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Would be very surprised to find antis exist and worriedly sit down with them and explain to them exactly why tony stark is one of earthâs mightiest heroes:
summary | Peter doesnât feel right and Bucky tries his best to help. Oh yeah a Stark Gala âąïž
warnings | Peterâs thoughts are kinda sad :(
pairings | Bucky & Peter, Tony & Peter (PLATONIC), Tony Stark / BuckyÂ
word count | 1510
authors note | I got bored and felt kinda sad and BANG a fic. Tâis a bit sad but honestly idk what this is. Like itâs not really angst or fluff? Its an alternative take on Peter Parker. Once again, IDK how I feel about this fic, it kinda just spawned. @celestial-irondad thought youâd like this (its one of the unposted drafts.
hello! this is a (late) fic for @princessmisery666âs challenge with @technically-a-little-dragon as co-creator. happy birthday and i hope you enjoyed this little something! (i mentioned tony stark a little since i couldnt help myself, but itâs very brief)
beware of cut!!
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âI am not in danger, I am the danger,â Peter said as he took two deep breaths. âIn fact, hydra should be scared. Iâm coming for them and nothing can stop me. I am Peter Parker, I am Spider-Man and I am not afraid of anything.â
He kicked down the heavy metal doors to the hydra base, wincing when the door unhinged and made the loudest ringing noise that seemed to resonate throughout the building. He rushed to pick the doors up, leaning them against the filthy wall, holdings palms out in case they fell again. He heard Bucky chuckling over the comms, followed by the clicking sound of his safety going off.Â
âYep, kiddo, you laugh in the face of danger, donât you?âÂ
Peter sighed, wishing the rest of the team was with them, but they were all around the world for various missions tasked by Shield. Natasha was in Budapest with Clint again, doing whatever they were doing. Sam and Steve were in Wakanda for a mandatory meeting about something Peter canât quite remember. Bruce and Tony were back in the compound, working on the latest updates for their weapons and equipment. And Rhodey was on medical leave, having eaten something⊠unpleasant the day before. This left Peter and Bucky to deal with this missionâ a rescue mission for any potential victims residing in the hydra base.
When they reached the mission site, both superheroes realised there was no way to source for the victims if they didnât split up, so with great reluctance, Bucky told Peter to meet him at the rendezvous latest by seven in the evening. Peter nodded reluctantly and did as he was told, hence his little pep talk for himself.Â
The moment he truly took into account his surroundings, Peter felt something unpleasant churning in his gut. His spider-senses were going haywire, screaming danger, danger, danger in his ears, but Peter just chalked it up to being in a Hydra base and continued in his search for the victims.
Meanwhile, Bucky was also feeling the same unpleasant feeling, instincts screaming at him to leave, but he had a mission to do, so he sucked it up and continued onward. But something was definitely off, Bucky knew. Usually, a Hydra base would be filled with scientists, guards and commanders, but this particular base had nobody in it, completely empty, save for Peter and Bucky. The lights in the building were flickering, dim to the point of being unable to see and the doorknobs were so rusty that even a non-enhanced could break them.
All these pointed to one very obvious fact, realised way too late: this hydra base had been abandoned. Bucky cursed himself for not noticing it sooner, causing the spider-ling to be in danger. Fear thrummed in his veins as he reached for his comms to contact Peter and tell him to get out of the building as soon as possible. Just as he neared the entrance he used, a voice suddenly made itself known, creating a static in his ears that made him realise that his communications system with Peter was offline.Â
âIntruder alert. Self-destruction activated,â an automated voice spoke, before metal shutters started coming down from the ceiling, about to trap everyone inside to prevent them from escaping. Bucky cursed again, running faster and sliding under them right before they hit the ground. Before he could calm himself from the adrenaline rush, the building collapsed, some of the debris hitting Bucky along the way, temporarily immobilising him. Bucky could feel his survival instincts coming in, the way Winter was pushing forward to take control of his body.
âMission objective: find and protect Peter,â Bucky managed to tell Winter right before he faded back into his conscience. He trusted the soldier enough to carry out the self-assigned mission, something that didnât happen often. They were forced to survive, not to have any wants or likes.Â
Winter crawled out of the rubble when it was stable enough, immediately starting to dig his way through the chaos to find Peterâs thin body. Before Buckyâs anxiety made Winter panic, they heard Peter's short breaths through the comms and could tell that he was either in the midst of a panic attack, or was about to have one, but at least they knew that the spider-child was alive. They took off in the direction of Peterâs location, with Bucky thanking the lord for the technology the world had in his head.
âHey, Bucky? You there?" Peterâs voice was too soft over the comms and they could practically feel the panic choking the kid. Winter could faintly hear panicked breathing and broken sobs over the comms as they desperately tried to find Peter. The spider-child must be terrified, buried under the building. Bucky winced as he watched through Winterâs eyes, his heart feeling as if someone wrung it like a cloth and proceeded to stab a thousand needles in it. Damn it, where was Peter?
âHelp, I-Iâm stuck! Iâm stuck! Please... Bucky please help meâ I⊠IâŠâ Peter was crying over the comms and even though it hurt their enhanced ears, he didnât lower the volume nor did he turn it off. He could hear thudding and crying and silent screaming and Bucky wished they hadnât split ways in the first place.
âHold on, kiddo,â Winterâs voice was deeper than Buckyâs and he said the nickname in Russian to let Peter know he was in control. âIâm on my way. You still there?â
It was radio silence on Peterâs end and Buckyâs anxiety was going to consume them whole if the spider-child was hurt in any way. Winter dug through the large slabs of cement, throwing it like they weighed nothing, through snow slapping his face, some even entering his eyes and making him tear up.
No matter how much he denied it, Winter knew he was tearing up for a whole other reason.Â
When the soldier found Peter under the disaster, he was cradling an unresponsive girl to his chest. Winter could tell that she was dead. From her pale complexion and her malnourished body, the soldier knew there was no possible way she could have survived the collapsing building. Even so, watching Peterâs tear stained face was almost enough to break the cold-hearted Winter Soldier.
Subconsciously, Winter assessed Peter for any injuries. His leg was bent unnaturally and chances were he had a few cracked ribs. His black suit was ripped, exposing quickly bruising skin. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, Peter would feel the cold and the pain of his injuries. Winter would have to ensure they got to their rendezvous point before then.Â
In a moment of uncharacteristic behaviour, he knelt next to Peter, placing his metal arm on the dead girl, slowly prying her out of Peterâs thin but strong arms without him noticing. His flesh arm was wrapped around Peter, trying to provide a comfort he wasnât used to. The young hero was mumbling, seemingly too out of it to even realise it.
âI⊠Iâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice broken, dejected and forlorn. âIâm sorry I didnât protect you, Uncle Ben. Iâm⊠I promise Iâll do better! I swear I willâ Iâll saveâŠâ
Winter winced, having no idea on how to break it to Peter that the girl was dead, so he pulled the smaller body closer to his side, hoping the warmth they were giving off would calm him. The soldier hadnât seen Peter like this before, so bruised, so hurt, so lost, but still so protective of someone he hadnât even met in his life.
âPeter,â Winter called his name softly, forcing his voice to be comforting, trying not to use his default monotone voice, the same one used to report back to his handler when he was under Hydraâs command. The kid needed his comfort right now and Winter was going to do whatever it took to ensure he was safe.
Once the soldier managed to wrestle the dead body out of Peterâs strong grip, the first thing he did was throw it away from them. He knew it was cruel and disrespectful to someone already dead, but he couldnât risk Peter gripping it with his super strength. There was only so much Winterâs strength could do against Spider-Man.
Peter thrashed in Winterâs hold as soon as he realised what was happening. âWintâ what areâŠ? No! Stop!â
Winter couldnât even manage to carry Peter into his arms before he was escaping his hold, crawling on broken legs to the dead body. The soldierâs heart ached for the child, who was so young but already knew of death and destruction.
âHey, kiddo, itâs okay, youâre safe now. Letâs go back to the quinjet, okay?â Winter coaxed, putting his arm gently on the kid to not scare him. This soft side of the usually cold and threatening soldier was new to Winter, but he knew what he had to do in order to keep him safeâ to keep them both safe.
Peter shrugged his hand off his shoulder, reaching out to the dead girl. Winter frowned, the clock in his head ticking like a bomb, calculating how much time they had left before Hydra came to inspect their base for potential survivors.
âPete, we gotta go,â he tried again, but when the kid ignored him yet again, Winter knew he had to harden his resolve. He slid his knife out of its sheath and, with his mind made up, threw. It was quick, of course. The Winter Soldier never missed by accident. He couldnât miss, or heâd have to deal with an angry handler and Hydraâs torture methods.
But, the scream that escaped Peter as the white snow stained red was almost enough to wish he had. It nearly made him flinch, his heart feeling like shattered glass as he approached the kid, who was trembling like a leaf.
âWintâ Winter, why⊠did you do that?â Peterâs voice was barely even a whisper and if it werenât for their heightened hearing, Winter nor Bucky wouldâve heard it. Peter sounded like a parent who witnessed the death of their child. It was awful and heart wrenching.
If it were Bucky who was in control, he wouldâve flinched, but even so, the soldier was known for being heartless, after all. It was only recently that he learnt how to love again, how to care and protect again.
âLetâs go, kiddo,â Winter tried again, voice soft, âyouâre bleeding out and injured. Letâs go back to the tower and patch you up.â
âNo! How could youâ how could you just kill her?â Peter shouted, voice cracking with the emotions he was feeling. âI⊠I had a responsibility to save her and youââ
The ticking in Winterâs head was getting louder and so was Buckyâs panicked shouts to get them both out of there before Hydra found them. So, with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart, Winter knocked Peter out with the safest method he knew how, using his flesh hand and hoping to God he didnât hit too hard.
Gently gathering the kid into his arms, Winter took off in the direction of their rendezvous point, hoping Shield had received their distress signals when their comms went offline and sent back-up. He nearly collapsed when he saw the quinjet they came in next to the Shield jet, relief coursing through his veins.
Winter ignored the agent waiting by the aircrafts in favour of demanding they get back to the compound as soon as possible. He didnât even see her face in his haste to get onto the quinjet, Peter still limp in his arms. Tony had been extremely firm when he said Peter was not to be harmed in any way, shape or form, but no one had expected this to happen.Â
Both Bucky and Winter knew they would have to do a lot to gain back the trust of Tony Stark, adoptive dad of Peter Parker. Everyone knew how protective the saviour of the world got whenever it came to theâ his child. Especially when it came to his spider-child.
The man had lost the child, once, seen him fade to dust right before his eyes, right in his hands. Nobody would blame him if he was more than just a little over-protective of the child.Â
Bucky knew he would be, too.
Growing restless by Peterâs unresponsive body, Winter started pacing around in the jet, wanting to go and hunt for the Hydra members but wanting to stay by Peterâs side in case he woke up. Before he could wear the jet down, a firm hand pressed onto his shoulder, stilling in his movements.
âSoldier,â the agent from earlier greeted, voice emotionless and Winter quickly realised that the agent from earlier was Maria Hill, not by Furyâs side for once. âIâll take care of the kid. You go do what you gotta do.â
Winter faced the agent, eyes narrowed in distrust, stepping closer to Peterâs body and Maria immediately raised her hands in surrender to show she meant no harm, that she was planning no harm. âWill you feel better if I said Tony was the one who sent me when he received the distress signals?â
âTonâ Stark sent you?â Winter asked, body relaxing slightly. If Tony sent her, then she would mean no harm. He was overly cautious when it came to the kid, so unless he was absolutely sure Maria would do no harm to Peter, she wouldnât be here.
Maria rolled her eyes. âWhy do you think Iâm not with Nick, right now? I owed Tony a favour, so here I am.â
âIf you hurt him, or if heâs hurt while under your care, Iâll kill you right after I come back from killing them,â Winter said, voice rough and eyes hard. Maria nodded, rolling her eyes again and waved him off. Winter grunted, snatching the parachute from the corner and tugged it on before jumping out of the aircraft.
It was time to test if Shuri managed to get his Hydra programming out of his head.
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Tony wakes up without a headache for the first time in a long while, feeling light and well-rested, and the usual body aches he has aren't there to make him regret all his life choices. He smiles unconsciously, stretching a little in the giant bed heâs in. Is this what actual sleep feels like? A whole eight hours of sleep? How long had he been asleep, anyway? Granted, he was knocked out by the powerful villain, but this was probably the best sleep heâs gotten in years.
He turns to find the sorcerer sitting in a rocking chair, reading a thick book with his cup of tea left forgotten on the table beside him. When the sorcerer feels Tonyâs heavy gaze on him, he chuckles lightly, placing his book down gently and helps the billionaire to a sitting position.
âGood morning, Sleeping Beauty,â he speaks, voice low and sultry. Tony feels his cheeks heat up, smile turning uncharacteristically shy. Didnât he use to be a playboy? Damn it, where did all his game fly off to? Where was it when he needed it?
They sit in silence for a while, before Tony realises he hasnât greeted the person who gifted him the best sleep in years and without the need for sex as repayment. âMorninâ. How long have I been asleep?â
âA little over twelve hours,â comes the reply, along with a gentle pat to his head. âYou must be hungry. Iâll be back in a minute with food.â
Before Tony can say anything, the sorcerer has left the room. The billionaire sits in stunned silence for all of two seconds before heâs snatching a pillow from beside him, burying his face and screaming into it. He hopes the sorcerer doesnât have enhanced hearing, even with all the magic, because Tony will cry literal tears of embarrassment if the man hears his muffled squeals.
Tony will admit heâs not straight. Heâs been with boys and girls alikeâ some really good-looking people, too. But, he doesnât think heâs seen any one of such high calibre before. Stephen Strangeâs looks, knowledge and magic are all top tier. He is the whole package and Tony isnât sure how to feel at the thought of the villain taking such an immediate liking to him.
Him! Of all people! Tony Stark, an egotistical playboy who has no care for anyone but himself. Tony Stark, the evil billionaire who nearly destroyed the world, once. Tony Stark, the man who couldnât be loved.
Even Steve Rogers said so.
âThe only person you really fight for is yourself.â
âYou better stop pretending to be a hero.â
If Mr Good and Righteous says heâs these things, then he must be those things, right? Who else is he? What else can he be?
But, oh. The sorcerer is really, really, really attractive. When Tony stepped into the room, the first thing he noticed was the sorcerer tied up, sitting on an uncomfortable wooden chair but somehow looking like he had risen from hell, burning ashes, flames and allâ a magnificent being. Then, he spoke and by God was Tony sold. His voice was deep, a soft timbre that made Tony warm with all the good emotions he hadnât felt in a long while.
Before he can gush more about the very no good, very bad villain who has kidnapped him, said person opens the bedroom door and walks in with a tray filled with an array of different types of breakfast food.
âEat up, my darling,â the sorcerer says, smiling gently as he places the tray on the coffee table his neglected teacup was on. âWe canât have you going hungry, now can we?â
Blushing at the endearment, Tony gets up with the help of the sorcerer before a mini table appears before him.
âI wasnât sure what types of egg you preferred, so I made them all,â he says as if making every single type of egg is a normal thing to do. âDonât worry about food wastage, Iâll deal with it.â
Tony canât help but compare the villain to his teammates. This man is the feared and ruthless Doctor Strange, but all he has done thus far was care for Tony. The villain had ensured he slept well, was fed and comfortable. Tony doesnât think heâs met a nicer villain. His teammates, on the other hand, couldnât care less about his health. The engineer tends to work for days on end without supervision sometimes, unaware of time passing if it wasnât pointed out to him explicitly. His teammates would turn a blind eye to his unhealthy habits, only caring when they wanted something out of him. When that happened, someone would force their way into his lab, demanding he spent âquality timeâ with the rest of the Avengers over dinner in the living room.
âHow long have you been cooped up in this stuffy room?â Steve had once said, giving Tony that look of disappointment that nearly made him flinch. âCome up and have dinner with us, socialise for a while.â
And how could Tony refuse him? How could he refuse Captain America when heâs been told time and time again that he was the downfall of the Avengers even though realistically, he knew he wasnât?
He quickly realised all they wanted from him was upgrades for their weapons and suit when he went to dine with them. Clint wanted sharper arrows and Steve wanted a lighter suit. The rest of the team hadnât even been there, out eating on their own. Tony had wondered if his sole purpose on the team was to be their mechanic.
It didnât help that Tony spent most of his life wondering if he was inadequate, incompetent, or⊠faulty. How could he not, with Howard nitpicking every single flaw he had? He tried his hardest to get Howardâs acknowledgement; from building his first circuit board to being accepted into MIT, Tony had given his everything to please Howard.
Not that it made any difference when his father hit him anyway.
But Stephen is different. A very good kind of different, the type of different Tony knows he needs. The man was careful with every action when it came to Tony, eyes gentle and hands soft. It doesnât seem like they had only met a mere few hours ago. The way Stephen acts around Tony is as if heâs the only one in his life, someone to be cherished and loved.
Tony doesnât know what to make of it. He also doesnât know how the man got his name, but Tony isnât a subtle character in their world, so it makes sense that he knows. Besides, if Tony had his resources to know about the villain, then Stephen would have his.
Within the next few days, both Stephen and Tony got comfortable around each other faster than either of them had expected. They even have a little daily routine of their own; Tony would be forced to wake in the morning, dragged to the kitchen by Stephen to have a proper breakfast before they would sit by each other in the library and do work. Then, the engineer would design new inventions he had in mind while the villain read his antique books quietly.
Even though Tony was kidnapped, heâs not feeling like a prisoner in the Sanctum Sanctorum. He has full reign of what he eats, when he eats, how he eats. He can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. The only thing he doesnât have control over is what time he wakes, but the sorcerer waking him up at the asscrack of dawn is⊠a good thing.
God knows how much his sleep schedule needs work. Maybe being kidnapped by the villain is the first step to get his life back to normal human functionality.
Although Tony wasnât being tortured or anything of the like, it is disappointing when the Avengers still don't save him three weeks into his capture. Is he just a dispensable team member to the Avengers?
No matter. Tony can see how bad the Avengers are and if they can do without him, then he can do without them, as well. He is Tony Stark, a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. He is Iron Man, someone who has taken the Ten Rings down. Tony doesnât need a few people, enhanced or not.
But it still hurt knowing he would never be on their priority list.
On the first day of the fourth week, Tony is awakened by alarms blaring throughout the Sanctum. The first thing he thinks of is, âwhoâs attacking New York this early in the morning?â
Then, when he rushes out into the main hall, where Stephen Strange already is, he finds the Avengers staring right back at them. Tony frowns, not expecting the Avengers to save him, expecting them to be happily living on with their lives without him. But before he can make a smart-ass quip about how the Sanctum is closed for the time being,
âTony, letâs go back home,â Steve Rogers speaks, arms crossed over his chest, going for an intimidating kind of look, but Tony has seen it so many times he doesnât feel the fear he used to anymore.
âHome?â Tony asks, huffing his disbelief at his words. âThe Sanctum has been more of a home in three weeks than the compound ever had.â
âStop being so difficult, Stark. Hurry, letâs destroy Strangeâs base and go,â Clint voices his complaints, hands reaching for his arrows.
The villain steps in, hands glowing a scary green as he chuckles darkly. âI had let you all off the hook when I took Tony with me the other day and yet you still dare come into my personal space and threaten me. Do you all wish to die?â
âYou all seem to care,â the sorcerer spits the word out as if itâs poison, âfor Tony, but you take weeks to come âsaveâ him. From what he has told me, he is much better off here than wherever you reside, no matter how gorgeous it may be.â
Steve frowns, unfolding his arms. âOf course we care about Tony. We wouldnât be here if we didnât.â
Stephen doesnât even bother to answer the captain, choosing instead to pull Tony away from the main hall, insulting the Avengers by indirectly telling them they werenât formidable opponents. Tony is sure he looks confused when they teleport to the library, feeling very much lost. The sorcerer just smiles and cups his face gently, making Tonyâs eyes flutter shut with the unexpected feeling.
âWe shall not waste any more of our time and energy on them,â the villain declares, âthey are not worthy.â
Tony smiles, eyes still closed. âI⊠I like you, Stephen.â
Itâs the first time Tonyâs calling Stephen by his name and he can hear the sharp breath Stephen inhales. He smiles wider, the warm feelings rushing back to him, feeling like a pubescent boy who had a crush.
âI know youâre a villain and I know Iâm not,â Tony starts, opening his eyes slightly to see a starry-eyed villain. âBut the feelings you give me⊠they donât feel badâ you donât make me feel bad.â
Stephen blinks, unsure if he had been complimented or not. Tony lets out a soft giggle that startles them both, speaking again, ânormally, I donât confess three weeks into knowing someone, but IâŠâ
Tony is interrupted by a kiss.
Itâs the first kiss heâs had in a very long while. Stephen holds Tony as if heâs fine china with his trembling hands and Tony can feel the way his lips are quivering as well. The smaller smiles through the kiss and presses closer, taking the bold step to deepen the kiss.
And honestly? Forget butterflies and fireworks. Tonyâs feeling as if wildebeests are stampeding in his tummy and magical fairies are throwing their pixie dust on them like confetti. Their kiss is more than just magical and Tony can already tell heâll be addicted to the sorcererâs kisses.
Plus, they say pixie dust is known for making wishes come true.
Oh, yes, Tony thinks his wish is coming true.
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Aunt May works as a seamstress in a nearby dress shop. Whenever she needed to look after Peter and work sheâd bring him along. Overtime Peter learned all about how to make dresses and suits from the ladies at the shop and May even let him work on a few of his own. It was a great form of bonding for both of them.
One day Peter dropped by Tonyâs to check in, only to find Pepper having a fashion emergency because of a rip in the sequence of her dress. She only had an hour until she had to be at a formal event and she wasnât prepared to change. Sequence is almost impossible to mend and at that point the dress is ruined. Peter managed to find a pair of scissors and some needle and thread. He managed to cut away at the rip without damaging too much of the dress and hand stitch the edges. Of course like any tailor Peter used extra flare to draw attention away from the problem area but marking it into a slit up the hip to show off some of Peppers legs. It would also make it easier to move.
Pepper was extremely greatfull and joked that if she ever needed his emergency mending heâd be the first sheâd call. A week later he got an emergency call from her again but it wasnât for her. Tony managed to actually ruin ten of his suits including one he needed for that night. Peter sighed and when about gathering the fabrics he needed for this job.
Overtime he began taking on jobs from the other Avengers. Clint needed a blanket embroidered for his daughter, Steve needed his old uniform touched up, and a few other small jobs.
It was however Pepperâs birthday when he made something really special for her. It was a dress heâd been working on for months. It was made using a silk like fabric Peter had invented while experimenting with web fluid. It was a tear resistant and machine washable. It was soft, durable and could be dyed any color.
The dress was a beautiful gold and silver and unlike anything seen before.
Pepper loved it so much that she harped on and on about how amazing Peter was. (Not that she didnât before because come on she adored him.)
Tony immediately wanted to give Peter a brand so he could sell more of his wonderful works but Peter turned it down. He would much rather continue making them for his friends. That is until Tony and Pepper got a call from Beyonce asking for her own Spider dress and then all bets were off.
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