# I C O N I C
Tag: Iron Man
Don’t get caught || Bucky Barnes drabble.
Words: 1680
Warnings:
Slight smut
SUMMARY: A nice training with Bucky
Author: Cass and Beast.
It was one
of these days, when Bucky was full of rage. He recently has came back from very
tough mission in Eastern Europe. He has been sent to Nizhny Novgorod and he had
to invigilate the training of young Shield’s recruits.
Now,
brunette was at the gym, where he was doing his cardio training, trying to get
rid of bad emotions.
You went at
the gym out of pure boredom, your day was really boring, so you decided to go
there and do something.
Shirt and
shorts were all that you were wearing at the moment, you felt comfortable in
that outfit.
You entered
the gym and looked around, then you looked at Bucky and smiled at him. “Hey
there, Barnes!”
Bucky’s
eyes wandered slowly over you. “Hi” he only mumbled under his breath.
He didn’t pay too much attention to your
presence in the room, he just kept going with his exercises
You frowned
softly and walked to him. “Hey, why are you so angry today, huh?”
your eyes wandered slowly from top of his head to his toes. You licked your
lips a bit and smiled at him.
Bucky was
lifting weights, putting his whole attention to the exercise. He was slowly
tautening his muscles to slacken them after few moments. “Why so curious,
Y/N?”
“I’m
always worried about my friends and my team mates.” You looked at him
worried.
Bucky chuckled darkly.
“And tell me, Y/N, since when me and you are friends?” he gave you a
look, the specific one, which was reserved only for special occasions, when
Bucky was really not in a mood to conversations.
You rolled
your eyes theatrically and you sighed heavily, you always were trying to be
nice to this guy.
“Hmmm. Let me think.. Maybe since Cap forced Tony to take you to the team and
since Cap even brought you here? Maybe since that day.” You muttered annoyed.
Bucky
stopped for a while, putting barbells onto its place.
“Heh, yeah.” he looked at you briefly, then he grabbed his towel and
went at the other side of the gym. “Did anyone tell you, that you’re
annoying, Y/N? Can’t you see I am trying to do my daily workout? And can’t you
see I need to stay focused?” man sighed deeply. “What’s your
business?”
“Nope!
Cap says I’m sweet and Stark likes fact that I care.” You said, watching
him from behind. “Everyone likes me… well, maybe 99% of the team.”
You shrugged.
“So I
am that 1 missing percent” Bucky chucked. “Well.. Yea. Listen to the
man, who has been stucked in the ice for last 70 years and the man, who only
knows, how to love himself and how to be a narcissus” Bucky looked at you
above his metal arm.
“Heh,
still better than listen to the man that spent like… last 70 years as a
psycho killer controled by Hydra.” You smiled at him. “Why you are so
behind everyone, Bucky… it’s so sad…” you said quietly with sadness.
Man shrugged slightly. “I used to be
alone. And I still appreciate it. As you could saw for last months, I am
definitely not a social type of person. I like to be on my own, without bunch
of ‘fake’ friends around” his blue eyes, after little travel along your
figure, have stopped on your eyes. “Now. Let me finish my training.”
You walked
closer to him.
“Come on Bucky, how do you know,
that they are ‘fake’, if you even didn’t give them a chance.” You stood
next to him. “Look, when Cap brought me here from S.H.I.E.L.D., I was
scared of everyone. Everyone looked so serious and scary, but I gave them a
chance and look, I don’t have any fake friends. There are people, that really
wanna be friends with you.”
Bucky
rolled his eyes.
“I think I’ve made myself clear enough. I don’t need others.” Man
continued his training.
You grabbed
Bucky’s metal hand tight. “No, it’s not ‘clear enough’ for me. I can see
you aren’t like this, Bucky. I know you are different… Just tell me what’s
wrong. Because I’m worried, and I am not the only person who’s worried about
you.” You said, frowning.
“Nothing.
I had a tough mission. And I want to relax a bit. And it’s my way to do so,
Y/N” he snapped angrily. “Listen, doll, it’s a gym. Can you take your
sweet little butt and take a step or two away from me, huh? Maybe train a bit
too, it’s gonna help you to think clearly.”
“So
come on, let’s train. Come at me, bro!” You said. smiling at him.
“Come on, show me, how much of relax do you need, unless you are scared of
me.” Your smile changed from nice one into shabby within second.
One of
Bucky’s brews slowly rose, when a grimace crawled onto his rough lips.
“Are ya kidding me, doll? You don’t have any chances.”
Bucky wiped
his hands into towel, then he tossed it on the bench and slowly went into your
direction.
You got
ready on him, you were scared because this guy was three times bigger than you.
‘I hope he will be gently,’ you thought to yourself and bite inside of your
cheek, looking at him.
Bucky was
looking straight into your eyes, without any signes of hesitation.
With one
huge step he approached you and grabbed you by your left forearm, at the same
time undercutting your legs. Both of you lost the balance immediately and you
both fell onto the ground.
“Oh,
shit!!” You growled and let out a loud whimper, when you hit the floor
with your back.
You tried
your best to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no chances for it,
Bucky was just too strong for you.
“Damn you, Barnes.” You growled deeply, wiggling like a crazy.
Laying on
top of you, Bucky was smiling proudly as he was looking down on your face.
“Doll, I’ve been telling ya, that you ain’t gonna beat me.” His
bangs, wet from sweat, fell on his eyes.
You turned your head to him.
“Maybe…” you quickly grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to
yours, than you kissed his lips hardly.
A mean smile appeared on your face.
“But I can do different stuff..” you whispered with a quiet purr.
Bucky at first was trying to pull away from you, but within
a second he got all comfy and gave a kiss back. It was a messy kiss, full of
rush and insecurity.
“You kissed me back..” you said quietly and moved
your hand through his hair.
“But… Why so shy, Bucky?”
Bucky swallowed hardly, licking his lips.
“It’s a bit inappropriate..” brunette mumbled quietly against your
soft lips, brushing them with his rough one.
His metal hand has been placed on your hip. “I think I will rethink our
relationship, Y/N.”
Quiet giggle left your lips, then you slowly turned around
in his arms.
Your lips started slowly kiss his neck.
“Oh really… So… I’m not annoying anymore?”
Bucky didn’t respond, kissing your clavicle and slipping his
impatient hands under your shirt.
“Come here.” You whispered and pulled him into
deep kiss, while you started to rub yourself against his crotch.
Bucky let out a moan, pushing his tongue into your mouth and
humming deeply. His cold metal fingers were running along the curve of your
waist.
You whimpered loudly into the kiss and clenched your arms
tighter around his neck.
Bucky placed himself completely between your legs, slowly
pulling your shirt up to reveal your breasts.
But suddenly..
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OVER HERE!?” a loud
yell could be heard next to the door.
You blinked and looked up, your vision was upside down, but
you could see Tony, who was angry as hell and Steve, whose face was covered in
a blush.
“Bucky….. Y/N… What you two are doing here…”
Steve asked, obviously shocked by an unexpected view.
“Exactly! What the fuck!” Tony crossed his arms
over his chest, cocking his brow. “We left you for 5 minutes, and you just
fooling around with Mr Barnes?! Y/N, I don’t recognize you!”
You could feel, how your face is getting hotter. “I…
I… I just….” You bite your lips and hugged to Bucky tightly, hiding
your face into his chest.
“Tony, calm down.” Steve said softy.
Than he looked at Bucky.
“You…. get off of her and help her get up.” Steve muttered.
Bucky, with a huge blush on his cheeks followed Steve’s
order without complaining. He offered you his metal hand and helped you to get
up.
“C’mon guys, it’s just a wrestling” Bucky used the
only explanation, which came to his mind.
Tony laughed shortly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus,
give me some patience, please” Stark put his hands up in a gesture of
helplessness.
You quickly got up and pulled your shirt down, looking at
man with a stupid smile on you lips. “I don’t think this explanation will
work.”
“Of course it won’t.” Blond man growled softly.
“You should be happy, that they haven’t done anything else.” Steve
looked at Tony.
Stark shrugged, turning around. “I see you in my
office, Barnes. 5 minutes!” he ordered harshly before he left the gym.
Bucky improved his sweatpants and went to Steve.
“Sorry, pal.”
“Just go there before he will kick you out of the
tower.” Steve sighed heavily, patting his friend’s shoulder.
You improved your shorts a bit and went to Steve. “Cap,
I’m so sorry… So so so so sorry.” You whimpered. “But I couldn’t
stop myself from… him.” You sighed sadly and looked down.
Steve smiled at you when Bucky was gone. “Good work,
Y/N. Don’t let him be alone.” he whispered.
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Smartphone || drabble
Words: 1059
Warnings: none at all
SUMMARY:
Bucky and Steve and their first time with smartphone
Request by: Anonymous
Author: Cass and Beast.
It was a day like many else before. Bucky,
sitting on the couch at the Avengers’ Tower, was playing with a little object
in his hands.
Steve walked to him and looked at lil
object. “Is it Stark’s phone, Bucky? I think he told you to not touch his
stuff.” Steve muttered and sat next to his friend.
“Yeaaah, I’ve heard all this before,
pal” Bucky shrugged slightly, moving one of his metal fingers over the
screen. “I like to make him mad. Besides. It’s only a piece of metal and
glass.”
“A piece of metal and glass that is
really important for him, just like for everyone in these days.” Steve
only shrugged. “I have no idea what interesting is in those smartphone or
whatever… In our times we didn’t have stuff like this.” He muttered.
“Heh” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“That dude can’t spend even 5 minutes without this device. I’m curious
what he would do if I would hide it somewhere…” Bucky giggled under his
breath. “Our century was much different, Steve. Maybe harder, but
better.”
“One day he will kick you out of here.
You are cruel for him. Father’s day and Stark gets a cup from you.. With words
"I love my dad” and you HAD to add “Sorry Tony” using
permanent marker.“ Steve rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.
"What are you doing there?” He said and slowly looked at phone.
“Oh, c’mon Stevie!” Bucky poked
Steve’s leg. “I just wanna see his reaction” brunette got up and
looked around. “Maybe here…” he approached the bookshelf and when
he tried to put phone behind books, he accidentally unlocked the screen.
“Fuck!”
“Hey, hey!” with flash hand he
carefully moved his finger along the screen. “The fuck is that, Steve?
I’ve never seen something like that before..”
“It’s just a phone Bucky. I saw how
Tony uses it, he just moves his fingers and touches it and the phone do
whatever he wants.”
“Lemma try this” Bucky, without a
blink, started to click each of the icons on the screen. “Oh.. How many
numbers… Mom.. Mostly to women. Precious informations” Bucky chuckled
darkly.
Steve gently smacked Bucky in the back of
his head. “Remember that those numbers can be also important for
him.” He said. “Maybe try to touch the other… lil picture on this
phone.” Steve said, he couldn’t help said he became a bit curious.
Bucky looked at his pal. “Really,
man?” he rolled his eyes annoyed. But he followed Steve’s advice and he
touched another icon. “Shit, man, I’ve just started recording…
Wait!” Bucky raised his hand with the phone in it. “Hi, Tony! Don’t
worry, your phone is a good hands!” Bucky waved to the camera.
“Just don’t kick him out Tony, please.
Turn it off back. Now” Steve muttered. “Gimme that.” Steve took
the phone and returned to the couch. “What else can be here..?” Man
said and looked at his friend.
Bucky eagerly followed his friend and
jumped on the couch. “Hey, I wanna see too!”
“Stark is gonna kill us pal.”
Steve smiled softly and opened phone’s gallery. “Oh… look at that,
photos… and there is our video… shell we look at all photos?”
“Are ya kidding me, Steve?!”
Bucky blinked. “Sure! We have to!” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around
Steve’s shoulders to see phone better.
Steve laughed shortly. “Sooo…”
He started look trough photos. “So… there is Pepper… Rhodey in
hospital… This new kid, Parker, and of course… photos with many different
women… Now you Buck.” Steve said and gave phone back to his friend.
“Pepper would be soooo mad” Bucky
pretended to be sad. “Well.. Wait.. I recognize that funny thing looking
like a bird.” Bucky clicked the icon and entered Stark’s twitter.
“You aren’t good in pretending.”
Steve shook his head and moved closer to Bucky. “What is it, pal?”
“Once I saw how Stark was.. How he
said.. Was updating his status on.. Twitter thing… Or something like
that..”
Steve only shook his head. “I think
I’m too old for this, Buck.”
“Me too… But..” Bucky managed
to use the keyboard.
STEVE & BUCKY WERE THERE. XOXO
After writing he presses on the “post
it” button. “Done.”
Steve laughed. “Soo! What now? Maybe
he has some music here? I’m wonder what is he listening to.”
Bucky tried to click another icon, but
somehow he clasped the device in his metal hand and he crushed it. “Fuck
me.”
Steve blinked. “Yea! I told you.”
He frowned. “What now?”
“PAAAARKEEEEERRR!” Bucky yelled
loudly.
“Really, Buck. What he’s gonna do? He
is just a kid.” Steve muttered looking at his friend.
“PARKER, move your lazy ass
here!!!” Bucky yelled again.
“What WHAT! What?! Aliens? Thanos? or
something else what is very evil?!” Peter jumped into room really
surprised and confused.
“Catch it, kid!!” Bucky threw
crushed phone at Parker’s direction.
“Woohoo! Wait! This is Mr. Stark’s phone…
What have you done?“ He asked. Steve shrugged. "His fault.” He
pointed at Bucky.
“Traitor” Bucky poked Steve’s
shoulder. “I accidentally broked this. But.. Now you are holding this..
So.. None of my fault” he giggled.
“Um…” Peter looked at Bucky
even more confused.
Steve sighed deeply. “Bucky, he is
just a kid. You can’t treat him like this.”
Man slowly got up and walked to Peter, he took the phone from him. “Go to
your room. I will take care of this.”
Peter slowly nodded and quickly left the
room.
~Few hours later~
"My phone… Where did I left it?” Tony muttered to himself, looking into
every place where he could possibly left his phone.
Kitchen -no.
Bathroom – no.
living room – no.
Bedroom – no.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where my phone is?! If not, can you locate it
for me?” He muttered deeply annoyed.
“I can’t do that Mr. Stark, but I want to inform you that Steve Rogers
left something in your office.”
Tony rolled his eyes and quickly went to his office.
He saw something on his desk, he also saw small note.
Tony walked closer and saw that this ‘something’ was his phone. Crushed.
He looked at the note.
"Hey, Tony… Your phone had small accident… Bucky is sorry. –
Steve”
Tony could felt how anger was growing inside him.
“BARNES! I TOLD YOU SOMETHING ABOUT
TOUCHING MY STUFF!”
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„Soo… He is like..” Tony looked at Steve
over papers that he held in hand, frowning softy.
“Blinde… Yea I know that… but he is good,
it took me a while to make sure about this but he is good, really good.” Steve
said. “Like really really good. You should see his skills, the things that he
can do. He fights like normal person, even better. He fights like a real hero.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, Steve! This
guy’s blinde, blinde like a mole. I don’t believe you, how someone like he can
even call himself a hero?”
“Have you read newspapers? He is all over
them… maybe we should at last try… give him a chance. Pleaseee Tony.” Steve
sighed sadly making kind of a puppy eyes.
“Okaaaay! Fine!” Tony muttered. “If
something will happen, it will be your responsibility, Cap.” Man said.
“It always is my responsibility..” Steve
said quietly to himself.
“What?” Tony frowned.
“No! Nothing! Thanks, Tony.” Steve said and
left.
Matt felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t
really know this new place very well. He also wasn’t really sure about him
joining Avengers, it was so out of place. Well yes, he was a hero but he wasn’t
like any member of Avengers. However he came anyway.
Cap and Bucky walked into room, Steve
looked at Matt and then at Bucky.
Bucky only shrugged and sat on a couch.
Steve smiled at Matt and offered him hand.
“Mathew Murdock, am I right?”
“Yes, Captain, but Matt is enough.”
Tony walked into the room and looked at
Cap. “Steve…. He is blinde. He for sure won’t see your hand.” He laughed.
Steve smiled awkwardly and immediately his
face became red.
Bucky rolled his eyes and took Tony’s empty cup from a coffee table. “Hey!
Devil! Catch this!” He yelled and threw cap into Matt’s direction. Man caught
it without problem. “I knew that second guy was there.” Matt said happily.
Tony blinked and frowned softly. “Whatever!
And YOU! Never threw my stuff” He growled and left.
Bucky only laughed. “I love to piss him off.”
“Um… Thanks Bucky. So… Matt? Welcome to
Avengers?”
Bucky only facepalmed when Steve again offered his hand to Matt, this guy was
just too nice.
Matt smiled and nodded. “Thank you Captain
Rogers.” Matt said and took Steve’s hand. “I hope that cooperation will be
successful.”
I’ve been waiting for so long || Tony Stark x Pepper Potts SMUT
WORD COUNT: 1754
SUMMARY:
Tony
& Pepper’s first time.
WARNINGS:
pure
smut ☺
AUTHOR: Killer raccoon
It wasn’t because she had any question
about her feelings for him, or even any question about his for her. It was just
a big change for both of them. They both had so much at stake- they had
gradually become the center of each other’s universe, so to speak. Well, she
knew Tony would always be his own gravitational force. But she also knew that
he needed her, even if his world didn’t revolve around her, it couldn’t exist
without her either. They both had a lot to lose.
Tony was being a gentleman, waiting
patiently for Pepper to be ready for intercourse- even if it was really hard
for him. Of course that didn’t mean they didn’t have some fun together. They
were adults with a decade long relationship who were in love and very sexually
attracted to one another. But Tony always stopped himself before it got too
far, or else he feared it would be impossible to stop and he didn’t want to be
a jerk or get testy with her.
Pepper had spent the night several times,
but they mostly kissed, fooled around and slept tangled together. He hated when
she left for the night so even if it was incredibly difficult to keep his hands
to himself it was better than her leaving him alone every night.
After the invasion of New York, all bets were off, everything
changed-including Tony. He almost died and Pepper didn’t want any regrets. She
wanted to anchor Tony to something solid and good, he seemed worried and a
little more distant. She wanted to take him in her arms and make him feel safe
and loved and show him that she believed in his commitment to her. She began
spending almost every night with him-afraid to leave him alone.
It had been a week since the attack. They
both had long days of work but Tony was focused on upgrading his suit for the
next potential threat and she had to drag him from the workshop up to clean up
for bed. She laid out his sweats for him and changed in the bathroom. He laid
in bed, waiting for her to return, he was always happy she was there. When she
joins him on the bed he immediately begins kissing her. It isn’t too much or an
unwelcome advance, she needs him too.
He touches a bit of bare skin on her hip
between her pajama pants and where her tank top has ridden up to expose her
tummy, he’s stroking it gently before he drags his rough fingers across the
expanse of her midriff to the front of her stomach, right above her low hanging
pants. His touch is like fire on her skin, he pauses. She leans up and whispers
in his ear “don’t stop there- please don’t stop.”
He pulls back and stares at her, mouth
slightly ajar. She nods a little. She is ready.
He leans back down and kisses her again,
slowly but deeply. When he pulls back, he sits up a little so he can position himself
to remove her pants. She lifts her hips to accommodate his movement and he
swears he can hear his own pulse pounding in his chest. When he’s tossed her
pants off the bed she reaches for the hem of his shirt and removes it, tossing
it beside her discarded pants on the floor.
His skin feels amazing against hers. When
he is back beside her, hovering just over her, she places her hand gently
against the arc, feeling the faintest whir below her fingertips. The last time
she actually touched it she was panicking and replacing it- an entirely
different experience. His big brown eyes are locked on hers, they are both
exposed and vulnerable. After a moment he places his hand over hers and brings
her fingertips up to his lips for a gentle kiss.
She moves her hand up to cup his check and
pull him down for another searing kiss as he moves between her legs. She wraps
her leg around his hip and begins to slowly grind against his growing hardness
as they continue to kiss. She is getting really hot. He can faintly feel her
nipples through her tank top. He reaches between them to trace his fingers over
the soaked crotch of her panties. She is already so wet. The touch makes her
jolt- but it is too brief. She begins to desperately tug at the waist band of
his pants, she wants them gone, she wants more contact and less between them.
After a few attempts to push them down she begins to grow desperate and
frustrated and he pulls back to abide by her clear desire.
He pulls his pants down and his hard
length bobs free against his stomach. He feels relief at the freedom. And the
sight, and size, of him only turns her on more. She quickly removes her tank
top and lays back down, mostly bare before him. The only barrier that remains
is her panties. Her chest is flushed, a beautiful blush is creeping up her pale
chest to her freckled cheeks. He is in awe of her. He places a wet kiss on her
neck before he licks her and begins to suck at her pulse, marking her for his
own.
She is rubbing her legs together
attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up inside of her. His hand
trails up her ribcage until it reaches her breast. He massages he briefly
before slowly tracing his thumb around her hard nipple. Her hand is at the nape
of his neck holding him against her as she beings to pant and undulate her hips
against the empty space between them. When he comes up for air, he looks at her
laid out before him. He moves between her legs and pulls her panties down in
agonizing slowness. She misses him against her already. His warm body pressed
against hers, shoulder to toe.
When the final barrier is removed, he
places his hands on her hips in a moment of uncertainty. She reaches down and
places her left hand over his right and gives it a gentle squeeze before slowly
dragging his hand beneath hers to where she wants his touch the most. He
touches her gently, watching her face, watching how her eyes close, her mouth
gasps on that first contact. Her other hand blindly reaches out for his. Their
fingers tangle on the bed beside her hip and she is gripping his hand fiercely
as he slowly caresses her open and she moves her hips against his hand begging
for more.
He wants to taste her but as he leans
down- she tells him she won’t last and she wants him inside her. He’s grateful.
It’s been a long time and he could use some relief, and he settles for licking
his fingers clean, savoring his first taste of her.
He reaches over into the night stand for
lubricant. Her pulse is quickening, even though she didn’t think that was
possible, as she watches him prepare himself for her. He is so hard, she hasn’t
even gotten a chance to touch him. She reaches out to help stroke the lubricant
over him, together they slide their hands over his length. It’s a brief
encounter but there will be plenty of time for that later. He lays her back
down and positions himself. She is incredibly wet as he is rubbing his head
over her opening, increasing her anticipation in a slow tease she can barely
stand.
He finally takes mercy on her as he lines
himself up and takes one deep, long, slow thrust inside. When he is fully
embedded inside her he hears her squeak. He looks at her face for reassurance.
Her eyes are clouded and unfocused, she asks for a moment to adjust. It’s been
a long time and she is a little tight.
He reaches out and pushes a piece of her
hair behind her ear, and then places his hand on her neck, tracing soothing
circles with his thumb, back and forth, until she is ready. He is waiting for
her signal and taking in every feature on her face. When she lifts her leg over
his hip he begins a slow, deep grind against her, not wanting to rush. They
move their pelvises together, slowly building passion until he is desperate to
pull back and thrust against her. She can tell what he needs- she needs it too.
She trails her hand from his shoulder blade down to his supple butt- gripping
it to let him know its okay. He follows her lead and begins a stream of harder
thrusts against her.
They make love hesitantly. When he feels
he can’t take anymore he reaches down between them and slowly rubs her clit.,
hoping to make her cum. He bends over and simultaneously takes her hard pebbled
nipple into his mouth and begins to suck. That does the trick and she cums
hard, gripping him like a vice and crying out against him.
He places his head on her chest, between
her breasts, thrusts five more times and begins to cum himself. He pulls back
and stares into her eyes as he is emptying everything he has inside her. He bursts
over and over again.
He lays his head back down and they don’t
move for a few moments. He can feel her sweat begin to cool against his face as
she rubs soothing circles on his exposed cheek before he finally moves. When
they separate the cold air hits his drained cock with a hiss. Not wanting to
leave for the bathroom, he fetches his sweats from the floor by the bed and
moves to wipe them both clean before pulling the blankets up and over them. She
is touched by his tenderness and already missing his closeness, feeling
emptiness where he recently occupied.
They lay in bed facing each other, her
hand on the pillow beside her head. He reaches over and takes her fingers in
his before scooting closer to her and rolling onto his back. He takes her hand
and places it gently over the arc- resting his hand on top of hers before she
snuggles even closer into his side and drapes her leg over his.
“That was worth the wait” she says softly.
“Baby.. I never knew I was waiting for
anything until you” he says back, smiling at her.
Rockabye
WORD COUNT: 1115
SUMMARY:
A look
at that night of Tony and Pepper’s first kiss – how did Tony & Pepper
handle those events between kissing and being in a relationship?
WARNINGS: none,
excepting a lot of fluff ☺
AUTHOR: Killer raccoon
Tony had gotten to her just in time. She could have
died-but now she was freaking out and quitting and babbling and he was so
confused, panicking that she was quitting and he was still going to lose her
even though he just saved her life.
Tony was losing his mind over this woman.
He was in love with Pepper and he couldn’t even touch
her. He couldn’t even beg her to stay, to be his. Ever since he got back from Afghanistan,
ever since that dance, that night on the roof- he was desperate for her
affection, for any sense of intimacy with her. He was different, despite a few
major lapses of judgment in the face of his own mortality, he was a different
man now. This was love- if she knew that, if she believed him and trusted him,
would that change anything for her?
He was going out of his mind in her presence, and
messing things up with her worse than usual, way beyond just his usual annoying
antics he seemed to genuinely be pissing her off. But she was quitting, and he
was losing her anyway. And she was babbling, and it was just so damn adorable
he couldn’t take it anymore. It was almost instinct, he grabbed her and kissed
her mid-sentence.
For a moment it was a relief, but the panic quickly
returned. Was she going to slap him? Was she going to be insulted, even after
all they had been through, would she call him unprofessional? Instead she
encouraged him to kiss her again and assured him it wasn’t weird. And it was
the best thing that had ever happened to him. But they were interrupted.
The ride back to stark mansion was a little awkward.
He felt like a damn teenager on his first date, he wanted to hold her hand. He
wanted to make out in the back seat. He felt so unsure of himself, but he
settled for sitting beside her and resting his head on her shoulder with his
hand on her knee.
When they got back to the house Tony began rambling,
“I know we just kissed on the roof, it was amazing by the way. And I know
that we’re not, um, dating? …Yet! Which by the way, is what I want to happen,
if there was any question on that. Look, we can talk about this more in the
morning. But what I am really asking is, will you stay? The night? With me? Not
like in a sexy way, I know you’re not ready for that. Are you? You aren’t.
Just, stay with me tonight and we can talk in the morning and deal with the
fallout from Vanko and everything, together, from here. Would you please just
not leave?”
Tony was getting worked up and Pepper had to admit
that she found it adorable, so she let him go on until there was nothing left
to say, his question hanging in the air. The silence made him uneasy, so he
added, “Pepper, I’m not trying to seduce you. Not technically anyway. I’m
trying to make you fall in love with me.”
Pepper was surprised by his direct admission, but she
couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I’m already in love with you,
Tony…Despite my better judgment. I will stay here, but NO sex and we have to
talk about a few things in the morning okay? Those are the rules.”
He was practically like a puppy; he picked her up, ran
upstairs and dropped her on his bed before she could change her mind. And
before he could remember how hurt and exhausted he was.
“I’ll go get you a t-shirt to sleep in.”
Pepper crawled into bed next to him after a little
freshening up in the bathroom. Tony was so tired he was on the verge of passing
out waiting for her, but he wanted to be awake for that moment when she came
back. He wasn’t going to miss that. By tomorrow he could mess everything up
again, what if this was his only chance.
She was the cutest thing he had ever seen, even if he
was looking through drooping eyelids that he could barely hold open. She was
dressed in his t-shirt, no makeup, her hair lose. He hoped she would always
dress that way for bed, it was even more appealing than lingerie, and he hoped
he got a lot more chances to see it.
Once Pepper was settled beside him and the lights were
off, Tony mustered up the strength to stay awake for just one question.
“Pepper?”
“Yes, Tony?”
“Can I maybe give you a goodnight kiss?”
There was a slight pause.
“Okay Tony” she finally responded.
He rolled over, hovering just above her taking in her
presence. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced, she held all the cards,
and he was so vulnerable. He was the one worried she wouldn’t be there when he
woke up.
He tenderly brushed the hair off her neck and cupped
the back of her head. He licked his lips and slowly placed a soft kiss on her
lips, sucking on her bottom lip gently before he pulled away.
“Goodnight Pepper” he said a little
breathlessly as he pulled away to lie back down on his side of the bed.
When he lay back down he noticed her body had followed
his, pressing up against his side. He felt her hand travel up his chest until
she reached his chin and angled his face to look back at her.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, a little
confused yet smug.
“You gave me a good night kiss….now I’m giving
you one.”
She smiled as she pressed her lips, her body against
his. Tony had been a gentleman but she wanted a little more. She deepened the
kiss and felt him suppress a slight moan as they breathed each other in, their
lips clashing a little desperately. All too soon, she pulled back, her lips moist
with the taste of him. If she didn’t stop now she didn’t know if she could, and
they were both exhausted and needed to talk.
“Goodnight Tony” she whispered.
“Goodnight Pepper” came his soft reply.
She snuggled up behind him and placed a soft kiss on
his shoulder blade before she wrapped her arm over his side, he took her hand
and held it to his chest before he completely passed out, as though they had
done that a thousand times before.
They needed to talk, but really, by the time they both
closed their eyes and nodded off – they were already in a relationship.
Little letters
WORD COUNT: 1680
SUMMARY: Some letters Tony and Steve exchanged between each
other.
WARNINGS: none
AUTHOR: Killer raccoon
Capcicle:
This phone is embarrassing. I’m
embarrassed to have it anywhere near my person. Pretty sure you must have
recovered it from an archeological dig of a Neanderthal cave. Which would be
fitting for you, them being your people and all. Still pissed by the way,
haven’t reached that ‘understanding’ yet.
Unsincerely,
T.S.
Dear Tony,
I know. Both about the phone and the
understanding. I must admit that I did get slightly amused imagining your
reaction to it. The phone that is, not the other thing. I think it portent that
older phones don’t have tracking chips in them, and they aren’t being monitored
by the NSA. Kind of thinking that says something about modern society and not
really in a good way. Trading privacy for security. It’s devastating. As for
the other thing… I know you’re upset. You have reason to be. I get that, I do.
I should have told you about your parents. I wish I could go back in time and
do things different. But I can’t. So the only thing I can do is to repeat that I
am sorry.
As for the ever so subtle dig, how did the
party-line go? Fire bad, tree pretty? Or, you know, ooga-booga. Or whatever it
is that Neanderthals like me say.
Yours most sincerely,
Steve
Spangles,
I have been ‘tracking’ you since they
found you on the ice. Trust me sweetums, the NSA is the least of your worries.
Also, did you just crack a joke at me? And used pop culture at that? I am
shocked. Shocked I tell you! Kindly cease destroying my world view, I’m
too busy being livid at you to be amused (at how bad you are at it). Thank you.
Also, why? And don’t give me that
‘protecting me, protecting you’ bullshit. Details. All of it.
T.S.
P.S. Paper letters are so undignified.
Dear Tony,
Not sure how to react to the tracking
thing or how to take it. In a weird way it’s good to know? I don’t know. When I
first came off the ice I would have done anything to get back in it. The grief
of losing Bucky was still fresh, and on top of that everyone I had ever known
was either dead or only experienced occasional moments of lucidity, like Peggy.
I didn’t recognize anyone, or anything and when I went down, I was a soldier. I
slept on the ground, for the most part. The Commandos and I used to take shifts
so no one would creep up on us in the middle of the night and capture or kill
us. I still heard the ring of gunfire and bombs going off in my head. To go
from that back to civilian life and not just civilian life but civilian life in
a completely unrecognizable world… I wasn’t in a good place.
I sat outside your tower once, at a little
cafe near the tower, hoping to get a glimpse of you. I don’t know what I would
have said or done if that had happened. But SHIELD gave me a file on you and I
knew that you were Iron Man, so I thought maybe if anyone would understand what
it was like to wake-up in this strange world that sort of turned you into this
impossible legend while you slept it would be you, being a legend yourself.
There are days when I still wonder how the Captain America thing became so
rampart. Trading cards?! But after we met I didn’t think you liked me much, so
it’s strangely touching to hear that you tracked me, as messed up as that
probably sounds. I mean, I know that our first meeting was under the worst
possible conditions. We were stressed, I was so lost, and we had Loki’s scepter
bringing out the absolute worst in both of us, but I always got the feeling
that I annoyed you a bit.That my old fashioned ways, my ethics, my confusion…
I just always felt that it kind of rubbed you the wrong way, even after we
became friends and teammates.
At least I know why now. Howard. Would you
believe me if I told that I was surprised to find out that Howard spoke so
fondly of me to you? Don’t get me wrong, I admired Howard a lot. He was
brilliant, he was funny and very charming. Not nearly as charming as you, of
course, but he did have it. And I will always be forever grateful for what he
did for me, flying me into enemy territory so that I could save the 107th.
Without Howard there would be no Howling Commandos. But the truth of the matter
is that while Howard was generous and brilliant, he sort of talked to me like I
was a kid, you know? He didn’t act like he was all that impressed by me the
entire time we knew each other.
I regret how he died. And your mother. I
do grieve for them and for what happened. You want answers and I’ll try my best
to give them to you but in all honesty I’m not sure I understand it entirely
myself. First and foremost I feared for Bucky. You have to understand, Bucky
and my Mom were all I had as a kid. I was sick, and weak, and picked on like
you wouldn’t believe. Bucky always stood up for me, protected me. Without him
my childhood would have been a completely different story and I probably
wouldn’t have made it out of it. And when my mom died he was there for me
again. I actually crashed on his couch for months afterwards. No one knew Bucky
like I did, and no one left alive but me had seen him at his best, so full of
life.
He is a good man, he didn’t deserve what
happened to him. And it’s my fault – what happened to Bucky – it was all my
fault. I recruited him into the Howling Commandos even though he could have
left the army. He had been captured and tortured by Zola, the army was ready to
release him. But he followed me back into war because I asked. He was so loyal.
So honorable. Maybe too loyal and honorable. I was concerned that because there
was no one but me left who had known Bucky pre-Hydra programming, that no one
but me would believe him redeemable. And so I wanted to protect him and I
thought that if I told you about your parents that you would be just one more
person gunning for him. I mean, even Sam had his doubts that Bucky was still
Bucky deep down and Sam is a former soldier, a VA counselor and a good friend.
If Sam didn’t fully believe Bucky could be reached, what hope did I have that
you would?
Still though, I realize that whether you
would have reacted poorly or not, and whether you would have become just one
more person I’d have to race to get to Bucky first, I shouldn’t have kept
Hydra’s involvement in your parent’s’ death from you. You had a right to know,
a right that didn’t supercede my drive to save my best friend, and I was wrong
to keep it from you.
This letter is long. Longer than I
intended. But you asked for answers and I hope I gave them to you.
Sincerely,
Steve
P.S. I don’t know, call me old-fashioned (you
do anyway) but I like paper letters. They just seem more… personable. Besides
not only are email accounts trackable, but they’re also annoying. No matter how
many firewalls you put on my accounts, I’m still getting emails from some guy
in Nigeria
who is most eager to inform me that I’ve magically inherited millions of
dollars.
Stars and Stripes,
Of course I am more charming than my
father.
Tony
Dear Tony,
Not that I’m complaining here, it’s always
great to hear from you and I know I have no right to ask… but is that really
all you took from my last letter? It’s just you didn’t insult me, my parentage,
or my honor at all in in your response, so I’m concerned.
Love,
Steve
Cap,
I am processing. I need time. I’ll be in touch.
Tony
Steve,
Okay, so I’ve processed. Sort of. It’s
ongoing. James Buchanan Barnes has been cleared of the U.N. bombing in Vienna. Officially. As
such you, Wilson and the others have also been cleared of the aiding and
abetting charge, and a financial donation from yours truly went a long way in
clearing up the property damage charges. I know Barnes is in cryo in Wakanda, I
may be able to help with the de-programming.
Meanwhile I need you to get your
(admittedly fine) ass home. Bring your big boy pants, you and I are going to
have a very long conversation. We’re going to put it all on the table.
Love,
Tony
Dear Tony,
I’m on my way (and by the time you receive
this I’ll probably already be there).
Love,
Steve
Dearest Steven,
Well that conversation, after hours of
deliberation, ended rather smashingly, I thought. And by smash I mean that I
was quite impressed that you managed to break a solid oak, steel bar reinforced
desk while I fucked you on it following said conversation. The Hulk himself
couldn’t have done better. Good job. I told you we would put it all on the
table. No worries, I’ll buy sturdier for next time.
Love Always,
Tony
Dear Tony,
I’m looking forward to it. Now can you
come to bed? I want to snuggle.
With love,
Steve
P.S. In my day we built furniture that lasts
(while we walked uphill to school both ways)… Couldn’t resist. Oh come on, it
was right there!
P.S.S. You’re sending texts in letter form now.
Admit it, you liked the letters.
Steve, dearest,
The sarcasm. I’m almost proud. Almost. And
I admit nothing.
Love,
He who is heading to you right now…
PLEASE, WAKE ME UP.
WORD COUNT: 1300
SUMMARY:
Tony has a nightmare.
WARNINGS: none
AUTHOR: Killer raccoon
It was the quietest morning there’d been in
months, save the dull croak of the piano and the moaning of the floorboards
beneath the pianists tapping foot.
Tony stood behind the rows of white chairs,
stiff and unmoving, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Across the
quickly filling room, Bucky noticed him and attempted a smile, but immediately
his lips began to quiver and he turned down to look at his feet before Tony could
try to return the gesture.
Bucky, the only one in this room who fully
understood Tony’s presence here, the only man who knew what had been going on
behind closed doors. Because Steve had insisted he know, had told Tony that if
he couldn’t trust Bucky, then what were they even doing?
Tony watched Sam slide in next to Bucky,
place a hand on the man’s shoulder and sit him down, and then Tony was alone
again. Something he hadn’t felt in years.
The more people filed into the room, the
more sullen the mood became. Natasha sat on the other side of Bucky, and Clint
next to her, and Tony’s throat tightened in anguish as even Nick Fury,
accompanied by Phil and Maria, made their way down the rows of chairs. It
didn’t matter if nobody had the time for a full blown ceremony: they made time.
Sam had pulled him aside a few days ago to
assure him that he’d be welcomed with open arms, but Tony had his doubts, and
therefore kept his distance. He was somewhere deep in his own head anyway. He
didn’t even notice Pepper next to him, brows furrowed as she tapped furiously
at her phone, or Rhodey, dressed up in his navy blue suit, hands also clasped
behind his back, but in respect rather than anxiety. Tony knew he should have
been one of the men carrying in the… but of course he chose to stand
next to Tony, and in some lost part of his conscious mind, Tony appreciated
that.
But when the music slowed and died and what
was left of the hushed conversations among the room was cut off, Tony was sure
his heart stopped. He was able to keep himself composed, lips pursed and face
blank, all of his muscles tensed to keep from shaking. However, when the first
two soldiers stepped into the room, shoulders straight and hats in their hands,
and Tony knew what
would be following them, he fucking lost it. His breathing shortened, his head
swayed dizzily, and before he knew it, he was busting through the side door
into the empty hallways, straight towards the wall to keep him right side up.
He pressed his forehead against the cool, brick walls, gasping for air. Luckily
he was in the back, so he hardly disturbed anyone.
But of course, one man had noticed. One man
had dashed out after him, was now placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder, gentle,
but firm.
“Breathe."
Both hands were on him when he wouldn’t calm
down, and he knew that they learned this in the military, he understood, but
with the steadiness of his voice, with the serum, Bucky sounded and felt
too much like Steve, all those restless, summer nights when Tony was kept up
and he had been there for him, and it made everything worse. He couldn’t get
air into his lungs, his eyes spun in and out of focus, and he trembled
violently beneath the other man’s grasp. And who the hell was Tony to Steve, to
be comforted by the dead man’s best
friend. It was absolutely unfair to Bucky, and Tony felt sick with
guilt and selfishness. He turned around, gently pushing Bucky away from him.
"I’m sorry,” He wheezed, and
Bucky was shaking his head like Tony had no reason to apologize, but he
absolutely did.
Within the next few seconds, Rhodey was in
the halls, pushing Bucky to the side to get to Tony.
“Thank you, Buck, but I can handle
this.” He said.
“I don’t think you understand”
Bucky protested.
“The hell, I don’t understand.”
Rhodey snapped. “I know Tony better than he knows himself. I’m not stupid,
and I’m not blind.” He looked up to Bucky then, and his face softened
apologetically.
“Please, you are the last person who
should have to do this. Go pay your respects to Steve. I’ll take care of
him.” He said. Bucky nodded silently and turned to leave.
By then, Tony was catching his breath,
letting a warmth flood through him and calm his nerves, though his hands still
shook hard.
“You knew?” He asked quietly, and
Rhodey, despite everything else, managed a smile.
“You thought you could keep a secret
like that from me? I mean, honestly, Tony."
Tony huffed, just then realizing how
foolish it was to actually believe that he had kept the relationship between he
and Steve from Rhodey.
"He’s gone,” he breathed
suddenly, clasping a hand over his mouth in awe at what had just escaped, a
electric shock shooting through him as the words rang true, and then Rhodey was
pulling him into a hug, burying Tony’s face into his shoulder. Tony clenched
his teeth, refusing to cry, but breathed heavily through his nose, gasps
shuddering through his body as he held it all in, and Rhodey became the only
thing holding Tony in one piece.
Steve was gone okay, and did Tony ever
fully appreciate when he was around? Did he take the time to let him know that?
Looking back, he knew it had always been a frantic, desperate rush of fumbling
fingers and clothes strewn across the floor. Tony always thought they’d have
time to take their time.
Did he even ever tell Steve that he loved
him? That he was doubtlessly, unconditionally in love with him?
Did he even know at the time?
Tony shut his eyes tight, held on to Rhodey
tighter in horror as his knees buckles. He could feel his heart wasn’t going to
hold together, could feel the world around him crumbling, and when he managed
to open his eyes…
There was darkness. Tony blinked once,
twice, realized he was on his back. His hair, shirt, and the mattress beneath
him were all soaked in sweat. Tony shot up, the force causing an immediate
headache, and searched the room as his eyes adjusted to the dark. His heart was
pounding hard in his chest, fear in his throat as he chanced a glace at the
weight he felt against his hip. He sucked in a breath.
“Steve?” He croaked. There was a
small, groggy yawn and then two large, muscled arms that peaked through the
covers, revealing a half asleep, but definite Steve Rogers as he stretched,
shifted to turn around, and put an arm around Tony’s waste, pulling him back
down and against his own body heat. Tony’s sigh of relief came out as a choked
sob, and he pressed his nose into Steve’s chest in an attempt to muffle his
sudden sounds. However, that startled Steve completely out of sleep.
“Tony? He tried to sit up, pulling
Tony away from him and brushing his damp hair out of his face. "Tony, are
you okay?” He was pouting at him as Tony quickly regained control of his
emotions.
“No, I’m not okay. I love
you."
Steve stared at him, confused in his half
dream state, cheeks flushed with the heat of the summer night, hair sticking up
in a way that warmed Tony’s heart.
And then he was kissing him, the slowest
kiss they’d ever had, and Steve kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his
shoulder. Tony felt dizzy as Steve took his hand and pressed his lips gently to
his wrist, the palm of his hand.
"I love you too."
Imagine:
Iron Man
kills Captain in front of Bucky’s eyes.
Bucky froze motionless. His heart stopped for a short moment. His blood turned into an ice.
Only thing he has heard was a familiar voice. But was he able to recognize it under all those emotions?
Tony Stark was standing on shaking legs, looking ahead.
He watched as Steve slowly sank on his knees.
“..I’m sorry..” Tony rasped. “I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t know I fired the repulsers…” his voice was trembling as he spoke.
Steve let out a soft groan, indicating that he is still alive. Before Tony could apologize again, he has been pushed away from Steve with a strong force. His suit hit the wall behind him, and it took him a moment to adjust his coordination. When he looked up, Bucky was glaring at him.
“I’m so…” Tony tried to say, but his breath was knocked out by a strong punch, directed at his arc reactor.
Bucky has been driven with an anger.
He punched Tony with his cybernetic arm again, causing the suit to bend inwards. Bucky let out a growl, then he drove his hand into the arc reactor with more force. Bucky kept his metal hand digging into Tony’s arc reactor, crushing it. Tony tried to push Bucky away, but he failed.
“Bucky…” it was nothing more than a whisper.
Barnes, shaking all over his bpdy turned around and walked to Steve who’s laying on the ground. He knelt next to his friend, taking a hold of his hand.
“Steve” he managed to say.
Bucky’s gaze slowly slipped at Steve’s torso. There was a hole caused by a hit of an energy stream.
Bucky turned his face, automatically closing his eyes. He knew exactly how it meant to end..
“Bucky…” Steve whispered again, hia voice became yet weaker then it was a moment before.
A huge stain of dark blood slowly spilled around Captain.
Bucky felt a touch of cold hand at his unshaven cheek. He dared to look down, straight into his friend’s eyes.
He saw how Steve was waning slowly.
“Till the end….” Steve was cutted off by a cough.
“… of the line, pal..” Bucky whispered, nuzzling to Steve’s hand.
And then that last moment came.
Steve’s eyes have widened for a second, he also tried to take a breath, but he only gasped for the air.
He squeezed Bucky’s hand and after a second his eyes have slowly shut down.
Bucky was looking at Steve for short second and then he bursted with cry. Not hesitating about blood, he took Steve’s body in his arms.
“NOOO!!!” he squalled loudly, letting warm tears flew down over his cheeks.
It took him few minutes to calm down a bit.
He places Steve’s body back on the ground as gently as he could and he slowly got up.
Bucky was covered in a blood and dirt, but he didn’t mind.
He turned himself to face Tony.
“You killed him.”
His voice was so cold.
Stark, who was still motionless, has swallowed before he spoke.
“James…”
But Bucky looked into Tony’s eyes without a single shadow mercy.
“Now there’s no one who would stop me” Bucky said. He seemed to be in a different place with his thoughts. Bucky slowly lifted his chin, his eyes met Tony’s eyes. As raged and unstable as he was at the moment, he managed to say one sentence.
“Your time finally has come.”
Author: Beast
Paper Panda 
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