Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (and Peter Parker/Tony Stark)
Summary: At 21 years old, Peter is the successful CEO of his own biochemistry firm. He’s not a heartbroken teen anymore. He's over Tony Stark.
(He really isn’t.)
Of course, things are never quite so simple. A glitch in time is all it takes, and suddenly Peter finds himself dealing with two Tonys: the man who turned him down years ago but can't seem to stay away—and a much younger, flirtier version of the genius, with an agenda of his own.
This fanfiction is now complete!
Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25582933/chapters/62086615
*** This w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l, amazing art, commissioned for this fic, is a creation of the talented @vanitasmorgue.
Chapter 4 of ‘My Heart is an Open Wound’ (Starker) is up!
Summary: At 21 years old, Peter is the successful CEO of his own biochemistry firm. He’s not a heartbroken teen anymore. He's over Tony Stark.
Of course, things are never quite so simple, and suddenly Peter finds himself torn between two Tonys: the man who turned him down but can't seem to stay away—and a much younger, flirtier version of the genius, who materializes in his office one night and flips his world upside down.
Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25582933/chapters/62086615
"You and Pepper threw him into the arc reactor," Tony says, odd and flat, his heart thumping against the casing. "What are you? Volcano cultists?"
Anthony stares at him for a second then says, thick with disappointment, "I can't believe I missed that opportunity for years. "
universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve, Tony and T2)
summary: It is T2 first Christmas after he and his Steve became a couple, and he is forced to spend it in Tony’s and Steve’s world. Everything goes fine, but his mind tends to wander off at night.
length: 1 788 words
a/n: if you guys thought that I’m done with Double Trouble, you are so wrong!! the main story line has ended, but I still have many ideas I want to write, that didn’t make to the final version. like, this one. dedicated to @anxiousmaisy, who helped me when I was feeling down, and as a thank you, I promised to write a cheer up Stony fic. also, it might be a bit too late to post Christmas related stuff, but I really had no time to write it earlier.. so, anyway, hope you like it!!
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Double Trouble - Silent Night
"Merry Christmas, babe."
"Uh.. merry.. whatever.."
Steve laughed, his voice sounding sweet, as he looked down at the blushy mess Tony was. It was their first Christmas together, and Steve insisted on doing all the holiday related things together - they baked cookies, and had made a mess in the kitchen, with dough and icing splattered everywhere, and real panic, when the first batch burnt to bits, as they forgot to set the timer on and got busy with more -- handsy things. They decorated the Christmas tree together, putting delicate ornaments, and Captain America and Iron Man decorations, just for the fun of it, and, of course, lots and lots of candy in colorful wraps. Steve hung mistletoe in every corner of Tony's floor and workshop, and tend to pull him under the green branches in the most unexpected moments, smothering him in a hug and kissing his face. It was all very nice and new for Tony, who considered it all embarrassing, still participating, just to see Steve smile at him.
"You're not very familiar with Christmas things, are you?" Steve whispered in hot breath, and Tony buried his face more in the blanket he was wrapped in, while he and Steve were cuddling on the couch, the fireplace cracking and the Christmas lights being the only source of light during the evening. It looked warm and cozy, and on the coffee table, they had Christmas cookies and two mugs with hot cocoa, which when pressed together, formed "Merry Christmas".
Tony shook his head. He never really celebrated Christmas. Not to the extend he did with Steve, anyways. Usually it was just an official party, full of unknown faces, and coming back to the empty apartment, while throwing all the Christmas gifts he received into the far corner, not interested in them, and leaving them for Pepper to sort through later on. Steve guided him through Christmas, step by step, as if having some sort of a list, how their first Christmas should look, and Tony kept blushing at the fact that so far.. he really liked it. Steve was sweet and kind, and Tony loved spending time with him. Steve meant the whole world to him.
"Merry Christmas," Steve tried again, hugging Tony close, and using a soft voice, inching their lips closer.
"M-merry.. Christmas.." Tony managed to whisper back, just before their lips locked in a kiss, that tasted of chocolate, gingerbread and love.
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He shook in his sleep, feeling some cold feeling piercing his heart. When the arc reactor painfully pulsated in his chest, he flung his eyes open, and unwillingly sobbed in pain and sorrow, tears sliding down his cheeks. What was going on..? Slowly and blearily, he moved up and sat against the bed frame, wiping the tears off of his cheek, feeling so very lonely and sad. He looked around, spotting the Christmas tree in the corner of the bedroom and dark sky outside. He didn't know which of his memories were real as things did tend to mix in his head during the night..
"Babe.. What happened?" Steve asked, rubbing his eyes, and sitting up to gaze at the still sobbing man. "Hey, shhh, what's wrong?" he continued to ask in a warm voice, putting his hand on the other man's shoulder and gently squeezing.
Tony blinked, letting the tears fall some more and hiccuped in a sob. He felt like laughing. Steve was with him. He was home. It was all a very weird, long dream. They just had a very nice day full of Christmas preparations and tomorrow morning they would unpack the presents that they got for each other--
And then he saw a shape moving behind Steve, and sitting up, a hand running through the sleep messed up hair. An arc reactor shining in the middle of the chest. The cold feeling was back.
He felt lost again. He wasn't home. He was still stuck here. On his first Christmas with Steve. He secretly looked forward to it, and instead of celebrating with his love, he had a Steve to share with this world's Tony, while having the unpleasant feeling of not belonging here, all the time imprinted on his heart and soul. Both men welcomed him and encouraged to participate in all Christmas preparations, and although T2 was smiling, deep down it was plain painful. He wanted to be back in his world. He wanted his Steve back. He wanted Steve just to himself.
T2 couldn't control it anymore. His mouth scowled, and he cried and cried, not able to stop the tears, but trying to keep his voice down, which made him look just more miserable.
"Oh, babe.." Steve whispered softly, drawing T2 close and hugging. "Hey, shhh, it's alright, I'm here," he assured, rubbing the smaller man's back and kissing his head.
The words just made T2 cry more heartbreakingly. It wasn't his Steve. He wanted his Steve. Or.. Or at least he wanted Steve, only to himself. To not share. Just for this moment..
What was he talking about.
He loved them. He loved them both. They day went just like in his dream. Just instead of being only with Steve, he had been also with Tony. They shared each moment together, and together, ate a batch of burnt cookies, laughing at the mess they had made and at the mugs that said "Merry Merry Christmas". Double Merry. Just like there were two of them. Slowly, he turned around in Steve's embrace, and pressed his back to soldier's front, looking at Tony. Tony, who hang his head low, and kept staring at the covers, correctly guessing that it was his sight, that made T2 cry all over again.
"Sorry," T2 hiccuped out, opening his arms, "come here," he asked, encouraging his lover to get closer.
After a moment of hesitation, Tony took the invitation and crawled into T2's arms, laying down on him. T2, hugged from behind by Steve and from front by Tony, closed his eyes, and sobbed for a bit longer, unable to stop yet.
"Shh," Steve soothed, kissing his ear. "We will find a way," he promised, having a good idea what caused T2's breakdown. "Right, Tony?"
Tony didn't answer, just nodded his head. He kissed T2's neck and gently rubbed his goatee against the thin skin.
T2 giggled and tilted his head back, tears mixing with laughter. "St-top it," he hiccuped out, the brush of the goatee leaving a ticklish feeling behind. He felt a mischievous smile pressed to his neck. Uh-oh..
"T1!!" he complained with a tearful laugh, when Tony nuzzled more into his neck and placed many more scratching kisses down the sensitive skin.
"Hey, it's sleep time, not tickle time!" Steve laughed at his own, knowing what the older Stark was doing.
"Can't let him go to sleep sad," Tony muttered, placing his kisses down and slowly tickling at T2's sides, causing him to squirm in the double embrace and giggle madly.
"Hmm.. That's true," Steve agreed, moving his hands lower, and instead of keeping them around T2's shoulders, he placed them on brunet's thighs, softly scratching the delicate skin.
"Haaha-hhaa!" T2 wriggled, not knowing if he should try and push T1 away or maybe Steve, and his hands continued to uselessly flop all over the place. "Stoop!" he demanded, although there was no real order behind his words.
"Only when you will be happy again," Tony bargained with a smile, continuing to gently scratch the ticklish sides, knowing that prolonged gentle tickles were driving him crazy and did the same thing to the other him.
"Remember that we can do this for a long time," Steve reminded with a bright smile, sneaking his fingers to tickle the inner thighs.
"Ah!! Ihihihihi!!" T2 giggled, tears of sadness drying up and been replaced with a delighted smile. "Guhuhahaahys! Enouugh!" he asked in a giggly voice. He asked in vain, and continued to giggle, the soft tickling not ceasing and not going any faster, just teasing his nerve endings and overwhelming him. T2 was so full of joy, he couldn't believe how much such treatment could make him forget his worries. It felt all fuzzy and warm and nice.. It seemed to last forever and when both men stopped, he received a warm kiss from each of them, which reassured him about the honesty of the affection. T2 couldn't stop smiling, feeling relaxed and calm.
"Is this your standard cheer up technique?" he asked with a twitching smile, as they rearranged in bed, keeping him in the middle. The sadness his dream brought was long forgotten, and all that was left was the giddy feeling of happiness.
"Hm, one of the many," Steve hummed, putting his hand around T2's waist, while Tony wrapped their legs together and hid his face into T2's neck. "Time to sleep, guys. Remember that morning we are opening the presents," he announced in a yawn, kissing T2's temple.
T2 slightly moved his head up and looked at the pile of presents under the Christmas tree. He knew that a part of them was addressed for him, and some were for him and T1, which indicated a double amount of fun. Maybe he could quicken the process..
"Well, technically, it is after midnight, so it is already tomorrow-- HA!"
"Someone is greedy," Tony commented with a snicker, moving his hand to T2's belly and scratching with one finger the skin near the belly button.
"No no no- dohahan't- STEHEVE!" T2 cackled out, when the other man joined and he had two hands scratching at his soft belly. "Hahaahaha!"
"Morning, T2," Steve repeated in a playful growl, making small circles around the belly button, before wriggling his finger into the dip.
"IHIHIHIHI!! FIHIHINE!" T2 agreed with a loud squeak, batting their hands away and when he succeed, he pressed both hands to shield his stomach.
T2 giggled at the defense tactic, and Steve followed with a smile. They both leaned in closer, looming over the second Stark.
"Merry Christmas, T2.." Steve whispered, kissing him for goodnight.
"Merry Christmas," Tony grinned, when he placed his kiss on T2's soft lips.
T2 looked down, the sadness coming back. But just a little, and he stopped the feeling before it could take over him again and eagerly gave back the kisses he had just received. He sunk down, wrapping hands around Steve's and T1's neck, pulling them down with himself as they fell into the soft covers.
"Merry Christmas," he whispered back, hugging them close, and letting himself be hugged, grateful for the moment and so happy with his two lovers.
Maybe he didn't belong here, but who cared, when he felt loved and welcomed.
