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Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

Am I being called out?

Writing Angst

VS Reading Angst

DECEMBER 17, 2018 hey you tumblr! what the fuck. This blog is me. you do not have the right to cancel a person I DONT WANNA GO

anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it

mutuals before tumblr just ups and deletes every blog one day, if you want my insta/snap/phone # message me

idk about u guys but im pretty gay for jennifer jareau

Priest Kink?

this is a christian blog now, the only asks i should receive about peter parker on his knees better be about praying and repenting for his sins

Peter, cosplaying: Peter LARPer

Peter, jumping over the fence after school: Peter Parkour

Reblog this if you want me to make you a mood board based on your blog.

The wall.....the counter......the floor......

Anywhere. I'm ready. Take me now

I’m fucking 17 too and tell me if me and peter at a junior would still be okay with having sex with a 50 year old?? it’s fucking disgusting and I can promise you no 17 year old wants to have sex with a 59 year old

I’d let rdj slam me against a wall

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

Life Changes (Ch 10)

Peter was sitting on his bed reading when there was a knock on the door frame, causing him to startle and look up. Stephen Strange stood there, looking nervous. The look seemed strangely out of place on the man’s face.

“I don’t mean to disturb you but I was wondering if we could get to know one another, as you are dating my best friend.” He sounded unsure and Peter found it endearing.

Peter closed his book and smiles. “Yeah, come on in.” He folds his good leg under his injured one and watches Stephen cross the room. “What’s on your mind?” He asks.

“Well,” Stephen takes a seat and folded his arms. “People are idiots.” He says bluntly, making Peter laugh.

“Care to expand on that?”

“There was this guy in the ER today who did body shots off of a complete stranger and got piece of glass stuck up his nose and didn’t realize until three days later and it had moved up to his eye socket.”

Peter winces. “Oh my god. Gross.”

“Gross indeed.” Stephen laughs and shakes his head. “How do you  not realize you have glass up your nose?”

“Well some people are dumb.”  Peter remarks, shifting and wincing a little. “Sonofabitch.” He hisses.

“Try bending your knee a few times every hour. You’re not moving it enough and it’s getting stiff. If you let it get to stiff, the work you’re doing with Natasha is only going to hurt more.” The older man suggests, standing up. “May I?”

Peter stared at him blankly for a moment, before he realized what was happening. “Uh, yeah. Okay? Sure.”

Stephen slowly wraps his hands around Peter’s leg, on either side of his knee.

“This is going to hurt.” He warns before slowly bending the leg. Peter gasped loudly and reaches to stop him but Stephen shoos his hand away. “Let me help you.”

Peter lays back and closes his eyes, tightening his jaw.

“Talk to me Peter. It may distract you.”

“About what?” Peter’s voice raises an octave when the rods touched a little.

“Sorry sorry.” Stephen releases his leg and lays it flat. “Tony?”

“What about Tony?”

“Anything. I have many stories and can answer questions if you want?”

“Okay but I do have a question for you.”

“Fire away.”

“How come you or Steve haven’t threatened me yet? You are his best friends right? I don’t get a whole ‘you hurt him and I’ll kill you and make it look natural’?”

Stephen laughs at that. “I take it Pepper hasn’t come to visit you yet.” Then his face sobers. “But do keep in mind that I am a brain surgeon, Nat is helping you learn to walk again and Pepper and Steve are trauma surgeons. You do not want to piss off a bunch of doctors.”

Peter gaped at him for a moment then breaks into a grin. “That’s what I was waiting for.”

“Also remember that both Steve and Bucky are ex military so they don’t take kindly to someone hurting one of their own.” Stephen takes his seat again. “But I’m honestly not worried because you make Tony really happy and you’re good for him.”

Peter is quiet for a few minutes after that. “I’m glad because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. He’s amazing.”

“Yes, he really is.”

“So you said you have stories? Care to tell me some?”

“One time, during our internship, Tony swallowed a needle to prove he was a badass.”

“Why in hell?” Though, thinking about it, that does sound like something that Tony would do.

“He likes to show off a bit. He doesn’t need to though. Anyone who has met him can tell that he’s the best at what he does.”

“He really is amazing, I’m surprised that he is dating me when he can do better.”

“It’s because he’s drawn to you. He loves you so much. I’ve known him for years now. When you’re around, his smile is brighter and his eyes sparkle. You have a magical effect on him.”

Peter listens quietly and something dawns on him. He’d talk to Tony about it later.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone in…..ever. I mean, yeah I’ve had crushes and relationships before but this….it feels real. It feels perminate.”

”Maybe it’s fate.”

“Maybe so. I hope so.”

-----.-----

Tony finished his rounds and makes his way to the cafeteria to get a coffee. He had been on his feet for over twenty four hours and honestly he just wanted a break. He gets a straight black coffee, which is nasty but does keep him awake. He sips at the bitter liquid and slowly strolled the now empty halls. He comes to a stop outside Peter’s room and smiles. The younger man was sitting up, slowly bending his leg at the knee.

He waits until Peter stops messing with his leg and then knocks on the doorframe. Peter looks at him and grins.

“Tony. I missed you.”

Tony moves forward, dropping the empty cup in the trash before approaching the bed and pressing a kiss to Peter’s forehead. Peter tilts his head up.

“Give me a real kiss.” He demands. Tony found it so adorable that he couldn’t say no and leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Peter’s lips. Peter makes a soft noise, pulling Tony closer, so the doctor was braced with one knee up on the bed and his hands on Peter’s face. The kiss deepens, a mix of harsh breath, teeth and tongue.

The sudden loud beeping of Peter’s heart monitor scared the hell out of Tony and he jerked back. Peter looks sheepish and the two locked eyes before bursting out with laughter.

“So” Tony says, once he got himself under control. “Is that going to be a norm for us?”

“Hopefully not while I’m hooked up to machines. That’s very unsexy.”

“I think you always look sexy.”

Peter blushes and grins doopily.

“I think you look sexy always too. Even now with messy hair and a five o’clock shadow.” He says fondly, reaching up to rubs his thumb across Tony’s cheekbone. Tony nuzzles the hand and kisses the thumb.

“Anything interesting happen today?”

“I talked to Stephen today. A guy got glass up his nose from body shots.” Peter shudders.

“That’s nasty.”

“Well I think it was a college student. If not, then that’s just sad.”

Tony laughs. “You were a collage student once.”

“I wasn’t dumb enough to do body shots off a stranger.”

“Did you do anything dumb in college?”

Peter blushes and looks away, mumbling a little.

“I didn’t catch that. Care to repeat it louder?”

“Iwasastripperforayearandahalftopayforschool.”

Tony blinks as he deciphers what was just word vomited at him.

“Wait really?”

Peter nods, looking as if he wanted to disappear.

“I think that’s hot as hell. I wish I could have seen it.”

“”Well I was quite popular.”

“Did you have a stripper name?” Tony raises an eyebrow and leans forward on his hands.

“I was….SpiderMan. Because of the way I could climb the entire pole easily and hang upside down. And I could dance with ropes.”

Tony is quiet as he ponders this. “I wonder if anyone has videos….”

“Please don’t go looking. It was cringy!”

“All the more reason to look for it.” Tony teases.

“Tony!” Peter whines.

“Alright, alright fine. I won’t go looking.”  He was interrupted mid sentence with a yawn.

“Come lay with me.” Peter says suddenly.

“You sure?”

“You look dead on your feet and I wanna snuggle.”

Tony looked as if he wanted to argue but thought better and climbs up onto the bed. Once he was settled, Peter was snuggled into his side and closes his eyes with a content smile. As happy as he looked, something nagged in the back of his mind.

Stephen Strange is in love with Tony.  How was Peter supposed to compete with that?

I feel this on a personal level. I usually just pretend it ends just before COE starts. COE ISN'T REAL AND YOU CANT CONVINCE ME THAT IT IS

Rewatching Torchwood and hoping that the second time around, Ianto won’t die.

Life Changes (ch 9)

Finally Peter was able to start PT and he could feel that it was going to be a long day. Getting out of the bed was one thing, standing upright was another. Walking was an entirely different beast all together. Dr. Romanova was pretty patient with him. He asked her multiple times if she thought he could actually walk again. Every time, she calmly told him that he was doing great. The woman honestly had the patience of a saint. Walking wouldn’t come yet, as he was still having trouble staying upright by himself. He was sore and just wanted to sleep. He glances over to the door, distracted. He wanted to see Tony, but also didn’t want to see Tony. He wanted Tony to  be proud of him for something. He feels the back of his head being lightly slapped and he snapped out of his thoughts.

“If you don’t stop staring into space, I’m going to let you fall on your face.”

“You wouldn’t!” Peter pouts a little. She raises an eyebrow and loosens her grip. Peter stumbles and flails his arms. She catches him easily and smirks.

“Believe me now?”

“That was mean.” Peter pouts.

“What’s on your mind, Spiderling?” She asked, sitting him down slowly in a chair.

“Spiderling?”

“That’s not answering the question.”

Peter sighs a little. “I don’t…..I don’t know if Tony and I are the right thing.”

Something flashed in the woman’s eyes but her speech remained calm. “Explain?”

“Tony is amazing, you know that. But am I really good enough for him? I mean, he’s a brain surgeon for god’s sake. One of the best.in the world. And I’m just an ex-dancer. He saves lives for a living.”

Dr. Romanova nods a little. “Tony is a special person. He’s a man with a broken past. I have never seen him smile as much as he does since he met you. He is legitimately happy. He hasn’t lost a case since you two became a thing. You’re like his saving grace or something. His good luck charm. Never doubt your self worth Peter.”

Peter looks down. “Yeah. You’re right. It was dumb.”

Did Tony really believe he was good luck? He didn’t feel like he deserved it but he wasn’t going to argue with Tony. Or Dr. Romanova because she kinda scared him.

“Peter I don’t blame you for questioning yourself, but maybe you should talk to him about all this.”

“No.” Peter shakes his head. “No. I can’t. I don’t want to worry him.”

-----.-----

Tony makes his way across the lobby area to look at the surgical board. It looked like he was clipping an aneurysm in a bit and he had to check on Aaron. He would like to spend some time in the ER today. Maybe he could catch Peter for lunch and he could finally meet Steve. He’d ask Nat. Turning on his heel, Tony makes his way towards Aaron’s room. As he walked, he sings softly to himself. ‘Sweet Caroline’ typically comes to mind when he had moments like this. They were rare before he met Peter, but they did happen.

“Sweeet Carolineeee, bum bum bum, good times never seemed so good-”

“My god, you’re smitten.” A voice behind him interrupted.

Tony stops and turns. Stephen stood there with an amused look on his face.

“I can’t help it!” He grins. “It’s a good feeling, to have someone want you for more than your brain. Pun intended.”

Stephen’s face fell a little but he recovered quickly. Tony still caught it and felt bad.

“Well I’m happy for you. It’s about time you started smiling more.”

“Stephen I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Stephen waves his hand. “On your way to go see Aaron?”

Grateful for the subject change, Tony nods. “He’s doing great from what I’ve heard. Oh hey, what are you doing for lunch?”

“I’m not sure. Why?”

“I was gonna see if Steve and Bucky and Nat and Peter wanted to do lunch. You wanna come? A real lunch not hospital food.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Go see your future FBI agent.”

Tony gives a mock salute and smiles. “See ya at lunch.”

“Maybe.”

“Nah. I’ll see you then.”

Tony laughs as he makes his way into Aaron’s room. Only Hayley was there.

“No Spencer today?”

“He had class. At the university.” Aaron smiles a little. “Going for his first PhD.”

“His first?” Tony raises an eyebrow.

“He’s a genius.” Hayley says proudly. “Graduated highschool at thirteen.”

“Wow, he really is a genius.” Tony whistles. “Well it all looks good. Ready to get out of here?”

“I’d love nothing more.” Aaron answers, sitting up.

“I’ll get you the papers, one moment.” Tony leaves the room to go get the papers and returns a moment later. “Just fill the paper and then take it to the desk and you’re free to go.”

“Thanks Dr. Stark. You’re the best.”

Tony laughs a little. “Yeah that is what I’ve been told.”

“Yeah well it’s true.” Aaron replies, filling out the paperwork.

It was nice to hear that. He felt the smile growing across his face. It was cases like this that reminded him why he does what he does. To help people. To see their smiles and happy tears as they hug each other in relief. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen. Tony bids them goodbye and decided to go find Steve to ask about lunch. He makes his way upstairs to Steve’s office and knocked on the door that was usually open, but was closed now. Tony heard a gasp and then a thump, laughter and then

“One moment!”

A few minutes later the door was opened to reveal Steve with messy hair and a red face. Looking over his shoulder, Tony spots Bucky sitting in Steve’s desk chair looking smug as hell. The drawings on his arm were smudged. Tony smirks a little.

“In the office? You have balls Rogers. Or a kink. Either way,” Tony gives a two fingered salute. Bucky laughs loudly behind them. Steve turns and shoots him what Tony assumes is a dirty look.

“Can I help you with something Tony?” He forces out. Tony barely held back the laughter building up in his throat, earning himself the ‘Steve Rogers Stare of Disappointment’.

“Yeah I was wondering if you and Bucky wanted to join me, Peter and Stephen for lunch. You are the only one who hasn’t met him yet.”

Steve instantly brightens up. “Yeah. That sounds great. Bucky?”

“As long as it’s not hospital food I’m in.” Bucky calls with a wave.

“Awesome. We’re meeting at noon. Make sure you have pants on.” He teases.

Steve shot him daggers at him in the form of his bright blues. Tony just cracks up.

“Okay you two carry o. I’m gonna go find Peter.”

‘You haven’t told him about lunch yet.”

Tony bites his lip.

“....No?”

“You set up a group lunch date and didn’t think to ask your boyfriend yet?”

“I’m going I’m going.” He turns to walk away but looks back. “Stay safe you two.”

The response was a pen flying at Tony’s head.

Tony made his way to the ortho PT area but it was empty. So next he tried Peter’s room. As he got closer, he hears soft singing. It was Peter.

“...One dance, just you and me, beneath the moon, beside the sea. One dance and it’s happily ever after...One dance and you will see, we’re not so different, you and me. Just us two, me and you. One dance…”

The song had a sad feeling to it and Peter’s voice was like a siren, strong and beautiful, but also sad and sorrowful. Tony feels himself being drawn in and moving forward.

“What song is that?”  He hears himself asking.

Peter gasped, startled. He flushes and looks away.

“Sorry, I got a little bored.”

“Don’t apologize. It was beautiful.” He settles on the bed.

“It’s called ‘One Dance’. It was a deleted song from the movie, replaced by ‘Part of Your World’. It is on some soundtracks but wasn’t included in the movie due to not being catchy enough. It’s when Ariel is human and has deep feelings for Eric. It’s a beautiful song, one of my favorites.”

“It sounded beautiful. I love it.”  Tony smiles. “So how was PT?”

“Dr. Romanova almost dropped me but other than that, I’m almost ready to stand on my own.”

“You’ll be walking in no time.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to take up a bunch of room being in a wheelchair for your friend’s wedding.”

Tony laughs softly. “That is true. But i won’t have you walking before you can. I care that you heal fully, no matter how long it takes.”

Peter nods a little. “Yeah I know. I'm just a bit stubborn.”

“Just like me. I can match you stubborn for stubborn.”

Peter laughs. “Is that so?”

“Yes it is. Oh!” Tony clasps his hands together. “We have a lunch date.”

“We do?”

“Well, you, me, Stephen, Bucky and Steve do. Non hospital food.”

“Oh? So I finally get to meet this Steve everyone keeps talking about.”

“Yes you do and he’s excited to meet you too.” Tony laughs a little at the memory of interrupting Steve and Bucky earlier.

“What’s so funny?”

“Earlier I interrupted Steve and Bucky in his office.”

“Interrupted…?” Then realization dawned on the younger man’s soft face. “Oh. Oh .”

“Yep. He threw a pen at my head.” He pulls the pen from the pocket of his coat. “This one.” It was blue and had ‘MARVEL HOSPITAL. Saving lives is what we do’. Peter looks at the pen and laughs.

“It is a nice pen.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Tony smiles.

“Maybe it can be a good luck charm.”

“Nah. I already have one.” Tony grins and kisses Peter’s forehead.

Peter blushes at the compliment. Tony found it endearing.

-----.-----

Steve leaves his jacket in his office and heads down to peds to pick up Bucky for lunch. He pushes through the door and greets the group of interns. He finds Bucky in the NICU, feeding one of the smaller babies. Steve waits until the bottle is empty before going forward. Bucky looks up at him and smiles. After getting caught that morning, Steve redid the drawing on Bucky’s arm. Today’s there was Disney.

“Hey Stevie.”

“Hey Buck. Is he eating now?” Steve asked, peeking over the bed. This little boy had been refusing to eat since he had surgery repairing his stomach.

“Yeah, a whole eight ounces today.” Bucky grins. He holds the empty bottle up proudly.

“That’s wonderful.” Steve kisses him softly. “Come on, we have to meet the others. Tony decided we’re doing Mexican, so we’re meeting the others there.”

“Mexican sounds amazing. I haven’t had a good taco in a while.”

“Well let’s get going then.”

Bucky laces their fingers together and pulls him to the door.

“I’m driving.”

Once they arrived, were seated and orders were placed, Steve looks around at the faces at the table.

“Where’s Stephen?”

“He had an emergency surgery come up. An FBI agent came in with a bullet wound to the neck.” Tony explains.

Steve winces. Getting shot suckes. Getting shot in the neck was probably hell. He finally looks at the new face and smiles.

“So you’re the Peter Parker Tony is so crazy about?”

Peter nods, obviously nervous.

“Yes sir, that’s me.”

Steve couldn't help but smile.

“No sir. Makes me feel a hundred years old. Just Steve. It’s okay, I don’t bite.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky says, tugging at his collar. Purple spots littered his neck.

“Damn Steve! I thought I was possessive.” Tony snorts.

Steve rolls his eyes and turned his attention back to Peter.

“Any way, if you didn’t know, Tony is nuts about you.”

“Yeah. I think I got really lucky.” Peter laughs.

“Nah you just have amazing tastes.” Tony says, leaning over and stealing a bite of the young man’s taco salad.

“Oi!” Peter smacks him away. “Mine!”

“It’s rude to smack the man you love.” Tony says before a panicked look crosses his face. “Shit, sorry. It slipped out and-”

“Yeah.” Peter interrupts him. “My bad.” His face has a smile so bright the room seems dim. He presses a smile kiss to Tony’s cheek and whispers in his ear. Steve has never seen Tony blush that much.

Steve looks over at Bucky, who’s expression was soft. Steve leans on his fiance's shoulder.

“That’s forever right there.”

“It sure as hell is.”

So I take it OP has never been assaulted. Speaking from experience, it's a fucking terrifying thing to go through. And sometimes we can't tell right away. Wether it be out of fear that it could happen again or that we'll get blamed or not believed or the infamous "you probably wanted it" or "you could have fought him off" or "should have watched what you wore".(that's a whole nother rant on its own). And of course, if we did report, people always want every gruesome detail and can't seem to understand that it was a fucking tramatic experience.

So no, it's not always as easy as "report right away and it'll be fine"

at what point are people gonna start grasping the lesson ‘if you’re assaulted, report that shit as soon as possible so there’s still evidence around to put that fucker in jail’?

Here's a sneak peek of an IronStrange thing I'm writing :)

NSFW

-----.-----

“Welcome back. Did you leave some hot water?” Stephen asked, without opening his eyes.

“How do you do that?”

Stephen opens one eye with a smile and then opens the other, popping his fingers.

“I heard the water go off and can smell soap. Plus you’re a heavy walker.”

Tony climbs up onto the bed and kisses him. “Ah. Good to know. Well I left some hot water.”

“Thanks beautiful. I’m going to go shower now.” Stephen gives him a look and slides off the bed. Tony watches him go and is sitting still for a moment before his brain caught up with him. He clamoured out of the bed and towards the bathroom. Stephen was leaned over, adjusting the knobs on the tub. Tony stood there admiring the view. Stephen turns his head, standing up straight. He offers his hand, stepping under the spray of the water. Tony follows with a smile and crowds the younger man against the wall and kissed him deeply. Stephen reacted automatically. His fingers wind their way through Tony’s hair and pulls himself closer. Pulling away from his lips, Tony grins at the noise it drew from Stephen's lips.

“I'm not done yet.” He promises. He kisses him again and runs one hand down Stephen’s long torso, feeling the goosebumps forming under his fingertips. Stephen shudders, gasping softly when Tony’s calloused hand wraps around his cock. He pumps once, twice, three times; before pulling away and reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

“You’re going to have to bend a little so I can wash your hair.” Tony’s voice breaks the silence. “You’re a freaking beanstalk.”

Stephen laughs and bends forward, making the muscles along his back flex beautifully. Tony bites back a moan and begins to work his fingers through the tangle of curls in front of him. Stephen shifts a little and that’s when Tony feels the tongue rolling over the tip of his dick. He falters a little but forces himself to keep washing. Taking a breath he rubs his fingers harder into the roots of Stephen’s hair and Stephen actually moans then. The tongue returns, moving in slow circles this time before lips join it. At this point, Tony had to brace himself against the wall and closed his eye, his head tilted back. He kept working his fingers as he felt the wet warmth of Stephen’s mouth slip lower and lower, barely fighting the urge to thrust his hips up. Stephen’s mouth was just as skilled as his hands were, there was no denying that. He rolled his tongue and scraped his teeth lightly. Tony was sure the water would drown out the sound of his moans but still fought to be quiet, out of habit.

“Fuck…...Stephen…..” He twists his fingers, tugging on the curls in his hands. This only spurred Stephen on more. He bobbed his head quicker and Tony in turn, pulled harder on his hair. “Stephen…”

Stephen finally glances up at him under his lashes, the water making them seem to sparkle. He could see the mischief in those eyes. It was a look that drove Tony crazy. Stephen looks back down, bringing the hand that he wasn’t using for balance up to cup Tony’s balls, kneading gently between his thumb and palm. A few minutes of that and Tony was nearing the edge.

“Stephen-” He warns. “Close!”

That’s when Stephen took him all the way in. Tony felt the tip of his dick brush against the back of the doctor’s throat and then felt the muscles of said throat constrict around him as Stephen swallowed. That did it. Before he could choke out another warning, he was cumming down his husband’s throat. Stephen jerked back in shock and some of Tony’s seman spilled from his lips. He swallows twice before running the back of his hand across his lips and smiling a little.

“Will that hold you over until we can get to safety?”

“Mm...It should for at least a few hours.” Tony teases lightly, coming down from his post orgasmic high. “What happened to no sex before the safehouse?”

Stephen laughs. “That wasn’t sex. That was me sucking you off.” He steps backwards into the water to rinse his hair out.

“Do I get to return the favour?’

“Perhaps. But I do plan on actually showering though, before the water runs cold.”

“Fine. I’ll just get you when you least expect it.” Tony smirks a little when Stephen finally turns and looks at him.

“I expect nothing less.” He responds, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Tony’s mouth before reaching over to turn the water off. He ruffled his hair to get rid of excess water and steps out, reaching for the towel. He dries himself and dresses, Tony following in suit. As Tony laced up his boots, Stephen refills the whiskey bottle with water and returns it to his bag along with the Vicks. He turns back to Tony.

“Ready?”

Tony inhales deeply and nods. “Let’s go.”

They makes their way downstairs to find Peter and Gamora at the front desk. She looks up first.

“Stay and eat with us?”

Stephen seemed to hesitate, looking at Tony.

“Who knows when your next real meal will be.” Peter points out. He was right, of course.

“It won’t hurt.” Tony says with a shrug and moves to follow the couple through the doorway to the dining room. Once seated, Stephen appeared to relax.

“There’s a delivery I have to make today.” Peter announces.

“Okay?” Stephen asked, confusion seeping into his voice.

“What I’m saying is I can take you both to the next town over if you like. It’s not much but it does get you a little closer.”

Tony smiles widely and rests one hand on Stephen’s leg, fingers splayed.

“That would be amazing. Thank you. You’re sure it’s no trouble?”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m going there anyway.”

“Thank you Peter.” Stephen smiles, but his breath hitches softly as Tony begins to walk his fingers up Stephen’s leg. The touches ghost over the fabric of the doctor’s pants and the goosebumps returned to his arms. Tony pulled his hand away and Stephen sighs in relief. Tony wasn’t really going to feel him up at the breakfast table, was he? He starts to eat, making small talk with Gamora and Peter. He had almost forgotten about the event when he felt a warm weight against his crotch. He jolted and glares at Tony. “Stop that.” He hisses. Tony gives him an innocent look but presses his foot harder against his lover’s stirring erection. His face was starting to heat up and he had to look away.

“You alright?” Peter asked, breaking his thoughts.

“Yeah. Yes. I’m fi-ine.” He squirms a little as Tony begins to wiggle his toes. Stephen closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. Tony shifts closer, rubbing his foot up and down, making Stephen fight the urge to grind his hips up. “Tony.” He whimpers softly, his eyes flying open. Tony had a bored expression on his beautiful face, but his eyes gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing. He digs his toes into the fabric of Stephen’s pants, squeezing him. It was a strange sensation that sent tingles up Stephen’s spine. He was roughly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud. It was possible that the threat of being caught turned him on even more. He very slowly rolled his hips up. He catches Tony’s smirk from the corner of his eye and rolls his own. He’d deal with that later, now he was too far gone. Tony pulls his foot away and Stephen starts to protest, not caring if the others heard, but before he could, Tony’s hand returned, slipping past his waistband. The soldier laid his arm across the table and gives an easy smile. Stephen holds back a whine but forces himself to sit still, nodding at the conversation.

“-and that’s why it’s a terrible idea for roses to be around an oak tree.”

Stephen looked over at Tony, lost. Gamora spoke up then.

“Peter, what the hell did you drink to make you talk like an idiot.”

Stephen barks out a laugh that hid his moan when Tony twisted his wrist, pressing his thumb down into the head of his dick, causing his legs to spasm and fall open, hitting a table leg and making the others look at him in concern.

“S-sorry. Sometimes I have spasms. Pain in the ass.”

He lifts his hips as Tony pumps his fist quickly, obviously trying to finish him off before the meal was over. He succeeded and Stephen cums a moment later with a silent cry of Tony’s name.

shout out to all the people still following me even though im a fucking idiot

Life Changes (ch8)

Tony was almosts asleep when his phone started blaring ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran. That was the ringtone he set for Peter. Was he hallucinating? Why would Peter be calling him? Scrambling for his phone, he answers it.

“H-hello?” Amazingly, his voice sounded steadier than he felt.

“Tony?”

“Peter. You’re real.” His voice was as soft as Peter’s was.

“ Of course I’m real.” The tiniest bit of a smile shone through the younger man’s voice. “I know I was an ass to you and I don’t blame you if you hate me but do you think...You could come up here?”

“Peter...I don’t hate you.”

There is silence for a moment.

“Can you come up here?” Peter’s voice wavers a little. “Please? I need to see you.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Thank you.”

Tony pulls on his shoes and looks around for his keys.

Tony?”

“Yes love?” Tony asked, sliding out his door and locking it.

“Can…..can you stay on the line until you get here? You’re voice is comforting. It’s the one thing that I have from before.”

Tony doesn’t have an answer for that. He just wanted to hold Peter and never let him go.

“Yeah, I’ll stay on the line. So talk to me. How are you feeling? Are they treating you okay?”

“I’m starting to get feeling in my leg again, which hurts like hell by the way but painkillers are a blessing. I’ve noticed there are a lot of redheads here. Oh and Dr. Romanova says I can start PT in a few days so I suppose that’s good.”

Tony chuckles a little.

“Have you met T’Challa King yet?”

“Oh yeah! He’s nice.”

“His sister works in plastics. I think you two would get along.”

“Maybe I’ll meet her. I seem to be meeting a lot of people. I met a guy from peds today.”

“Guy from peds?”

“Big guy. Kinda scary looking. Ex cop with a fake arm that’s all doodled up?”

“Ah. Bucky. Don’t let how he looks scare you. He’s a big softie, especially around Steve.”

“Steve? The guy who helped him?”

“Peter, Steve and Bucky are engaged. Theirs is the wedding I invited you to.”

“Oh! That’s sweet. So when do I get to meet Steve then? It’s only fair if I meet both halves of the couple. And they are friends of yours so it's fair right?” Peter babbles a little

“I’ll see if I can set something up. We’ll do lunch or something. How does that sound?”

“Only if you want to. I don’t want to impose.”

“I’m sure they’d love to. Steve has already asked twice. He’s kinda old fashioned in his ways. He wants to take us out and pay forit himself. He’s such a dad but it’s sweet.”

“Well okay….If he insists.”

Tony smiles. “Well I can’t exactly argue with my boss.”

“Yeah that is true.”

Tony pulls into the parking lot and turns his car off.

“Do you want me to bring you something from the cafeteria?” He asked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t eaten all day.

“Um….not fish sticks.”

“I see you talked to Wanda.”

“Yeah. She’s really nice.”

“That she is. How does grilled cheese sound?”

“That sounds amazing. And a hot chocolate?’

“Your wish is my command.”

“You are the best.”

“Yes so I’ve been told.”

“Hurry up here. I really wanna see you.”

“I’ll be there soon. I gotta hang up now so I can order okay?”

“Okay bye. See you soon.”

Tony heads up to Peter’s room, sandwich in hand. On his way, he spots a familiar streak of white hair.

“Stephen!” He calls.

Stephen stops and looks over at him. His face goes through a whole range of emotions that Tony couldn’t quite read. He sets the chart down and makes his way over.

“So I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay over.”

“It’s no problem. I’d rather know you were safe than dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Tony nods a little.

“So what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’m actually here to see Peter.”

“Peter?”

Tony grins widely.

“Yeah. He called and asked me to come up.”

“Oh. That’s wonderful.” Stephen smiles a little, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Okay, what happened last night?” Tony asked, worried. “Did I do something stupid? Did we do something-”

Stephen raised a hand, shutting Tony up.

“No, we didn’t do anything. You wanted attention and I sent you to bed but instead of going to the guest room, you decided to sleep in my bed. So I slept in the guest room.”

Tony’s smile fell. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you out.” “I’m not worried about it. You were drunk so I saw no point in arguing with you.”

“Yeah. I am an unreasonable drunk.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Antony. You’re always unreasonable.” Stephen teases, seeming to relax a little.

“Well I think that depends on who you ask.”

Stephen rolls his eyes and pats Tony’s back. “Go on. He’s waiting for you.”

“I’ll talk to you later?” He asked, turning to go to Peter’s room.

“I’ll be here.”

-----.-----

Peter looks up with a careful smile as Tony enters his room.

“Tony.” He breathes softly, wanting to reach for the older man but holds back.

Tony however, moved to sit beside him and hands over the burger with a smile.

“I missed you Peter.” Tony says, breaking the silence. That made the dam inside Peter break wide open.

“Tony I’m so sorry. I snapped at you and it was wrong. I was an idiot and I shouldn’t have said those things. None of this is your fault. It’s my own fau-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Tony says, leaning over with a tiny smile. “Peter, I don’t blame you for acting the way you did. Hell, if I were in your situation, I’d probably be worse.”

Peter opens his mouth to protest again but Tony leans over and kisses him gently, effectively shutting him up. When Tony pulled away, Peter stared at him.

“Is this going to be a thing now? You kissing me to shut me up?”

“Hm. Yes, I think it is.”

Peter blushed a little. “O-oh. Okay.”

“So have I missed much?”

“No, not really. Though I do have a question.”

“Ask away.” Tony props his feet on the edge of the bed and smiles.

“Nurse King wouldn’t happen to be related to Shuri King, would he?”

Tony sits up straight in surprise. “You know her?”

“She’s dating a friend of mine.” Peter grins. “Michelle Jones.”

“Ah well I don’t know Shuri to well, but I do know she’s a great person.”

“Oh yeah. She’s super sweet. The two of them are great together except when they get pissed off. Then it’s scary.”

Tony laughs softly again and sits up to take Peter’s hand in his own. He intwines their fingers and looks up into Peter’s eyes. He could listen to the younger man talk for hours.

“What about you? What have you been up too since I flew off the handle.”

“Well I worked in the ER and did a surgery or two.”

“Anything interesting?”

“A guy had a branch go through his leg.”

“Anything else?”

“Um….I got drunk and ended up at Stephen’s house?”

Peter giggles a little. “Is there something that happens often?”

“Me gettin drunk or me going to bother Stephen?”

“Both? EIther one?”

“I don’t drink a whole lot anymore. I used to be an alcoholic and I realized that was just like my father and I don’t want to do that. As for me bothering Stephen,” Tony smirks. “I do that as often as I can.”

“So do I get to meet this Stephen?”

“Do you want me to go get him?” Tony asked, moving to get up.

Peter makes grabby hands at Tony, stopping him from getting up. “I don’t want to bother him. I don’t want to be a bother.” He catches his bottom lip between his teeth.

 Tony chuckles a little. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he isn’t doing anything right now. It’s late and most people are sleeping.”

“Are you sure?”

Tony runs his fingers along Peter’s lip, gently pulling it free from his teeth.

“You’ll get blisters.” He says softly. “And yeah. Just give me a minute.”

Pressing a kiss to Peter’s head, Tony stands and leaves the room. Heading back towards the nurse’s station, he looks around for Stephen. Not seeing him, he heads for an on-call room. He hears the sound of soft crying through the cracked door and peeks in, concerned.

“Hello?” He calls.

-----.-----

Stephen watches Tony head towards Peter’s room and smiles softly. It was good that Tony was so happy again. He finishes his rounds and finds an empty on-call room.  He pauses by the young ex-performers room. Tony looked so peaceful talking to him. It was something Stephen hadn’t seen in a while. He enters the room and sits on one of the beds. As he sits in the dark, his thoughts seem to settle around him. His mind goes back to the kiss and Stephen squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling heat rise in his face. If it was any other circumstance, he’d be giddy with joy. Though maybe this could help him get over his feelings. Except it didn't. It just confused him more. He knew Tony would never feel that way about him but the words kept repeating in his head.

“I need you…..”

“You’re my best friend….”

Putting one hand over his eyes, he feels the tears slip out, making hot tracks down his cheeks. Sometimes a man just needs a good cry. Stephen did have a terrible habit of burying his feels deep inside. He hears the door creak and jumped up, realizing he hadn’t shut the door all the way.

“Hello?” A soft voice called.

“Tony?” Stephen’s voice cracked a little and he winces. He hurriedly wipes his face and takes a deep breath. “Did you need something?”

“I’m turning on the lights.” Tony warns before flipping them on. Stephen hisses at the sudden flood of bright lights.

“Stephen.” Tony moved closer, sitting beside him. “What’s wrong?”

Stephen shakes his head and clears his throat. “It’s nothing. I’m just tired is all.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Tony counters,

“Do you need something Tony or did you come to annoy me?”

Tony glares at him. “You aren’t getting out of this. We are going to talk later. But yes, I actually want something.”

“Well I’m waiting.”

“Peter wants to meet you.”

“Me? Why?” Stephen asked, shocked.

“Uh because you are one of my best friends?”

“I….see.”

“Please will you please just come meet him? He’s really important to me.”

Stephen knew full well he could never tell Tony no. He sighs and nods. “Only for a few moments though because I actually would like to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

“Great. Come on.” Tony gets up and leads him out.

 Once they got to the room, Stephen took one look at Peter, who was all bright smiles and greetings, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello. My name is Stephen Strange.”

“You helped fix my leg!”

Stephen nods. “Yes, I did.”

“Thank you a lot.”

“Well I’m just happy to help.” Stephen says, relaxing a bit.

“So….do all the neurosurgeons here have pretty eyes and nice hair?” Peter blurts, his face flushing.

Tony gives Steve a look, a dopey smile on his face.

“Well, not as far as I know but don’t tell me I’m going to have to fight my best friend for your attention.” Tony teases. Stephen pants Tony’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. He isn't my type. No offence Peter.”

“None taken!” Peter stammered a bit. “You aren’t really my type either.”

“So if Peter isn’t your type, who is?” Tony questions with that damn quirked eyebrow of his.

Stephen shrugged, stopping himself from saying what automatically popped into his head.

“Ah well, you’re find someone who I deem good enough for you.” Tony grins.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

Remember the PERSIA method. That helped me quite a bit. Political, Economic, Religion, Social, Intellectual, Arts. They can help to explain and back up your claims

Help me I’m sick and have a APUSH paper due on Monday and bc I’m not a senior like everyone else in the class i don’t know how to write a DBQ help dad

History, huh? @ask-stevierogers Is the guy for ideas, there.

Life Changes (ch7)

Tony looks around, unsure where he was at first. He started to recognize his surroundings. Stephen's room? More specifically Stephen's bed. Then the panic set in. He didn't really remember anything from the previous night. What the hell happened? Did he- Did they-

Tony climbs out of the bed, noting with relief, that he was fully clothed.

"Stephen?" He calls, padding out into the living room and then the kitchen. It was empty. Then he noticed the time. Eleven thirty.

"Shit!" Tony scrambles around before trying to call Stephen and getting voice mail. That's when he noticed the sticky note on the door.

Tony, don't bother coming today. I told Rogers you're sick. No more drinking and don't bother looking as I have gotten rid of all of mine and stopped by your place. Go rest and shower. You smell terrible. I'll know if you don't. And don't bother calling, I'm busy all day. I'll see you later.

The note was written in Stephen's careful, neat handwriting. Though it was written, Tony could hear Stephen speaking in his head, cold and careful. He sighs and pulls on his shoes and jacket. He needed to find out exactly what happened.

-----.------

Peter looks up as a doctor he didn't recognize entered his room. He was big compared to Tony. He had a fake arm too, which Peter found pretty cool. The arm was decorated with swirls and music notes.

"Hi?" Peter asked, sitting up.

"Hello."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bucky. I'm a peds surgeon."

"Peds?"

"I work with kids."

Peter tilts his head. "You do know I'm an adult right? Did Tony tell you I was-"

"No Tony didn't tell me you were a kid. I am aware of your age."

"So-not to be rude at all- why are you here?"

Bucky laughs, sitting down. "You see this here?" He gestures to his prosthetic arm.

'Um..yes?" Peter answers, confused.

Bucky looks at him thoughtfully.

"I was in the same predicament you're in years ago."

Peter blinks, not understanding at first. The he leans back, his eyes narrowed.

"You can still do what you love. I literally cannot."

Bucky stared at him, obviously choosing his next words very carefully.

"Peter, when I was younger, I never wanted to come anywhere near a hospital if I didn't want to. I was a cop right here in New York City. One of the best on the precinct. There was a bomber that took out an entire city block, about thirteen years ago."

Peter nods. "I remember that. I just started seventh grade when that happened." His voice was small, careful.

"I almost had the guy when part of the building collapsed and trapped me and a pregnant woman. She went into labor and I had to deliver her baby myself. At that point I had no training at all. But the little boy seemed healthy. We stayed there until the EMTs came to get us. We managed to get her out but part of the building collapsed. I was knocked back and pinned under a peice of the building. I couldn't feel my arm and I blacked out. Next thing i know, I'm in the hospital with a missing arm. That's the day I met Steve Rogers. He was just an intern at the time but he helped so much. Never put up with any of my bullshit and called me out on it every time. He helped me get back on my feet and made me realize that there was more to life than chasing down bad guys and paperwork."

Peter smiles a little. "Yeah but saving people is what you've always done. You're just doing it differently. I can't even do what I'm good at anymore. There is no way around it."

"Well feeling sorry for yourself won't make it any better." Bucky says, crossing his arms. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know!" The words came out louder than he intended, and he winced a little. The silence settled heavily in the small room.

Bucky stands up. "You'll figure it out. Don't be stupid and give up here. You'll regret it."

-----.-----

Tony stared blankly at the wall of his living room. He needed to find out what happened with Stephen. It wasn't like him to not answer his phone. If he didn't, he always texted. But Tony had called twenty eight times and no response at all. Maybe Pepper knew? Sitting up straight, he called Pepper. She answered on the first ring.

"Tony? How are you feeling?"

"Like hell." He answers honestly.

"What happened?"

"I'm not actually sure-"

"You got drunk again." It wasn't a question.

"Can you do me a favor?" Tony asked. He hated asking for favors but it needed to be done.

"Depends on what that favor is."

"Can you find out what's wrong with Stephen? He won't talk to me. At all."

Pepper sucked in a breath.

"Tony what did you do?"

"That's the thing. I don't know?"

"My god Tony." She sighs. Tony could picture her rubbing her forehead in his mind, the way she always did when he did something stupid. "Yeah I'll see what I can find out."

"Thank you. You're the best."

"Yes, I know."

"Hey if you see him, can you have him check on Aaron for me?"

"He's in there now."

"Alright. Good."

"Peter talked to Bucky today."

"Oh? How did that go?"

"Bucky told Peter the story of how he lost his arm."

All the attendings at the hospital knew the story. It still chilled them when it was brought up. Tony is quiet for a few minutes. He had no idea what to say.

"He is starting PT day after next."

Grateful for the subject change, Tony winces a little.

"Oh that's gonna be fun." He says sarcastically.

"Tasha won't take any crap from him."

"I think it'll do him good to get up and walk about a little."

"Yeah-"

Tony her a conversation in the background he couldn't quite make out then Pepper was back.

"I gotta go. There's been a crash."

"Go kick ass."

-----.-----

Stephen turns into Aaron's room after updating himself by reading the chart. As he enters the room, the tall boy next to the bed visibly tenses. The blonde girl on the other side stands and holds out her hand.

"Come on Spence. Let's go get some food."

Silently, the boy nods and stands. As they past, the girl whispers

"He doesn't like new people."

Once they left the room, Aarn finally spoke.

"Where's Dr. Stark?"

Stephen bites the inside of his cheek.

"He's sick. He'll be back tomorrow."

"Is he okay?"

It was sweet that this kid is concerned. Stephen found himself almost smiling.

"Yeah. It's just a head cold is all."

"Oh. That's good. So what's your name?"

It was then that Stephen realized that he hadn't introduced himself.

"I'm Dr. Strange. I'm filling in for Dr. Stark today."

"Dr. Strange?" Aaron smiles a little. "I bet you get a lot of crap with a name like that."

Stephen laughs. He liked this kid.

"Yeah, to-Dr. Stark likes to tease me about it. I've probably heard every joke there is about it."

"Well at least it's not as weird as Hotchner."

"I think Hotchner is kinda badass. You could be called Hotch and be like an FBI assassin."

"You know, that's not a bad idea."

"So how are you feeling Agent Hotchner?" Stephen asked with a grin and a wink.

"Better. I can feel my arm now."

"That's good. If all keeps up, you should be able to leave tomorrow."

"Really?" Aaron grins.

"Really."

He looks towards the window. "And it looks like your people are back. If you need anything just let me know, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

With a nod, Stephen leaves the room. He puts the chart back on the nurse's station and turns to see Pepper.

"Ah hello."

"Hey are you busy?" She asked.

"No. What's up?"

"I know Tony was at your place last night." She starts.

"Pepper-"

"I need to know what happened." She says gently.

Stephen looks around an takes a breath. He trusted her. She was the only one who knew his secret. That he was in love with Tony.

"Not here." He said, turning and going to the nearest supply closet. Pepper follows him in.

"Stephen?"

Stephen turns to face her.

"He showed up to my place, drunk off his ass. Probably due to this Peter situation. He said he wanted attention but I know how he is when he's drunk. I sent him to a guest room and finished the chapter I was reading before going to bed myself. Instead of going to a guest room, he went to my bed." He pauses and stares at the floor.

"Did something happen? Did you two-"

"He kissed me." Stephen says and Pepper's words trail off.

"He kissed you?"

Stephen nods silently, running a hand through his hair.

"Did you kiss him back?"

Stephen shakes his head. "I couldn't. Not when I wasn't the one he wanted. Did he tell you?"

Pepper sighs and shakes her head. "He doesn't remember."

"Of course not." Stephen lets out a dry laugh. "He's not going to. I'm not- I can't tell him. I can't face that."

"You should tell him eventually Stephen."

"Well it doesn't matter now, does it?"

-----.------

Peter looks up as a nurse came in the room. It wasn't Wanda this time, but a tall black man with nice hair.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"Where is Miss Wanda?"

"She's at home today." He smiles a little. "I am T'challa."

"Oh. Well T'challa, my name is Peter."

"Yes I know. Tony is very worried about you. It's making him crazy in the head."

Peter stared at him in disbelief.

"How about, let him know how are feeling."

Peter is silent, watching T'challa check his vitals and offer him a smile. A knowing smile full of warmth. Taking a deep breath, Peter pulls out his phone and dials.

"Tony?" He says, barely a whisper.

Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch

Bucky wants Steve's attention. He got it.

Steve sat hunched over his paperwork. His brows were furrowed. He didn’t understand it at all but was too stubborn to ask for help. Footsteps behind him caught his attention and he turned his head. He smiles as Bucky leans down and places a kiss on his cheek.

“Take a break Sunshine.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“Yeah well nothing else would have gotten your attention. It’s time for you to pay attention to me.”

“I have work to-”

The sentence was cut off when Bucky whips the chair around so fast the Steve had to grip the arms to keep from falling onto the floor.

“Work can wait. It’s time for you to pay. Attention. To. Me.” Bucky gives him a quick kiss then takes a step back and winks.

“What are you up to this time Barnes?” Steve asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

Bucky just smirks and spins around. “Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you I can't help myself I love you and nobody else~” He sings slowly.

Steve lets out a laugh. It was soft and breathless. He knew Bucky had a voice but was still blown away every time he heard the other man sing.

“You come and you go Leaving just your picture behind And I kissed it a thousand times When you snap your finger or wink your eye I come a-running to you I'm tied to your apron strings And there's nothing that I can do I can't help myself~” Bucky moved forward now, draping himself across the back of the chair. Steve turns his head to look up at him but Bucky moved again. He was on the other side of the chair now, taking Steve’s hand, pulling him-and in turn the wheely chair- across the floor a little.

“No, I can't help myself Sugar pie, honey bunch I'm weaker than a man should be I can't help myself I'm a fool in love, you see Want to tell you I don't love you Tell you that we're through And I've tried But everytime I see your face I get all choked up inside When I call your name Boy, it starts the flame!” Bucky fans himself dramatically.

Steve lets out a gasp of surprise at being moved, his head thumping against Bucky’s solid chest. He looks up, amused and just so in love with the cary assassin turned huge dork. He couldn’t help but wonder what brought this on. He opens his mouth but Bucky puts a finger to his lips, silencing the oncoming question.

“No matter how I try My love I cannot hide 'Cause sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I'm weak for you I can't help myself I love you and nobody else Sugar pie, honey bunch Do anything you ask me to I can't help myself I want you and nobody else Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you I can't help myself I love you and nobody else.”

Bucky ended up in front of him, leaning over so their faces were just inches apart.

“God I love you, you idiot.”

“I know.” Bucky answers, kissing him deeply. Pulling back, he drops a small black box in Steve’s lap before standing up straight. “Well you have work to do. I don’t want to distract you anymore. Come find me when you’re done?”

Steve stared at him in shock as Bucky walks away then to the box in his lap, He opens the box and sees a beautiful silver ring with an inlaid sapphire. The stone was beautiful and small enough to not get caught on anything but big enough to shine brightly. His mouth drops open and he looks back up at the door and then back down.

“James Buchanan Barnes, get your ass back here!” He calls, getting up so fast  the chair falls over. His foot got caught and he falls, hitting the ground hard enough that it left a small indention in the floor. He gets up, kicking the chair away and running after his….well, fiance. They had somethings to talk about.

This is the theme song of my senior year.

@ my choir teacher lmao

all my friends at school, they had never seen the teacher blush, she looked like a fool! nearly pretrified cause she was taken by surprise! when i kissed the teacher!

Life Changes (Ch 6)

Peter’s words cut Tony like a knife. He backs out of the room slowly, making his way out in a daze. He should have known better than to make those promises. It was a stupid thing to do. How was he supposed to make this up? Would he even be able to? Where did he go from here? He leans against the wall and just breathes for a moment. He needed something to keep him busy so he heads down to the ER. He needs something to distract him. Anything really. He looks around then leans over the desk.

“What do we got?”

-----.-----

Peter lay still, still a bit shocked at the news. It is just his luck that he lands his dream roll and it’s ripped away from him. What was he supposed to do with his life now? He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, stopping the tears that slipped out. He wanted to scream but he knew it would be pointless. He had a hunk of metal in his leg and no amount of screaming himself sick would change that. He looks down at his injured leg and carefully touched it. A spike of pain shot up his leg and he winces, biting his lip. His mind wandered to Tony. Tony with his stupid pretty face and kind words. Didn’t he know better than to give a dancer false hope of getting their leg back? What an idiot.

Peter looks up when another person enters the room. It looked like a nurse. She had kind eyes and red hair. Peter couldn’t help but smile.

“Dinner time.” She announces.

“Thank you.” Even though he didn’t feel like eating, he was raised with manners.

“Between you and me, the burgers in the cafeteria aren’t bad but don’t trust the fish sticks.” The nurse says, looking up and winking playfully.

“Noted.” Peter shifts and groans softly. “My name is Peter, but you probably already knew that.”

The nurse with the kind eyes smiles and nods.

“My name is Wanda.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Go for it.”

“Are there a lot of redheads here? I-I’ve seen like seven redheads nurses just walk by while I was laying here, plus there’s you and Dr.Romanova.”

Wanda looks up from the chart and laughs. It was a light pleasant sound.

“There are quite a few. Maybe we should start a club.”

“Yeah, maybe you should.” Peter agrees, picking at his food.

“I’m not going to leave until you eat.” Wanda warns. “I’ll go get Tony if you don’t.”

Peter tenses, looking up at her. No Tony. He couldn’t face Tony right now.

“No.” He says, it sounding a bit harsher than he intended. “I’ll eat.”

Wanda looks at him, seeming to be in deep thought. She nods once, before turning to check his vitals. Peter eats in silence, glancing at her every so often. She seemed to have good intentions. Peter respected that much.

“Thank you.” Peter says, breaking the silence and pushing the empty plate away.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles. “Full?”

“Yeah. It was pretty good.”

“I told you. God knows I’ve eaten in that cafeteria more often than I care for.”

“Yeah but is it worth it?”

She stops writing and meets his gaze. “Yes. More than.”

“If you couldn’t do this….what would you do?”

Wanda is silent for a moment before tucking her hair behind her ear and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“This is about you not being able to dance any more, isn’t it?” She asked softly.

Peter meets her eyes. “It’s rude to answer a question with a question.”

She sighs and nods. “I know. I’m sorry.” She takes a breath. “If I couldn’t do this, I’d find some other way to help the less fortunate. That’s my life mission I guess you could say.”

“That’s sweet.”

“What about you Peter? What are you going to do?”

Peter lays back completely and groans, laying his arm across his eyes. “I don’t have a clue honestly. All I know is performing.”

“No.”

Peter peaks out at her. “Excuse me?”

“I think there’s more to you than just being onstage.”

“I’m afraid you’re wrong Miss Wanda.”

“I don’t think I am.” Wanda smiles a little. “Just give it time.” She stands and pats his shoulder. “Get some rest Peter. You need it.”

-----.-----

Tony drags himself to the attendings lounge and sinks into the couch with a groan. James, “Bucky” Barnes, a pediatric surgeon, looks up from his book.

“Rough day?” He asked, marking his page and closing the book, setting it down on the table. He absentmindedly rubs at the shoulder of his prosthetic arm, which Steve liked to draw on with sharpies and paint markers. The chief has a knack for art. Currently the arm was adorned with flowers and leaves. The children loved it.

“You could say that.” Tony says, rubbing his temples. “And it’s only….” He looks down at his watch. “Nevermind, it’s almost nine-thirty.”

“What happened?”

Tony looks over at him, dropping his arm.

“Peter hates me.”

“Peter?” Bucky asked, obviously confused.

“Peter Parker-”

“Oh! The one Stevie told me about. He seems nice. Sorry, I spent the day in the NICU.” Realizing he cut Tony off, Bucky at least looked sheepish. “Sorry, go on. Why does he hate you?”

Tony takes a breath and sits up straight.

“He got hurt during an audition today and he fell. Shattered his entire leg. Apparently he has super weak leg bones.” He pauses, staring at the floor. “It was his dream roll, super important to him. I told him we could fix his leg and get him up and dancing in no time.” His voice drops off towards the end.

Bucky sighs softly. “He is never going to dance again, is he?”

Tony shakes his head. “Tasha managed to fix his leg, adding rods to keep him from hurting himself again. He’s mad because I gave him hope of getting better. It was stupid but I wasn’t really thinking about it.”

“Tony,” Tony looks up, surprised that Bucky used his first name. “He is going to get better, he just won’t be able to dance again. He still has his voice so maybe he can do something with that.”

Tony nods a little. “Once he’s fully healed, Tasha wants to start his PT so he can work on walking again.”

“Well with her help and your support, he’ll be better in no time.” A new voice joined the conversation. Bucky’s eyes brighten instantly and Tony jumps a little, turning to see Steve leaning against the doorway.

“What do I do about him being pissed at me though?”

“Give him time. He’s hurt and vulnerable right now. Bucky was the same way when he lost his arm in that accident.”

“Maybe I should go visit him.” Bucky suggests. “I’m not on call tomorrow.”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Steve smiles a little.

“Would you? I think it would be good to let him see that his injury isn’t the end of the world.”

“It’s a plan then.”

“Are you going to be okay Tony?” Steve asked gently, coming to sit beside him.

“Yeah.” Tony takes a deep breath and let’s it out slowly. “I have to be, don’t I?”

“Stark, it’s okay to not be okay.” Bucky points out.

“I’ll be fine.” Tony stands. “I’m going to go see if Stephen wants to go get a drink.” He pauses at the doorway. “Congrats you two, by the way. It’s about damn time.” He manages a real smile this time.

Tony wanders the hospital, looking for Stephen, when he finds himself outside of Peter’s room. He stands still, looking in the window. Peter was asleep and the color had returned to his face. Tony debated if he should go in or not. He ended up settling on ‘not’ and slowly walks away. He runs into Wanda.

“Hey Wanda-”

“Dr. Stark, I’m worried about Peter.”

Tony stopped dead and looked at her.

“I’m afraid he’s going to sink into depression. He is set on how he’s nothing without performing. I think it’s going to drive him crazy.”

“What can we do to help him?”

“I don’t know. I think he needs you though.”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t want me.” Tony says bitterly.

Wanda is quiet for a moment. She sighs and turns away.

“In due time Tony. Believe me.”

Tony nods and waves her off, deciding to give up looking for Stephen and just heading to the bar. He wanted to drown his feelings.

-----.-----

Stephen finally settled down with a glass of red wine and his favorite book when the doorbell rang. He sighs and sits the book down. Who the hell would be here at this hour? He finally gets a moment of rest and hear someone was to bother him again. He opens the door and the reek of alcohol hits him before he even sees who it is. It is a very drunk Tony Starik.

“Tony, what the hell are you doing here? How drunk are you?”

“Hey Stranger Things. Can I come in?” The speech was slurred and Stephen had to grasp his arm to keep him from falling face first into the hardwood. Well that answered one question. Stephen hauled Tony into the living room and onto the couch, where he kinda just flopped over.

“Tony, why are you here? Not that I don’t enjoy your company but-”

“You talk to much.”

Stephen glares at him.

“And you’re an ass.” He retorts and picks up his book again.

Tony whines a little. “Stephen Nn”

“What?” Stephen looks over the top of his book at his pouting friend.

“Pay attention to me!”

“Why should I?” Stephen sets the book back down and raises an eyebrow. “You show up here in the middle of the night smelling like a bar and demanding my attention like I owe it to you.” His tone was not accusing but it was annoyed.

Tony sits up and stares at him. “Why are you so sad?”

“It’s nothing.” Stephen did not want to have this conversation while Tony was drunk off his ass because his boyfriend was upset.

“You’re lying~” Tony cooed.

“I’m not having this conversation right now. You need to sleep.”

“So there is something wrong! Tell me!”

“Anthony Edward Stark, shut the hell up and go to sleep. You have work in the morning.”

Tony looks surprised at the use of his full name and smirks, standing up.

“I’ll be in the guest room.”

Stephen waves him off, finishing his drink before putting the glass in the sink and heading to bed himself. He makes his way through the dark, towards his bed. He didn’t notice the dark lump until he landed on it and a voice yelps. Stephen jerks back and turns on the light.

“Tony what the hell are you doing in my bed?!?”

“Waiting for you?”

“...Why?”

Tony props up on his elbows and smirks, leaning up and planting a kiss on Stephen’s lips. Stephen froze for a moment before pushing him away.

“No Tony. Don’t.” He backs away, one hand going to his hair.

“Please?” He sounded vulnerable, scared, broken. “I need you. You’re my best friend.”

Stephen tightens jaw, fighting back feeling bubbling up.

“No Tony. You don’t. You just think you do. You don’t need me. You need him.” He turns, walking out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Tony calls.

Stephen stopped, looking over his shoulder.

“The guest room. You can stay here tonight. Sleep.”

With that, Stephen leaves his room, going to a guest room and falling into a restless sleep.

 The next morning, Tony wakes up to an empty house.

Castiel: God created the world.

Castiel: Everything else is made in China.

This is Steve.

’\(•_•)/`

Please help him take over the world. He will make it better.

And remember Steve’s slogan: The cake is not a lie!

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