder like you."

"That makes Peter a target. Makes Tony weak." Jake chides.

"That's Mr. Stark to you, roach." Bucky smirks and aims his gun - "You obviously haven't been paying attention if you think losing Peter would make him weaker. He'd rain hellfire on this earth if that ever happened."

[starker-sorbet]

You see what happened with extremis was a miracle Peter. Oh I don't mean how it saved me after the snap, that was incredible obviously, but I mean how it opened my eyes. To just what it could do. All it took was a bit more tinkering to make a new strain what could do what I wanted it too.

So as soon as you calm down and let me do what I have to do we can be together. Forever. Without anything being able to take you away from me ever again. Because this strain of extremis I gave myself and am about to give you, it'll makes us immortal Peter. It makes us better than before, better than anyone else on this planet.

It makes us Superior.

[cagestark]

Superior!+Starker

Someone has asked for more Superior!Iron Man content (as soft as I make him), and I’m very eager, so here’s a snippet. xo

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The news story interrupts Tony’s evening whiskey, the one he takes on his balcony overlooking his city. San Francisco is filthy and immoral and desperate and his, and for that last reason alone he enjoys looking at her. From the top of the newest Stark Tower, the people below him are ants who would be blessed to be crushed under his feet.

FRIDAY displays several news channels holographically, the ghostly blue vivid against the dark sky. They are muted—until they mention him. The condemnations tickle him as well as the praise does, and he receives them in equal measure these days. They have no idea the things he has in store for them, the blessings he plans to bestow with Extremis.

Suddenly the news channels all begin showing the same image. Tony frowns around the lip of his drink, squinting at the grainy footage. There’s a figure sitting slumped in a chair, and without audio, it’s all very boring and very unlike the usual evening news.

“FRIDAY, unmute.”

All at once, twelve different news stations begin playing, their audio synced. A livestream, then. Someone must have hacked the transmitters of not just local SanFran stations, but national ones at well. He enters in the middle of the speech of an unseen figure who is off-camera, voice low and smooth.

“—receive the funds in my account within the next six hours, I will unmask your beloved Spider-man on live television. You will then have one more hour, and if the funds still are not received—I will kill him.” Tony feels a jolt (excitement? Maybe a bit of adrenalin and dread?) go through him. He sets his glass down on the edge of the balcony, examining the video with greater scrutiny.

“FRIDAY, what the fuck is this video quality? Fix it, please.”

“I’m an Intelligent Digital Assistant, not a miracle worker.”

“Oh is that what I’m asking for? A miracle? Maybe it’s time to make another AI, there are six other days of the week baby girl. I could make acronyms all day long—there you go. That’s what I’m talking about.”

The footage clears (a little). There is a rather petite figure sitting in a chair of indeterminable substance, some sort of treated metal that looked to be enhanced. It didn’t have the glow of vibranium, which might have narrowed down the culprits of who was behind this. It could have been made of vibranium for what it was worth because the figure dressed as Spider-man looks to be most unconscious. Sometimes his head drifts up, but the neck immediately goes slack, like he lacks the strength to hold himself up. Drugged, Tony thinks.

“FRI baby, what are the chances of the Avengers saving their boy toy?” Tony asks.

“The kidnapper has requested one hundred million dollars. There are several go-fund-me’s that have already been started in Spider-man’s name, but the chances of them reaching the monetary goal before his identity is revealed is slim to none. According to the call Captain Rogers is currently having between Director Fury and the Defense Department, there are no plans to give in to the kidnapper’s request.”

“And the chances of them finding him before the time is up?”

“How would you like the bad news, boss?”

“Hmm. Colorfully.”

The voice she adopts is heavily southern in accent. “Well then I’d say you’re left with Jack and Shit, and Jack just left town.”

“I shouldn’t have asked,” Tony mutters. He drums his fingers against the balcony rail for several long moments and then reaches out and finishes his whiskey in two long gulps. “Distance between San Francisco and New York?”

“Just under three thousand miles, boss.”

He calls for the armor, flexing that place in his mind that controls it until it pours around him, liquid metal, glowing silver in the moonlight. “Mach 2 will have us there in two hours. Do me one last favor and tell Rogers that since his baby spider is apparently up for grabs, I’m putting my name in the pot. Maybe that will rankle him enough to get his star-spangled ass in gear and give me a run for my money. I always did work best under pressure.”

[grimalkinmessor]

So I've recently been obsessed with Evil!Peter and Superior!Tony, and they finally crashed together in my brain and created a whole new level of obsession so have this shitty moodboard while I try to restrain myself from starting yet ANOTHER fic okay mmmmbye

[definitelynottony]

I've walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and instead of sweet&spicy Mr. Stark I found Superior Iron Man 👀

Is there something we should know?

Amen.

Welcome to the other side, child. I receive you.

You are obviously on the smarter cusp of your generation to understand how much more Superior has to offer you. Sure, other Starks in these multiverses have some benefits to them. I can respect that.

However, Superior can offer you hope, motivation, a firm guiding hand, and enough inspiration to fule a whore house. All you need to do is adhere to your overlord's demands and do not oppose him.

Said for that, enjoy your time here with me in Sodom and Gomorrah.

[definitelynottony]

"Tell me something, kid. Have you ever looked a God in the eyes before?"

"No, sir..."

"You have now."

[starker-sorbet]

Peter didn't know what made him go to the superior's tower for help. None of their previous interactions made him think the man wouldn't just give him over to the Sinister Six, or whatever they called themselves, maybe he would even kill Peter himself. Spider-man has always an annoying pest to the man after all. But he was bleeding heavily with multiple broken bones and nowhere else to go before he passed out. Which he promptly did, right on the superior's balcony, specifically right on the man's lap due to his web-shooters breaking before he could land properly.

If he was honest with himself Peter didn't think he would wake up after that, much less wake up in a, no doubt extremely expensive, bed with his injuries cleaned and bandaged. 

And his masked removed. 

Panic welled up inside him. The superior iron man, aka Tony Stark the man with an omniscient AI, knew what he looked like and no doubt had found out everything about Peter Parker. Everyone he cared about was now in danger because he was stupid enough to fall into a trap where the only possible point of safety was a supervillain's home.

But then the man surprised him, he acted nothing like any other supervillain would after discovering Spider-man's secret identity. Oh Peter still didn't trust Stark as far as his Aunt May could throw him but it was nice, not feeling the need to hide a part of himself as he healed. And having someone he could talk to about his activities as Spider-man without having to censure what he says about himself.

As the days went by and Peter healed he found himself enjoying the time he spent with Tony more and more. The older man seemed to genuinely like him and Peter realised he could honestly say he felt the same. It's just a shame the man was a villain. Although as they talked Peter found himself agreeing more and more with the man about some of the reasons for his missions.

And compared to some of the things SHIELD and their so called heroes did Tony's actions didn't seem that outrageous. They almost always lead to less or even no civilian casualties than whenever Captain America and the Avengers were sent out on SHIELD missions, in fact most of the casualties that happened during their battles always seemed to happen when the Avengers came on the scene. Whenever he fought Tony by himself there was never anything like the number of deaths caused, often there weren't any.

So when a few weeks later Tony declared him healed and ready to return home Peter had made up his mind. The pair of them obviously like the other so why couldn't Peter stay a while longer? It wasn't like they were really on opposite sides any more now were they. 

There weren't many things that could shock THE Tony Stark, but Peter's declaration that he was on Tony's side seemed to be one such surprise. But a pleasant on if the older man's smile was anything to go by

requested by anon

[starker-sorbet]

Superior Iron Woman looking out at her kingdom of New York with her sweet spider at her side, tied up and waiting for her to play with whenever she wants.