It's always you

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Well, Wanda hit rock bottom. I can't say I didn't saw it coming. The "no consequences for her terrible actions because she is a white woman in pain" would be her downfall as a character from the start and now it finally happened.

!!!😲 😲 😲  That means…. 😲 😲 😲!!!

In another universe, Tony and Pepper have a son named, Morgan Stark instead of a daughter

for pepperony week day 2: sharing a bed

title and quote by e e cummings

also on ao3

“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.”

Casual intimacy was never something that Tony had had in spades.

People touched him softly when they wanted something or they hurt him in anger. There were few in betweens; Rhodey had been the first. Happy, too..

And then there was Pepper, of course.

Pepper had never been ashamed to be tactile when he had drunkenly admitted to liking the casual touches. She patted his shoulder, squeezed his hand, even ruffled his hair if she drank enough wine. She doled out cheek kisses and forehead kisses like they were nothing, like they weren’t the reason Tony got out of bed some mornings. Her hugs were even on par with Rhodey’s .

It only got better when they started dating. Suddenly, Tony was allowed to touch Pepper back . He could kiss her good morning and good night. He could drop pecks on her cheek just because. They cuddled together on movie nights, held hands on dates, and generally drove people mad with their cuteness.

(Tony suspected that Pepper craved the touch as much as he did. He didn’t mind giving it to her, not at all.)

Tony wouldn’t have traded their shared bed for anything in the world.

It was a good bed; large, soft, comfortable. Pepper had picked out the sheets, so they were a dark blue instead of Tony’s preferred red and gold. The pillows were a mismatch of ones from her apartment that she claimed were the most comfortable and his own. There was an Iron Man teddy bear under her pillows, Tony knew, that she took out when he went on long missions (he didn’t tell her he knew about it). The blankets were fuzzy and warm. It was a good bed.

What they did in bed was good, too. Sex was fine, sex was great , but what Tony really couldn’t get enough of were Pepper’s cuddles. Her arms were one of the few places he felt truly safe. It was like the embrace of the suit, but better . Pepper liked to be the big spoon. Tony, coincidentally, was a little spoon at heart, so it worked out perfectly.

The nights that they got to be in bed together were some of Tony’s favorite times.

They had just finished a charity gala earlier, both of them exhausted by the hours of schmoozing. Towards the end of it, Pepper had gotten exasperated with Hammer’s whining and ordered several martinis, enough that she was fairly tipsy. Tony, shockingly, was sober, watching his girlfriend giggle her way back to their room with a fond smile on his face.

“Tony!” she called from in front of him. “I can’t get my heels off.”

Tony chuckled as she ineffectually batted at the buckles on her heels. “Hold on, hon,” he said. “Let me help you.”

She kicked out her feet. “Thanks, babe,” she fell back on the bed. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Pep,” said Tony, carefully taking off her thousand-dollar heels and setting them to the side. If they got damaged at all, he knew Pepper would kill him. She loved those shoes. “Come stand up, you have to wash your face.”

“I don’t wanna,” she threw a hand over her eyes. “How about you wash your face?”

“It won’t get the makeup off of yours,” he explained patiently. Pepper didn’t get tipsy often, but when she did, she got absurd. It was adorable. “What do you suggest we do about that?”

She waved her other arm around. “Magic,” she said after a pause. “Yeah, magic.”

“Makeup wipes, more like,” Tony grabbed a pack from the bathroom. “Promise you’re not going to kill me tomorrow for letting me skip your skincare routine?”

“No,” she narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.

“Okay,” Tony shrugged. He wiped her face, taking care to get her eye makeup off. Pepper hated racoon eyes. She grinned giddily, letting him take care of her. “Are you going to get into pajamas?”

She thought for a moment, surveying her dress with visible displeasure. “I suppose,” she huffed, looking put out. She made no motion to get up from bed, though.

“You’re not drunk enough for me to have to dress you,” Tony pointed out. “Get in your PJs and we can go to sleep.”

She mumbled an agreement as Tony went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He got ready for bed, listening to the soft noises of Pepper thumping back on the bed and snoring. Smiling, Tony turned off the lights and crawled in after her.

“Why are you so far away?” she grumbled as soon as his head hit the pillow. “You’re legally required to be my teddy bear.”

“That sounds like a fake law,” said Tony. He moved closer to his girlfriend anyway.

She wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him against her. “You’re a fake law,” she muttered, neatly tucking his head under her chin.

“Go to sleep, Pep,” Tony pulled the blanket more securely over them. As her breathing evened out, she hugged him even tighter, tangling her legs around his. Tony just closed his eyes and snuggled as close as he could.

BABIE of course I will always write you what you want “not Erja I swear” ily and I am crying

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“Could you sit still? I’m trying to work.”

Pepper has her head bowed over one of the many textbooks that lie strewn across the table, taking up about the whole surface. Tony is sitting across from her and has been bouncing his leg up and down frantically for the past five minutes at the very least, shaking the whole table with him, and it’s distracting. She had much rather Tony be distracting in other ways than this. While she is trying to concentrate, anyway.

“How much longer do you have to?” He asks, almost like a little child that needs to know how much farther it is until they arrive at their destination. Especially because this is the third time he’s asked since he joined her at her table half an hour ago.

She chuckles, thankfully not yet having reached the point of stress before an exam she usually has when the due date is nearing. After all, she still has a week to revise. But a week is easily cut in half when Tony needs as much attention as he does.

“There’s no time minimum or limit to studying for a test, Tony. It’s not like I’ll ever really be done, unless I know this entire textbook from the top of my head.”

Tony’s brows rise and disappear under his hair, and Pepper knows that look, and quickly gives a fond shake of her head, sending Tony a pointed look.

“No, Tony. I am nowhere near knowing the entirety of this-“ she picks up a heavy textbook and drops it down with a loud thud, “-like the back of my hand. I need to study. And frankly, so do you. Don’t you have that calculus practice test this week?”

Tony purses his lips and looks away for a moment before he turns his head back to her again, and says, “Maybe,” like that’s a good enough answer.

“Shouldn’t you be studying then?”

This time, the response comes a little bit delayed.

“…Maybe.”

“Tony.”

He quickly puts his hands up in a defensive manner, and shrugs his shoulders. “It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll ace it anyway. You know that stuff’s child’s play, Ms. Potts.”

“To you, maybe.” She angles her head down again to go back to reading the line she abandoned when she had to scold Tony for his nervous behavior.

“I could help you,” Tony offers, and pushes away from the table, chair scraping across the carpeted floor with some difficulty. She makes a non-committing sound while he rounds the object between them to come over to her side of the desk and look over her shoulder at what she’s doing.

Her finger pauses on the page again, halfway through another sentence, and she angles her head just so that she can see Tony hovering from the corner of her eye.

“And how is breathing down my neck going to help me?”

She tries her best to sound stern, but her amusement still seeps through. For how annoying Tony can be when he wants to be, how insistent he can come across and how much attention he sometimes needs, she still manages to find the joy in his incessant teasing and perpetual very-present presence. Now is no exception, even though she knows that she really should be studying instead of indulging Tony’s impatience.

“I’m just keeping you warm in this cold, dark and dingy library,” Tony quips back, and huffs on the back of her neck in retaliation.

“You’re already providing me with plenty of warmth, actually,” she returns, and pulls Tony’s jacket around her shoulders that little bit closer.

“Always a pleasure, Ms. Potts.”

He ruffles her hair, and for someone who absolutely hates that being done to her, Pepper is surprisingly calm about it. She just reaches up and gives a huff while she straightens out her ponytail again. Great, now she has to undo it and redo it. Which wouldn’t be the first time, at Tony’s hand.

Once that is done, she tries to go back to where she was, but can’t shake the feeling of Tony’s standing right behind her – just out of her line of sight, even from the corner of her eye, but still very much there. It’s like she can feel his presence, and unsurprisingly, that is even worse than Tony’s leg bouncing.

After reading another sentence, she abruptly twists around in her chair, and looks up at where Tony is standing, now leaning back, looking the very picture of the innocence that he absolutely isn’t. He gives her an inquiring look. She gives him a stink-eye.

“If I take a break so that we can go and get an iced coffee, will you let me study in peace after?”

Pepper doesn’t have much hope for that being a good solution, but it is worth a shot. And the excited look on Tony’s face at the prospect of having Pepper’s undivided attention for the next half hour or so is absolutely precious. Priceless. Maybe taking a break is actually not such a bad idea.

Tony helps her gather her things, and they head out, leaving the table empty for another student to use.

Pepper: happily married. Yours?

Tony, giggling: very happily married, thank y-

BUT TONY CAN’T REST?? He died, lost everything, he has always suffered since he was born, and will NEVER be happy just because they hate him??

Steve is their fav so they give him his happy ending and everything, but Tony, they wanted to kill him for years.

I HATE THEM WITH EVERYTHING IN ME

IT’S TONY who deserved to FINALLY COME HOME FROM THE WAR AND REST. He’s the one who feared an alien attack every second of his life for years, who had pstd, nightmares, anxiety attacks and who did everything to protect everyone, even if no one listened to him, no one believed him, no one take care of him, even if everyone abandons him.

After all these years Tony is ALWAYS the one who does everything alone and suffers the most. It’s TONY who has always done everything and sacrificed everything for others, his time, his health, his happiness, and HIS OWN LIFE in every single movies, during all these years. Not Steve. IT’S NOT STEVE who needed to rest!!

Who’s the one who sacrificed himself by sending a nuke into a warmhole?? Who’s the one who gave a home and equipment for the Avengers and did everything to protect them?? Who has suffered from ptsd, nightmares, anxiety attacks because he feared every seconde that his friend would die?? Who did everything to keep the Avengers together and happy?? Who went into space, alone, facing Thanos his biggest fear?? Who saw the boy he sees as a son die in his arms?? 

Steve didn’t do anything, he just divided the Avengers and lied to Tony about his parents’ death and betrayed him. WHO DESERVED THE MOST TO REST FROM THIS WAR???

Steve said “together”, but Tony still had to do it all by himself??

It was Steve turn to sacrifice himself. Tony should have survived and retired to FINALLY LIVE HAPPILY with his family. It would have been a SO MUCH better ending, with more sense, for Tony and Steve. You could have made a beautiful powerful end, you could have finally given Tony what he always deserved, but you chose shock value and lazy writing, that makes no sense, that is disrespectful and horrible.