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Steve: I'm a very private person, you need to really know me before I actually open up.

Tony: I'M HORNY AND SUICIDAL

Marvel characters when you are on your period

Tony

He loves to insult you in a teasing way. He is obviously incredibly so he can get you all the tampons and heating pads you could ever ask for! When you start to get emotional and need his comfort, he will drop everything he is doing to help you out.

Steve

His understanding for periods is neutral. He understands the basic things a woman needs but he doesn't know about the cravings or other things like that. When he finally figures it all out, he studies you to find the best things to help you through the week.

Peter

He's such a sweetheart! You need sweets? He's got it. Chinese food in the middle of the night? He'll be at your window in 5 minutes. He gives you the best cuddles and makes sure you feel just as loved even when your are in pain. He would do anything to take it away from you but tries to make the next few days as cosy as possible.

Natasha

An absolute Queen. She knows exactly how you feel and will make sure to get you the best pads and chocolate bars. She's used to your ways during this time of the month and will treat you with all her respect, even when your bossy and overly hormonal. She's just the absolute best and makes the week feel like a luxury holiday.

Thor

Don't trust this man to go out an buy you pads. He will, and I repeat WILL come back with something like polystyrene or bubblewrap and ask, "Is this it my love!?" as he holds up a block of foam. Apart from that, he is great at cuddling you and easing the pain in your stomach. Just don't trust him with shopping and your good for the week.

Tony Stark - Seven minutes in heaven one shot

Tony strut into the communal floor holding up a black bag. My eyes leave the book in my hands and go to rest on him. "I have a proposal!" He grins, quickly stepping down and entering more of the little lounge area "And none of you can refuse it" he slyly adds in, grin only growing mischievous and untrustworthy

I kick my feet down from where they were on the arm rest, having been sitting on the chair sideways. I slide my bookmark in and close my book resting it on my lap and propping my chin in my palm as I give Tony my full attention. He waits a bit for everyone to give him their full attention before thrusting the black bag forward, presenting it to everyone. I see Nat quirk a questioning brow

"Get this" he shakes the bag letting it's contents clink "You're all bored-" Sam opens his mouth to protest but Tony immediately holds his index finger up effectively shushing him "soooo let's play" dramatic pause "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" He oh so dramatically announces

"No" I state affirmatively picking up my book again. I see Tony's baffled expression through my peripherals but pay it no mind as I reopen my book and scan to page looking for where I'd left off

Tony's amused scoff resounds around the little living room "You know what, just because of that sass, you're going first" I glare at the word right after the one I'd just left off on

For God's sake, I hadn't even taken by bookmark out yet!

I let out a deep sight through my nose and give a few bemused nods. As I dramatically leave my seat with a scowl and step up to Tony. I grumpily shove my hand in the bag "Stupid childish game" I mutter digging in and pulling out the first thing my hand comes into contact with

My eyes widened at what I'd pulled out of the bag. I drop it back in and make a run for it. Clint is quick to hold his arm out making me collide against it doubling over his arm. He reels me in and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

"Clint! Clint!" I kick my legs and flail my arms. "Put me dowwwwwn Clint!" I pumell my fists against him. I feel him flinch under me with each hit

"I'll drop you!" He warns and I scoff

"Go ahead!" I challenge and hit my fists against him more agresively now. He does and I yelp as I hit the ground but am quick to recover; as I try to swiftly get off my back and on my hands and knees. Clint is just as quick to grab my ankle to prevent me from scurrying off. He groans behind me in pain I'm guessing from his now sore back, yet still holds on to me firmly. I claw at the floor and push myself with my one 'free' leg managing to get nowhere in particular

Thor gets up from his seat at the bar counter behind the lounge area. He approaches and scoops me off the floor and tosses me gently into the closet in one swift motion. Wanda closes and locks the closet door from her spot on the couch with her powers. All before I can get off my ass and run out of the closet unfortunately

I whine loudly pumelling the door begging to be set free. "Oh (Y/n)~" Tony coos from the other side "Stop trying to break the door down so I can come in and join you hun". I let out one final loud whine and fall back sprawling out on what space I have of the closet floor. The plain, empty closet. I begin to wonder how many just empty closets Tony has in the tower for things like this. The daunting feeling of being stuck with no other than Playboy himself returns when the door opens

I glance up, only lifting my head to peek. It's Stark himself peeping through a door only open enough for his head to fit so he could make sure I'm not at the door ready to run. I stare at him briefly and let my head fall back with a gracious thump. Making no effort to leave now that I'd gotten comfortable on the floor. The door creaks as it's opened more. Tony stepping in at my feet and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click and any hope of leaving without actually breaking the door down leaves me

Not that I couldn't brake it down... Not like Tony would let me break it down. I sigh, resigned. I shift a bit and bring my feet in closer to my bum, to allow him more room. Only now realizing how spacious the closet really is. I fit comfortably with my arms fully spread out on either side of me; only my knuckles brushing up against the walls. My legs could probably spread out a deal more until they bumped against the door, leaving my knees only slightly bent in the air

I hear a tad bit of shifting and see Tony's silhouette slump to the floor into a sitting position. He seems to just stare at me from his corner next to the door. I sneak glances at him, his gaze never leaving me. It begins to make me uncomfortable after the first minute so I push myself to sit in the corner across from him. We stare intently at each other for another solid minute before he says anything

"You know I wouldn't actually force you to do anything right?" He asks, somewhat obviously

"I- um well-" I fumble with my words before muttering a small "yes" I know Tony well enough to say he won't mess with anyone who doesn't want to be messed with, unless he's messing with them only for the sake of annoying them. Which in the moment, he doesn't seem to want to annoy me

But I also know Tony well enough to know he's good enough at whispering sweet nothings at anyone and sweep them off their feet. And that's what the feeling of dread was about. It was about being another one of his one-night rushes of lust. Because I liked him too much, I liked him too much to be another on his list of girls who's names and face he wouldn't be able to remember in a week, or the next day at that. He meant too much to me to let myself stoop to that level and be forgotten like the rest. I loved him too damned hard to let him have his way and get into my pants, because that was probably all he wanted. And all he'd ever want with me, and I wasn't ready to face that fact. So I clung to what I could

It all dawned on me the second I looped my ring finger under the jump ring to his R8's key and pulled it out on a whim. A whim of simply pulling out the first thing I felt; fed up with being forced into this childs game in the moment. Had I not sized the situation up so quickly I'd probably been more willing to be locked up with him for the total of seven minutes. Seven minutes with him in solitude and in the dark to do whatever we pleased. But no, I did size everything up the instant I lay my eyes upon that damn Audi R8 key

Tony probably noticed the conflict and mix of emotions in my heavy gaze because he shifted uncomfortably under it. My gaze flickered between him and my lap "Something on your mind?" I looked up to find the vague outline of his eyes. Not knowing how to answer I only nod in response. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I scoff shaking my head "A nickel so you don't give a damn?" I retort. A smirk lacing my lips

Tony chuckles "I'm a billionaire, I'm sure I can afford your thoughts" my smirk only grows at his remark. I shake my head another time getting ready to spill my guts out. I'd most likely regret this later but hey, you only live once right?

"I was just thinking about-" I let my head fall back and rest it against the wall as I look at the ceiling "about why I didn't to play" I chuckle as I rack my brain for a way to explain my thoughts in a way that made sense "why I didn't want to play with you specially"

"Aww, am I really that bad?" He asks playfully

"No" I trail off "quite the opposite infact" I sigh, dragging a hand up my face and through my hair "I'm far too caught up emotionally to play a game like this and let it go too far in the heat of the moment" I feel my heart welling up my throat "only for whatever happened to haunt me later and break my heart because I know it won't mean anything to you and I'll just be another on the list of girls you were able to pull" I reel my legs in and hug them close to my chest like if that could shield me

I hear more shuffling, but I don't look up from a dark spot on the floorboards I'd been focusing on after my readjustment. It was likely a stain, or a bug considering they were floorboards and you could just wipe anything off. There's a light push under my chin that guides me to look at the new found mass of heat just in front. "Darling" I still avoid looking "You most certainly aren't the rest or even remotely like them"

I scoff and swat his hand away "Yeah right, keep up the sweet talk" I frown knowing he's just saying things to make me feel as special as the rest did in the moment "maybe I'll believe it if you say it long enough" I won't let him have his way. I can't let him have his way, for my sake

"Oh I doubt it, I've kept it up for years and it hasn't done me any good" he moves his index finger from under my chin to have his whole hand cup my cheek "Even then, you're far too classy and self respected to let my sweet talk get to you" he chuckles dryly and his eyes show the most sincerity I've ever seen "You are worth so much more than a little flatter here and a cheesy pick up line there. No, you deserve the utmost respect and love and admiration" his thumb caresses my cheekbone softly and I can't help but lean into his touch

God, why do I love him so damn much. It hurts knowing it's all a beautiful lie. Tony would never, he has a far better variety to choose from

My eyes surely betray my conflict because the hurt in his eyes is instantaneous. "You don't need to believe me" he mumbles, it makes my heart just tear apart "I know I'm everything but deserving of you. But if you could just-" his tone is desperate and so are those deep coffee-coloured eyes of his "just give me a chance to prove I can. To prove I'm worthy of you. I swear I won't let you down"

He leans in and rests his forehead on mine. Eyes closed. I stare, so full of overwhelming emotions and conflicts. A tear escapes down my cheek but it doesn't make it all that far before it's wiped away by his thumb. I waste no time and press my lips to his softly. It's a gentle, cautious lip lock. As if to test the waters. Tony was mindful of this passionate but rather guarded kiss and let me take the lead

My internal discord slowly eased away as the tender exchange continued. We pulled apart and I moved so my legs now rested behind either side of him. I was close to straddling him as my arms eased around his torso, my nose nuzzling into his shoulder. We held each other serenely for what little time was left

And true to my word, Clint opened the door no more and a minute or two after. His head poking in "You decent?" he asks, eyes shut. I roll my eyes, he peeks an eye open when there's a lack of response; sighing in relief when he only sees us hugging in the corner together. "Your times up!" He says the obvious

"You don't say" I comment sarcastically, untangling myself from Tony and offering a hand once I'm up. He takes it and I pull him up. We both promptly exit and I make my way to the singular sofa I was sitting in before the game. Expectant eyes turn to me to spill. There wasn't any yelling or lewd noises at that, hardly any noise whatsoever really, which makes the Avengers curious as to what went down within the small confines

I take my time to fix myself comfortably in the chair. Tossing my legs over the armrest and nuzzling into the other. I give them all a wink, chuckling when they groan at the lack of juicy details

Oh what juicy details they're missing out on indeed

You are a lady. And this was very hot. I also loved the how to keep someone from passing out - oh yes puppies :D 

Caved

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Mission sex. Mission sex?

Warnings: SMUT. Dirty Talk. Puppies. Near Death Experiences that lead to boners.

AN: I’ve gotten a lot of Tony requests so, I just figured I’d do it here rather than answer each one. Yes - I used that gif because I’m a Lady.

“Mission sex.”

“Mission sex?”

“We’ve never done it!”

“And we never will!”

Weiterlesen

Hello! I love love love your works!

May I request headcanons for:

Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Loki

In which the reader (fem or gender neutral) gets hurt to protect them (or the reader got hurt taking a blow which was meant for them), and is dying.

I don't know if you've written this before, and you don't need to rush to write this, if you do write this, thank you so much!

P. S. Your works brighten my day, thank you!!

Avengers reaction to fem s/o getting hurt protecting them/taking a blow for them, and dying in their arms.

Warning: this Mentions Death, and it's sad.

~Peter Parker~

Peter cradled s/o's broken body in his arms, his mind reeling in horror and despair. Just moments ago, they had been fighting side-by-side against the villain's henchmen. But in a cruel twist of fate, s/o had jumped in front of Peter to shield him from a powerful energy blast at the last second. Now she lay dying from catastrophic wounds, her breaths coming in short, pained gasps.

"No, no, no… s/o, stay with me, please," Peter begged, tears streaming down his face as he held her close. His voice cracked with anguish. "Why did you do that? I'm Spider-Man, I have powers, I could have…"

"I had to…" S/o whispered weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "I couldn't let you die… I love you, Peter."

"I love you too. More than anything. You can't leave me, not like this!" Peter sobbed. His mind raced desperately, trying to think of some way, any way to save her. But deep down, he knew it was too late. Her injuries were too severe.

S/o's eyes fluttered as she struggled to focus on Peter's grief-stricken face one last time. "I'm sorry… Take care of yourself and stay strong… for me…"

With those final words, s/o went limp in Peter's arms, the light fading from her eyes as her spirit left her body. An anguished, inhuman howl of misery tore from Peter's throat. He hugged s/o's lifeless form to his chest, rocking back and forth as he wept uncontrollably.

His beloved s/o, the person he cherished most in this world, had sacrificed herself to save him. Devastation overwhelmed Peter, along with crushing guilt. He should have been faster, should have protected her. What good were his powers if he couldn't even keep the woman he loved safe?

As he knelt there in the wreckage, shattered by grief and loss, Peter silently vowed that s/o's death would not be in vain. He would keep fighting to protect others, no matter the cost. He owed her that much. Even as his heart lay in pieces, he would honor s/o's memory by being the hero she always believed him to be.

~Tony Stark~

Tony cradles s/o's broken body in his arms, the chaos of the battle still raging around them. Her breaths come in short, pained gasps as blood seeps through her torn tactical suit.

"No no no, stay with me baby, stay with me," Tony pleads desperately, voice cracking with emotion. He brushes her hair back from her ashen face with a shaking hand.

S/o weakly reaches up to grasp his hand. "T-Tony…"

"Shh, don't try to talk. Save your strength. I'm gonna get you out of here, you're going to be okay…" But even as the words leave his mouth, Tony knows they ring hollow. Her injuries are too severe.

Tears stream down his face as the horrible realization sinks in - she sacrificed herself to save him. Jumped in front of that blast meant for him without hesitation. And now the woman he loves is dying in his arms because of it.

"I-I had to… c-couldn't let you die…" s/o whispers, life quickly fading from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that! Not for me. God, not for me…" Tony's body shakes with sobs, cradling her close. "Please… I can't lose you…"

With the last of her strength, s/o reaches up to touch his face. "I love you…"

Then her hand falls limply to the ground as she breathes her last. Tony lets out an anguished cry, burying his face against her neck as grief consumes him. She's gone. And it's his fault.

The profound guilt, devastation and self-loathing would haunt Tony deeply. Blaming himself for not protecting her, for once again failing someone he loved most. Her death saving his life would weigh heavily on his soul, tormenting him endlessly. The sacrifice of his beloved s/o would break something fundamental inside Tony and leave scars that would never fully heal.

~Natasha Romanoff~

Natasha cradles s/o gently, a look of anguish on her face as she sees the severity of s/o's wounds. "Why did you do that?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You shouldn't have…"

S/o manages a weak smile. "I couldn't let you get hurt. Not when I could do something about it." She winces in pain.

Natasha shakes her head, fighting back tears. "You brave, stubborn woman. Always putting others first." Despite the direness of the situation, there's a note of pride and deep affection in Natasha's voice.

She holds s/o closer, stroking her hair soothingly. "Just stay with me, okay? Help is coming. You're going to be alright."

S/o's breathing is growing shallower. "Nat… I need you to know… meeting you, loving you… it's been the best part of my life. You made me so happy…"

A tear slips down Natasha's cheek as she presses her forehead to s/o's. "Don't talk like that. Don't you dare say goodbye," she whispers fiercely. "You're my heart, s/o. I can't do this without you."

"You're the strongest person I know," s/o murmurs. "You'll be okay. I love you so much…" Her eyes flutter closed.

"No, no, no, stay with me!" Natasha pleads desperately. "I love you too. More than anything. I can't lose you!"

She holds s/o tightly as the sound of the medevac approaches, silently praying to anyone who will listen to let her love survive this. In this moment, the Black Widow facade is gone - there is only a woman terrified of losing the most precious thing in her world. All of her walls have crumbled, revealing the deeply vulnerable, human side of her that s/o alone was privileged to know.

It's a poignant, heartwrenching scene, illustrating the depth of love and raw, aching humanity beneath Natasha's guarded exterior. Her s/o means everything to her.

~Steve Rogers~

Steve would be utterly distraught seeing his beloved S/O gravely injured and dying in his arms, especially knowing she sacrificed herself to protect him. As she lay there growing weaker, he would cradle her gently, his blue eyes filled with anguish and glistening with tears he's struggling to hold back.

"Stay with me, please. Don't leave me," he would plead desperately, his normally steady voice breaking. The thought of losing her would be unbearable to him.

Ever the soldier, he would call urgently for medical help, putting pressure on her wound to slow the bleeding, refusing to give up. But he would also take her hand and stroke her face tenderly, wanting her to feel his presence and love in what could be their final moments together.

"You're going to be alright, just hold on," he would say, even as the life fades from her eyes. "I love you so much. I can't do this without you."

As she drew her last breaths, he would hold her close and whisper softly to her. "It's okay. You can rest now. I've got you."

Even if help arrived too late, he would refuse to let her go, rocking her in his arms as sobs overtook his body. The guilt and grief would threaten to consume him. He would forever remember her final act of love and carry it with him always, even as he struggled to imagine a life without her by his side. The woman he loved, his partner and soulmate, gone in an instant… it would shake him to his core and leave him a broken man.

~Loki~

Loki cradles s/o's weakening body in his arms, green eyes wide with shock and anguish as he takes in her grave injury. The chaos of battle fades into the background as his entire focus narrows to the woman he loves, her life force fading by the second.

"No, no, no…" he mutters in disbelief and growing despair. "S/o, why did you do that? Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?" His normally smooth voice cracks with raw emotion.

S/o manages a pained smile up at him, raising a trembling hand to caress his pale cheek. "Because I love you, Loki. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

Loki shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes and spilling down his face. "You foolish, beautiful, brave woman. I never deserved your love, your loyalty." He pulls her closer, burying his face in her hair.

"I'd make the same choice again," s/o whispers. "I regret nothing… except leaving you." Her breathing grows shallower, more labored.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Loki commands desperately, his slender frame shaking with repressed sobs. "Stay with me, love. I can heal you, I can fix this!" His hands glow with seidr as he frantically tries to knit her grievous wounds back together.

But the damage is too extensive. s/o weakly grips his wrist, stilling his movements. "No, my darling. We both know… it's too late for me."

"You can't go," Loki pleads brokenly, his heart shattering. "I need you. I've lost so much already…"

With the last of her waning strength, s/o pulls his head down and presses a tender kiss to his lips. "I'll always be with you, Loki. In your memories, in your heart." Her voice is fading, her skin growing cold. "Promise me…you'll keep living. Keep fighting for good."

"I promise," Loki chokes out. "I love you, s/o. More than anything."

She smiles serenely as the light leaves her eyes. "And I love you…always."

S/o goes limp in his arms, and Loki unleashes an anguished, grief-stricken scream, his magic exploding out of him in uncontrolled waves. The battle turns in his favor as he cuts down enemies in a berserk rage, tears streaming down his face.

When the last foe falls, Loki collapses beside s/o's body, gathering her into his arms once more as he weeps, desolate and heartbroken without her. He knows he'll have to find a way to carry on, to honor her memory and sacrifice. But for now, all he can do is grieve the loss of his soulmate and vow vengeance on those responsible.

Animal Instinct (Tony Stark x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could I request prompts 64 and 90 for Tony Stark? Thank you!

Words: 1836

Characters/Pairings: Tony x reader, Bruce Banner, Wanda, Vision, Animals

Warnings: A little angst, fluff, cursing

(Y/N) lounged in the comfy daybed nestled in the corner of the bright, spacious room. A book was resting on her knees and flowers danced in her hair. The room was designed to fit her personality – and powers. 

“Mr. Dougal, I already told you, I just fed you.” Her voice rang through the air like wind chimes.

“But Celia ate half!” A tiny voice buzzed from a glass tank on a stand next to the bed. 

“And I feed you both enough to split it,” She told the ornery Leopard gecko. A small humph sounded, along with the scuttle of claws on the basking rock. (Y/N) chuckled before returning to her book.

Animals and plants. That was her power. Talking to animals had come as naturally to her as it had with talking to people. Her parents had pulled her out of school at a young age, for the fear that their child would be ostracized. 

Not long after, she was sprouting flowers from nowhere. Flowers grew in any space they could. From the walls of her bedroom to the banister of the stairs. That was when her parents realized their daughter wasn’t just imaginative. She was a freak. 

   The first chance they had, they shipped her off to some facility for the mentally disturbed. It was there, seventeen years later, at the age of 26, did Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers find her.

   The two heroes showed up when they caught word that the headmaster of the facility was using some of the residents with gifts like hers to rob high profile banks. They saved her. Gave her a home. Gave her a reason to live.

She smiled to herself as she recalled that day when the metal door to her dark cell opened to reveal her salvation.

“Smiles like that might make someone think you're trying to seduce them.” An arrogant voice called from the doorway. She smirked. It took a long time for her to even be able to smile, let alone smirk.

“Only you, Mr. Stark. You’re the only one I’d try to seduce.” Flirting had only just become a part of her social arsenal. “Now, what is it you want? You never come to my room unless you want something.” She set down her book and leveled him with a steady smile.

“You know me too well…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Listen, it’s for science.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always for science, with you.” Nevertheless, she stood from her bed, the cat lounging next to her giving her a disgruntled glare.

“I was comfy.”

“Too bad, your Majesty.” The woman waved the Russian Blue off. Turning her attention to Tony she said, “Lead the way, Mr. Stark.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tony? Mr. Stark makes me feel… I don’t know. Old.”

She chuckled and linked her arm with his as they walked down the hall to the elevator. “Just a few more, Mr. Old Man Stark.” He grunted at her.

Bruce was already waiting for them when they arrived at the lab. He gave (Y/N) a kind smile and thanked her for coming.

“So, what do we have in store for today?” She tilted her head. Bruce observed the slight color change on Tony’s cheeks as the bachelor watched his female companion, their arms still linked and he breast lightly brushing his arm. Bruce hid his smirk by taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Just some normal stuff, hooking you up to some machines and monitoring the energy waves around you when you use your powers.” Tony stiffly removed his arm from her hold. A small frown took over her face at the awkward action.

“Okay, need me to undress?” She asked Bruce. Next to her, Tony was as still as a board. His heart racing in his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense it with whatever power she had. She could.

“Yes, please. There are some gowns in the other room you can change into.” Bruce waved her to the door to their right. Giving him a nod, she made her way to the room, wondering what was wrong with Tony. 

Once she was gone, Bruce whipped around to smirk at Tony. The man raised a brow at his friend’s strange look.

“What? What?” Tony crossed his arms, shifting from foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Bruce.

“You know what, Tony! You like her!” Bruce laughed.

“I do not!” Tony scoffed, “She’s like a sister to me!”

“Last I checked, brothers don’t usually drool at the idea of their sisters undressing.” Bruce sassed back.

Tony sputtered, searching for a comeback but failing. What could he say? That the girl he saved just a year ago ended up being the reason he got up in the morning? Just so he could see that sunshine smile and glittering eyes that lit up his world.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it. She likes you, too.” Bruce reassured him, noticing the increasing panic in the genius’ eyes. Tony’s head snapped up.

“S-she does? Well- well should I- should I ask her out?” Never before had Tony Stark felt so nervous but excited at the same time. Normally, he’d be suave and seductive, but all of that was replaced with butterflies when he thought of the gifted woman.

“To be honest I could care less,” Bruce shrugged. “I just want these stolen glances and longing sighs to stop.”

“What do think this is? Some sappy, low-budget romcom? Or a fanfiction written by some lonely 19-year-old girl?” Tony tightened his stance, biting his lip.

“Okay, that was oddly specific, but no. Just tell her how you feel and get it over with.”

Tony was going to reply when the door to the other room opened. (Y/N) stepped out dressed in the stiff, boxy hospital gown, not showing an ounce of the curves Tony loved so much. She gave them a smile and hopped onto the examination table.

Bruce gave Tony a look and moved to the machine. “Alright, (Y/N), Tony’s going to hook you up and we can begin.” Tony’s head whipped to Bruce, who simply smiled. 

Tensely, Tony took the stick nodes and began sticking them to her temples and chest, careful not to touch her skin.

She noticed his aversion to touch her. When she linked arms with him, and now when he was fixing her up to the machine.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” She asked, tilting her head to look up at his shadowed face. He grunted in reply, not an affirmation but not a denial. Her brows furrowed.

After setting her up and a few tests, (Y/N) was dressed again and storming to her room, slamming the door. It could be heard around the entire compound.

“Jeez, who was that?” Wanda asked as she enters the kitchen with Vision, Tony, and Bruce already there. Bruce just glared at Tony who only looked down at his bowl of cereal.

“Ugh! Who does he think he is? Every time I try to get closer to him, past flirting, he just shoots me down! Like, if you don’t like me, then just tell me! Rather than just letting me hope needlessly that we would ever be anything!” (Y/N) was pacing her room, animals watching her move from their tanks and perches.

“Maybe he’s scared of you?” Harper the crested gecko spoke.

“Or he’s just shy.” Nesta the Hedgehog piped in.

“Hah, Tony? Scared, shy? Not likely!” (Y/N) chucked a stuffed flower at the wall, a gift from the matter of debate. She paused, staring at that smiling cartoon face adorning the flower. 

“You like him, don’t you?” Mr. Dougal asked.

“I do… I like him a lot…” She hung her head. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I’m scared of the outcome should I ever admit my feeling to him.”

The animals were silent as she slumped onto a beanbag chair, her head hanging back.

Hours passed with her staring at her ceiling, thinking about that damn billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Her animals had long abandoned her for their warm cubbies and hiding holes. The flowers growing has also closed up for the night.

A knock at the closed door had her finally looking away from the white ceiling, her eyes burning a bit. She hefted herself up and dragged her feet to the door, not really in the mood for company.

“Yes?” She asked tiredly.

“Hey…”

She stopped at the sound of his voice. She took a step back. 

“What do you want? Here to show me how much you actually don’t like being around me?” She sounded so pathetic to her own ears. But she couldn’t hide the disappointment anymore.

“Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you- why would you think that?” He was shocked. Was that what she really thought of him? That he doesn’t like her?

“Well, you’re always stiff and awkward and you never want to… touch me…” She sniffed rubbing a hand over her nose, hiding her face with her hair. “I thought we were- I thought you wanted something more, from all the flirting… But I guess I was wrong…”

“(Y/N) …” Tony reached for her but hesitated. Would she even want to be touched by him? Maybe not… But… Tossing caution to the wind, Tony pulled her into a tight embrace. 

“I know- I know I’m not the most pleasant guy to be around. But you’re always so… caring. You care more about me than I do for myself. And I – I love that about you. I don’t hate you… in fact… “He took a deep breath, “I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in her hair, refusing to see her expression.

“T-Tony…” Tears leaked from her eyes, dropping like liquid diamonds into his chest. His arc reactor seeming to glow brighter. Her arms constricted tighter around his torso, her lips pressing into his neck.

Her hair, running his fingers down her spine. Goosebumps rose in their wake. She shook her head, pressing herself closer to his body.

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Just knowing the man I love, loves me back… it’s enough.” A small smile grew on her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, drawing her to look up at him. His eyes were like fire and the intensity burned her to the core.

His eyes dropped down to her lips, his gaze causing her to lick her lips. Biting her lip, she rose closer to his face. It was all he needed to crush his lips against hers in a searing kiss that imprinted both of their souls.

Down the hall whispers and cheers could be heard. 

“About time!” Sam’s voice called. Breaking apart, Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head up, talking into the room.

“JARVIS, set off the sprinklers in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Screams filled the hall.

Electricity

Request from @xdarksnowrosex - Hey!! Could you do avengers x reader imagine were reader is Tonys' kid and saves the avengers from really dangerous mission, that almost cost readers life? 😊

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The mission was supposed to be easy for the famous superhero team, but things never go quite to plan and this one didn't go to plan at all. Now 5/6 of them were out of action, some trapped under debris and some lying against a wall, trying to support themselves. The only one left was Iron Man, but soon joined his friends after being hit by some strange light beam, sending him crashing down.

You were waiting in the Quinjet after your dad forbade you from coming in with them, giving the whole “it's too dangerous for you” speech. As you say swinging your legs over the pilot’s seat and throwing a blue ball in the air you heard a crash and immediately sat up. After a moment, you heard another crash and a yell, making you jump out of the seat and grab your electric nunchucks and your protective gloves your dad made for you and ran out.

You hesitated just before running in to the building, your dad’s warning ringing in your head. But you were Y/N Stark, you were brought up with danger and your dad’s attention to warnings, meaning there was very little.

You pushed through the doors, quickly running towards where you knew the team would be and you were greeted by an unwanted sight. Everyone was on the floor, except your dad who was flying around but was soon hit out of the air.

“Dad!” You cried, quickly covering your mouth and taking a few steps back to try to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, it didn't work and you soon found everyone staring at you, including whatever the hell it was everyone was fighting.

“Y/N! Get away from here!” Your dad yelled out to you, but your attention was focused on the enemy that was now making it’s way towards you. You quickly pulled out your nunchucks from your belt and slipped in the gloves, getting ready to fight.

Most of the fight was a blur, you swinging your nunchucks at the enemy, landing a few hits but mostly trying to dodge attacks, bruises and cuts forming all over your body. You were starting to tire slightly when you saw the others slowly getting up. You kept fighting, trying to hold him off for long enough to let them regroup, twirling your nunchucks and repeatedly hitting the enemy.

The enemy caught your nunchucks, puling you into the air and leaving you hanging on. You looked up at him and smirked, causing a surprised look to appear across his face. You pressed the button on the end of your nunchucks, sending an electric pulse through them into him. The nunchucks started to crackle with electricity, sparks flying off it occasionally.

You hesitated for a moment before holding down the button, storing electricity to release in one go, knowing full well that you would be on the receiving end as well as him.

‘This is gonna hurt’, you thought before pushing the button down again. The electricity stored in the nunchucks was all released at once, causing the enemy to drop you and you to scream out in pain from the drop and the electricity.

Your head hit the floor and black spots started dancing before your eyes. You saw your dad reaching out towards you, a look of horror on his face. You smiled gently at him before leaning back and letting the darkness consume you.

*3rd person*

Seeing Y/N passed out on the floor set a spark off inside all of the team, especially her father. He turned from her sleeping figure to the enemy and charged at him in pure rage. The rest of the team followed, all of them now more determined than ever, not caring about their own injuries.

Finally they defeated the enemy and rushed to your side. Tony pulled Y/N into his lap, running his trembling fingers through her hair as Steve called Maria Hill on his comms and telling her to hurry.

When they got you back to Stark tower you were rushed to the medical ward, your dad struggling against the people holding him back. You were in bed for two days before you woke up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. You saw your dad sitting in the chair beside your bed, his hair pointing everywhere and his mouth slightly ajar with small noises coming out every time he breathed out.

You leant forwards gently, ignoring the slight pain in your ribs that flared up as you put pressure on them and tapped your dad on the nose, muttering a quiet “boop”, causing his nose to twitch and his eyes to slowly open as he sat up in confusion.

“What- what's going on? Who died?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You laughed, his hand shooting away from his face at the sound. His eyes widened as he rushed forwards and pulled you into a giant hug, knocking the wind out of you.

“Hello to you too, dad.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. You sighed and nuzzled your head into his shoulder, both of you unaware of the rest of the team watching from by the door, smiles on their faces at the sight of father and daughter being reunited.

DCWI - Dating Thor and being Tony’s sister

Requested by Anon: Dating Thor but being Tony's sister?xoxoxox

Him declaring you were beautiful as soon as he sees you

Not realising you’re Tony’s sister

“The Man of Iron is your brethren?”

Teaching him how be more ‘Midgardian’

Him having you on speed dial

Tony finding out from the rest of the team

Him confronting Thor about it

“I love her more than anyone else does”

“Fight me, Goldilocks”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing”

Forcing Thor and Tony to have a bonding evening

Tony needing reassurance that he’s still your favourite male

Braiding Thor’s hair

Him pulling you out of conversations to kiss you

Being completely enveloped when he hugs you

Spinning you around in a hug when he gets back from Asgard

Being able to lift Mjolnir

Him running around the tower shouting “SHE IS WORTHY”

Tony being SO SALTY when he finds out

Being his reason for staying on Earth

So many cuddles

Like seriously

At every opportunity

Cuddles 24/7