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Something was and wasn’t there between us, something went on and went away.
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Superfamily + Civil war Au
imagine tony meeting the rudest, most cruel hater ever on avengers press conference and then tearing up because of the things they said to him and then tearing up even more when the whole team backs him up and defends him and comfort him
After everything they’d been through, everything that Tony had had to face in the past few years, he had thought he would be able to handle a single reporter. He had been wrong, terribly wrong.
“Mr. Stark, what made you think creating Ultron was a good idea? No answer? Still? What do you plan to do about Sokovia?” The reporter pushed on brazenly,
“The Stark Relief Fund is in Sokovia rebuilding-” Tony’s voice sounded small, smaller than the rest of his team had ever heard.
“It’s been over a year and the city still isn’t rebuilt. Shouldn’t you be focusing on helping there instead of-?” The reporter left the sentence hanging there for a moment, “Whatever it is you’re doing while the new Avengers train?”
“I am assisting in the training, I-” Tony stumbled over his words, “Look, I’m doing all that I can, construction takes time, building plans take time-”
“Well maybe if you pushed a little more instead of sitting on your ass-” The reporter snapped, and Tony flinched as his eyes went misty with tears; he had endured two hours of this, two hours of this reporter tearing into him about anything and everything he could, the accords and how they had failed, even bringing up his brief imprisonment in the Raft, a time that left Tony shaking and terrified.
“That’s enough!” Steve’s voice rang out, and the reporter’s grin slid off his face slowly, “Tony Stark has done everything he can, he has put his neck on the line, saved all our lives more than one, and yes, he has made mistakes, but haven’t we all? Haven’t you?” Steve set his hand on Tony’s shoulder, offering support. “This conference is over, he has answered all the questions he could, and these have all been answered before.” Steve gave a gentle squeeze, “Come on, let’s go, Tony.” The rest of the team gathered behind him, blocking him from the reporters’ eyes.
“He was a jerk,” Clint grunted as they stepped out into the main living area of the new facility.
“He had no idea what he was talking about.” Natasha added in, pacing back and forth like a cat.
“Exactly.” Wanda agreed, touching Tony’s shoulder and sending calmness into him through the link. Tears rolled down his cheeks,
“I…but…are you….serious?” Tony stumbled as they led him to the couch, sitting around him and bringing him coffee.
“Of course we are. You made mistakes, Tony, we all did. We’ve moved past that, worked through it.” Steve assured him, “We’ll stay here with you.”
or what if steve raises his shield to protect them both, while they're out in the city for some press thingy? tony doesnt have the suit on so he freaks out twice as bad, he literally goes into a full panic mode and has a panic attack in front of steve
[Regarding this headcanon]
The thing is, Tony is usually really good at hiding his panic attacks in public. He just always manages to just somehow hold it together until he can make it into some form of privacy, like a bathroom or anything with closable doors.
So far no reporter has caught him with a panic attack and the team knows it.
And today they are out for a press thing, Steve in his Captain America uniformm because that’s what the public wants to see, but the others are all dressed more or less casually.
It was a bad press conference, the reporters tearing into the team for things no one had control about and for things they all feel regret over and so when they are done, the emotions are already high with everyone.
But they can’t leave in peace, of course they can’t, and Tony is walking right behind Steve on their way out, he is the second in command after all.
The attacks and screams of the reporters get worse and outside of the building a crowd has gathered; there are many people who do not like the Avengers and who would love nothing more than to see them gone.
They brought things to throw; maybe food, maybe it‘s just a spur of a moment thing and someone throws their purse or shoe or umbrella.
Fact is, something flies towards them and Steve’s reaction is to instinctively reach for the shield and protect them.
The projectile falls harmlessly of the shield and Steve turns around to tell his team to hurry up so they can leave this horrible place.
But the attention is not on him; everyone gathered around Tony, who is crouching on the floor.
Steve doesn’t have a good look, Thor is in the way, but he can hear Natasha talking, coaxing Tony into breathing with her and Steve only understands then that Tony is having a panic attack right there in front of everyone.
And Tony hates himself for it; he always managed to get away before anyone could see. But Steve with his shield raised high, angrily turning around to him had sent him right back into the cold cement bunker in Siberia and he can hear Steve’s yelling and the cracking of his suit under Bucky’s fingers.
He can feel the terror when Steve raised his shield, the split second of ‘Oh god, he’s going to kill me’ when Steve crashed the shield down so prominent in his mind, because it’s the same scene.
He would beg for his life now, if he‘d have the breath for it, but he can’t, he can’t even get enough to get his brain working, how will he speak and plead with Steve to not kill him, to not do this to him again; to ask Steve, who is still standing there, shield somewhat raised, to spare his life, to forgive him for everything, but please, please don’t do this.
It’s Clint, who finally notices that Tony is focused on Steve and trying to get away from him and he nods to Thor, who gently but decidedly shoves Steve away, into the waiting car.
Tony’s breathing instantly gets steadier the moment Steve is out of sight and by the time the team guided him back into the building, into a quiet corner, it’s already back to normal.
The team asks him what’s wrong, if they can do anything, but Tony shakes his head; they did everything they could. They made sure Steve couldn’t hurt him.
Aww shit…

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Do You Always Have to Get Hurt?
“Hey! I loved your tony imagine ! So I was thinking if you could write one about him, where the reader is cleaning his wounds and she’s very angry with him bc he always end up hurt? A lot of fluff :3 thank you”
ps. I hope I wrote this okay! Enjoy and sorry for the delay :)
It was midnight and you were sleeping. Tony was away on a mission again and had been away for a few days, so you hadn’t been in contact.
The thing with Tony is that he’s a very… caring person. More than he would like to admit or show; he’d rather he got hurt than anyone else, which makes him covered in bruises every time he comes home.
That mission was apparently a hard mission. By the time he landed the jet on the runway at the Avengers Tower, he wanted nothing other than see you, maybe getting his wounds patched up in the process even though Tony knew you would be downright angry. He decided to do just that anyway. He got into one of his cars and drove to your apartment complex. Parking his car next to yours, he got out and let out a sigh.
‘Better now than later’ Tony tried to reassure himself, working up his courage.
He walked to your door and opened the door with his keys, trying to be as quiet as possible knowing you would most likely be sleeping at this time of night. He walked into your room and opened the door slightly, the door creaking making him wince.
There is no way you wouldn’t wake up now.
You’re a light sleeper, so when you heard the door creaked open you stirred before waking up completey. The sigh that greeted you made you both angry and concerened.
Tony was standing in front of your bed, the light from the moonlight lightning up the wounds on his face. There were probably more littering his body.
“Tony?” You asked, sitting up slowly.
He let out a small smile, walking up and sitting down beside you. “Hey, babe.”
You didn’t reply his smile, assessing his wounds instead.
You let out a loud sigh, standing up to get the First Aid box you kept for things like this.
“I’ll get the box.”
While you went away to get the box in the bathroom, Tony sat quietly on your bed trying to come up with explanations, knowing you would ask.
You came back and sat down next to him again, getting the necessities to clean up his wounds.
The silence was long and killing him, and Tony relented. “Please say something, Sweetheart.” He almost pleased.
You avoided his eyes, continuing to clean his wounds even though your body tensed slightly.
“What do you want me to say, Tone? That it’s completely okay to get yourself hurt in every mission?” You snapped back.
He sighed, holding the wrist of the hand that was cleaning his wounds, stopping you.
“I’m sorry. I know you worry every time I go out on missions and seem to always get hurt but I can’t help it.”
Your face changed into an angry scowl. “You don’t always have to get hurt! You have a bloody suit, Tony, how come you’re always wounded?!” Your tone was starting to get high, your body pulling back a bit.
“I- I don’t know!” He stuttered, “Besides, I was trying to save my teammates! Why are you angry at me?”
You let out a frustrated sigh, putting down the cloth you had in your hand and putting your face on both of your hands.
“I’m just frustrated why you’re always hurt!” You replied back, looking up to look him in the eyes. “What if one day you got so hurt you can’t come home to me, Tony? What then?” You whispered.
He looked surprised but he understood where you came from. “Babe,” he put both his hands on your face, “I’ll always try to come home to you, you got me? Only you can heal me.”
You smiled slightly, blushing just a little bit. “Cheeseball.” You said, making him chuckle.
A comfortable silence followed with the both of you staring at each other lovingly, trying to remember every detail of each other’s faces.
“I love you, (Y/N). Remember that.” He said quietly, meaning every word he said.
“I love you too, Tony. Always.”
wow it was real nice of America to make July 4th a national holiday just to celebrate Steve Rogers’ birthday
Often, a Slytherin’s personal goal is to reach the state where they truly need no one but themselves. Ever. Complete independence, self-sustaining and self-sufficiency.
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Yes, yes & yes!!! Took the words out of my mouth… 💯🐍💚
Start of something new
SUMMARY: Your famous brother dies so you have no one to take care of you so his best friend, Tony Stark, decides to take you in and introduces you to the Avengers.
Warning: Depression, sad, etc
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“One week,” you muttered to yourself as you swallowed an anti depressant,“You can do this.” You mumbled to yourself as you got ready for the funeral.
Your older brother, who was one of the most famous actors in Hollywood, died after getting involved in a car crash, which burnt 95% of his body thus causing his untimely death at age 25. When you first heard of his death, you were in the hospital after having your monthly check up because you were recovering from your own problems. You saw the news and the first person you called was your closest family friend, Tony Stark.
“D-did you see the news?” You questioned as you listened to the news achor tell the story of how your brother died due to a drink driver crashing his car.
“Yeah, be there in 5.” He answered, his voice solemn.
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After Tony picked you up and dropped you at the house you shared with your brother. He cooked you food and stayed with you for a couple hours before police arrived at your door. The officers and Tony escorted you to the hospital, where you were able to say your last goodbye to your brother before a funeral was planned.
The next few days were hard because the press kept trying to bombard your door, asking questions about your brother. As a result, Tony got his suits to be guards around your house and protected you from all the paparazzi.
Pepper helped plan the funeral as you just sat in disbelief.
“My brother is gone.” You muttered as you waited for Pepper and Tony to finish with the paperwork.
“C'mon,” Tony tried to smile but how could he when his eyes were filling with tears?
“Let me make you a hot cocoa,” he wrapped an arm around you and led you to your kitchen.
“When is the funeral?” You questioned, your chest feeling numb.
“2 days from now.” He answered with an empty tone. He gave you a mug and held your hand.
“Who’s gonna take care of me?” Your voice began to break.
Tony pulled you in a hug,“I will.”
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The funeral made you feel empty, left in disbelief. The man you grew up with was gone and he was only 25. You didn’t even cry during the last few words, you didn’t make a speech and you didn’t even feel anything, despite the whole world mourning over your brother.
“Hey.” Tony smiled sadly as he approached you. The pair of you stood beside your brother’s gravestone as you spoke. Luckily Tony’s Iron Legion guarded the funeral procedures to keep paparazzi away.
“Hey.” You smiled, feeling the tears coming out.
Tony didn’t say anything else. All he did was pull you back in for a hug and you finally let out all the tears you’ve been holding.
“C'mon, let’s get you home.” He said.
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The first few months were difficult. Although Tony had insisted to stay with you, you wanted to live independently, without anyone’s help. You went to monthly check ups with your hospital, taking anti-depressants but soon you were told by your doctor that you didn’t need to be checked in anymore.
After a few more months, you began to feel happy. For the first time in your life, you felt whole… that was until you saw your brother’s new film, which was finished by the producers recreating your brother using CGI. You watched the film all alone at night and all the sadness and grief consumed you.
“Tony?” You sobbed through the phone at 3 in the morning. His groggy voice spoke.
“Who is it?”
You sniffled,“Its Y/N, I need you.”
He was suddenly awake as you heard shuffling,“I’ll be there in 2.”
Just like he promised, Tony arrived at your place in under 2 minutes and when you opened the door, he pulled you into a hug. He was in his Iron Man suit so hugging was a bit difficult although he made it work.
“That’s it.” He said,“You’re coming to the Avengers tower. And that’s final.”
You were too tired to argue and so he lifted you up.
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You slept in Tony’s bed and even though he argued that he didn’t want to share a bed with a grieving woman, you pulled him in a hug. When you woke up, it was 6am and the birds were chirping. You tried to sleep again but failed so you went downstairs to eat breakfast.
“H-He- wait, you’re not Tony!” A smooth, velvety voice said. You turned and was faced with a ruggedly handsome man with a metal arm.
“Hi.” Your voice was minute and shy.
“Wait, aren’t you that sister whose broth-”
“Y/N!” Steve’s voice interrupted,“Tony told me you would stay with us!”
You ran to him and hugged him.
“Oh, Y/N, this is my old pal, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes AKA Bucky. Bucky, Y/N.” Steve introduced to you the metal man.
You shook hands with the bionic hand and smiled reassuringly when you noticed the tension in Buck’s face as you felt his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sarge.” You smiled.
He grinned and continued on with making his breakfast.
“I should introduce you to the rest of the avengers.”
Spontaneously you heard a voice announced through the intercom,“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!” Steve and Buck pulled you into a massive training room and there you saw different people. There was a beautiful blond man with a hammer, a man with glasses, a red flying man, a girl with a red aura around her, Natasha, Clint and Sam, whom you already knew, and a man with silver hair and was zooming everywhere in super speed.
Tony walked in, in his PJs with Pepper trailing behind.
“Everyone, I would like you to meet Y/N.” They all turned to you and a glow shone on everyone’s faces when they realised who you were.
“Oh my God!” The girl with the red aura smiled at you,“Hi, I’m Wanda and I would like to say I-I-I love you. You were brilliant in that film-”
The speedster smiled,“Please excuse my sister, my name is Pietro. We watched all your films.”
“It’s a shame you don’t act anymore.” She frowned,“You are talented girl.”
“No, it’s cool.” You blushed,“I left the acting with my… my brother… and I just do charity work now.”
“Ah yes,” the man with glasses spoke up,“Hi, I’m Bruce. Bruce Banner.”
You shook his hand as you were familiar with his work due to his involvement with your environmental charities.
“Your charity work is amazing, Y/N.” He smiled. You couldn’t believe it. He was one of your idols. The smile on your face nearly made your face crack.
“O-Oh my God,” You stumbled upon tour words,“H-Hi! Thank you so much.”
He smiled generously before pulling you in a hug. He whispered,“Your brother would be proud.”
You held him tighter after hearing those words,“Thank you.” You whispered.
When you released Dr Banner, you were introduced to all the other avengers but all the while, you and the man with the metal arm kept exchanging glances… and everyone noticed.
“10 bucks they date.” Tony whispered to Steve.
“You’re on.” Steve smirked.
And that was the start of something. new.
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*Cue High school musical music*
With our backs to the wall The darkness will fall We never quite thought We could lose it all
- ‘Ready Aim Fire’ by Imagine Dragons

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Nicknames
Avengers x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You come up with some Nicknames for the team. Notes: Thanks to @avengingmutant for providing me with some nicknames to use!! Also, couldn’t find a good gif to use that I hadn’t already so….yea Word Count:516
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What infuriates me about the Orlando shooting is the media’s blatant removal of the word “gay” from their headlines on this tragedy. It was a GAY NIGHTCLUB. Don’t you fucking dare forget that. Don’t erase the identities of victims of the worst mass shooting in American history because you don’t think it’s pertinent to your story. This was a hate crime directed solely at the LGBTQIA community for daring to exist in the year 2016.
HUFFLEPUFF: “You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.” –Patrick Rothfuss (The Name of the Wind)
SLYTHERIN: “I will take fate by the throat; it will never bend me completely to its will.” -Ludwig van Beethoven
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Raise your hand if you saw Captain America: Civil War and it fucked you up emotionally and physically.

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Close [Bucky Barnes]
Summary - You’ve been part of the Avengers for awhile now. You got along well with everyone else except for Bucky.
Side note - this probably won’t be too long so i apologize in advance. I was listening to the song, ‘close’ by Nick Jonas featuring Tove Lo and was inspired to write this (this wasn’t requested lmao) unedited btw but yeah, enjoy!
Warnings - Swearing and making out??
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The gravity between you two was different; Bucky was attracted to you and vice versa. You made him feel something and that was what scared him the most.
He kept his distance, struggling to control himself around you. Every time your eyes would meet, it would tantalize him. They would haunt him at night, creep into his thoughts and crush his poor heart.
As much as he resents pushing you away and acting virulent towards you, whenever you tried to talk to him, he had to do it. Bucky does not trust himself around you.
He could snap your neck in a flash or push you up a wall and take away your innocence. It was better to stray away from you.
But tonight, he just couldn’t help himself anymore.
He was all alone, staring at the New York skyline, a drink in his hand. Though, he was quite hostile towards you, this never really pushed you away. You kept coming back to him for some reason.
“Excuse me.” You flashed the man you were conversing with a smile and quickly sauntered over to Bucky’s side.
New York looked stunning as always. Scintillating lights, tall towers and bustling streets. It was home to you, but not so much for Bucky.
“You look lonely.” You chirped. His muscles tensed, and the grip he had on his glass grew tighter at the sound of your voice.
Bucky was silent, blazing eyes stared straight ahead. “Looks beautiful, no?” You inquired in attempt to start a conversation, but as usual he shot you down.
He peered down at you, dark eyes glaring at your figure. “Don’t talk to me.” He sneered. Usually, this was your que to run away with your tail in between your legs, but you’ve had enough.
The raven haired man stormed away from you. “Damn this man.” You whispered.
You trailed closely behind him, fuming. He stepped out into the empty hallway, away from the sea of people.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” You growled. Bucky abruptly turned around, jaw set and eyes blazing with aggravation. “Quit following me!” He snarled.
This frightened you a little, but you composed yourself and glared at him. “You’re so infuriating!” He threw his arms in the air, an annoyed sigh fleeing his plump lips.
“I’m infuriating?” You scoffed. You rolled your eyes and crossed you arms across your chest. “Well, so are you!”
“What do you want from me!” He roared, his head starting to blaze with rage. If he doesn’t leave right now, he’s going to regret it soon.
He fled the other direction, but you swiftly caught up to him. You caught a grip on his steel arm, yanking him back. “Don’t fucking walk away from me.” You bark.
This sent him on the edge. All his control was drained and he pinned you to the wall, breathing down your neck.
Bucky broke.
“Fucking hell.” He muttered under his breath. His eyes found yours. There were so many emotions dancing in them, but you couldn’t distinguish them all at once. “You drive me insane.” He admitted, lips pressed against the skin of your neck.
Your whole face flushed crimson at his revelation, hands pressed against his lean chest and your lips parted.
“Yeah right.” You murmured. “You don’t understand.” He shook his head, sorrowed eyes lowering to the ground and explained, “You scare the hell out of me. I threaten your safety. I’m rogue.”
“I don’t want to get too close, Y/N.” He sighed.
Your heart clenched at his words. Tender fingers hooked beneath his chin, nudging it slightly. “Look at me.” You said. He hesitantly looked up, bashful eyes staring into yours.
“Don’t be afraid.” You advised. His gaze wandered down to your lips and flickered back to your eyes. You closed the distance, slotting your lips in between his.
There was a weight that lifted off his shoulders. Maybe this what he needed to do in the first place, trust himself.
His hands carressed your sides, pulling you closer to his body. You pulled at the flesh of his lower lip, a smile forming on your face.
You kissed him deeply while he held you tightly. He wanted you close, he didn’t want to let you go, not anymore.
Bucky grasped your soft thighs, wrapping them around his torso. He left your flushed lips and trailed his kisses down to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh.
A giggle flew out of your lips as he bit down on a certain spot. His lips found yours once again. This time, you kissed slowly and passionately. Savoring each taste.
Tony stumbled into the hallway, but none of you noticed. A wide grin graced his face. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckled, retreating back to the party.
“your reaction when you found out what you were?”
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