I got to stuff some stockings for the Stuckony(ish) stocking event and they got revealed today!
In Quiet Wonder
T, 2k, WinterIron
Tony loves giving lectures at Stonybrook University - but it's as much for the walking smirk with a man-bun as it is the education.
Bucky loves when Tony comes to give lectures, but what the hell would a Nobel Prize Winner see in a university employee without any fancy titles at all?
Pepper, Rhodey, and Steve think they're idiots (obviously).
Reasons for Rocking Chairs
M, 2k, Stucky -> Stuckony
Bucky and Steve's landlord loves making furniture. And they love that for him, truly. It's just that he's always making it for them.
Counting Days
M, 1.5k, Stony -> Stuckony
It's been 289 days since Tony's husband went missing.
But What If We Could?
M, 1.5k Stony
Steve understood that Captain America had to be an alpha. It chaffed, because he was proud of being an omega, of being Tony's omega, but he understood that's how it had to be.
Or did it?
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Once upon a time, Steve and Tony played baseball together. Or, Steve and Eddie did, because that's when Tony was Edward Carter. That was before the midnight phone call and the sudden change in plans and the transformation into Tony Stark and the invitation to come to New York.
It was before Steve said no.
That was then. This is now.
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5k of second chance fluff with my favorite sport thrown in. Enjoy!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Okay, I've been trying for months to do this. Being all real on main, it's important for me to feel good about what I write, to be proud of it. And I haven't been proud of anything Marvel in a long time. My therapist has been encouraging me, however, to try again. So here we are.
Here's a 1k Stony drabble. It can have legs, I think, if youse want them.
Title: In the Knick of Time
Steve hadn’t seen Tony in years.
Well, that’s incorrect. He hadn’t touched Tony in years, hadn’t kissed Tony in years, hadn’t been near him in years. All of which was Steve’s choice, he knew. He knew he’s the one whose choices forced this hand.
But now? Tony was across the room.
Steve knew the suit was Tom Ford (from an article he’d read once), his shoes were shined in the lobby of Stark Enterprises on 5th Avenue (from an Instagram reel he’d seen), and he used a beard wax he got specially imported from Bermuda because of something about bees (that one was from a TikTok).
Steve looked down at himself. His suit was expensive – he bought it with his signing bonus – and well tailored, but he had no idea if it actually looked good. The Instagrams that followed baseball players seemed to think it did, but the last time Steve understood anything about how he looked was when he was under Tony.
Or, as Steve knew him then, Eddie. Eddie Carbonell, number two pitching prospect in the Mariners system. Eddie, who loved the stupid salmon throwing gag in the Public Market and rode his bike to the ballpark, and who loved going to Mariners games whenever they weren’t playing, and who Steve had been so in love with he could barely tie his own shoes.
And then there was a phone call in the middle of the night, and Eddie became Tony and pitching gave way to running an empire and Eddie begged Steve to come to New York when the season was over and…
And Steve said no.
And so for ten years, he’d watched Tony take every inch of the disciplined perfection that Steve knew Eddie to have and channel it into turning him into a household name. But, there were other ways Steve couldn’t see Eddie at all. There was no softness, no mirth behind the smirk, no dirt under his nails.
Eddie always had dirt under his nails. Baseball dirt, motor oil, peanut butter – there was always a substance stuck there. Tony had manicures.
Steve had missed Eddie every single day. He had no idea what to do with Tony.
He was going to have to figure it out quickly, however, because Tony was heading directly towards him.
“You sure you wanna say yes to this?” Bucky raised his eyebrow and poked at the card on the fridge.
“I already did.” Steve took a long drink of BodyArmor and then shrugged. “If he’s there, he’s there.”
Steve sighed. “Listen, he asked me to come find him in the off-season and I didn’t. I didn’t call, I didn’t text, I just…I just ghosted him. So when he got married, that was his business. When he got divorced, that was his, too. It’s been ten years, there’s no reason to believe that he invited me himself. I just caught a pretty good season, maybe they just wanted me there.”
“You caught a 96 win season that went all the way to the ALCS,” Bucky corrected. “I know, I was there. We had matching uniforms, remember? Still say that he’s gonna make you talk to him.”
Steve hated it when Bucky was right.
“Well, Steven, it’s been a while,” Tony said and Steve almost forgot to breathe. God, he’d been an idiot. “Wasn’t sure you knew how to return phone calls.”
Ouch.
“It’s an honor to be here, Mr. Stark.” Steve had no other reply…he just…God, he’d been an idiot.
Tony raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Wow, you really did forget me.”
“Not for a second,” Steve said quickly, before he could stop himself. “We just…I was twenty.”
“I was twenty-two and needed a friend, Steven,” Tony said evenly and quietly. “Had a lot of phone calls, only wanted one.”
“I –”
“Congratulations on the Gold Glove,” Tony said, loudly. “It’s been fun to follow the Jays this season. You guys put together a helluva run.”
Steve blinked through the whiplash. “Yeah, well, thanks. We’ll go deeper next year.”
“Make sure to use the right lube then,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve feel icky.
As Tony started to walk away, Steve grabbed his elbow. “Why am I here?”
Tony blinked a few times. “It’s a fucking fundraiser, Steven. Eat some terrible chicken, shake some hands, smile for photos, and then get a kebab on the way home. In the meantime, we’ll raise some money on your smile for sick kids and then we all go home happy. What do you mean why are you here?”
“You didn’t use people when we –” Steve gulped. He didn’t know if he could say it.
“When we were fucking?” Tony said with that smirk. “You’re right. I didn’t. But then a few quick things happened. One, my dream of being a baseball player was smashed when I found out I inherited an empire I never wanted. Two, the man I was in love with didn’t want me. So, had to burn who I was, get smarter, and thankfully, I did. All in the knick of time, I found a version of me to raise up from the death those two things caused, and now I’m doing okay.”
“Your smile isn’t right,” Steve pressed.
“Yeah, well, I guess we can’t have it all,” Tony replied. “Are we done? Can you find Pepper to see which table you should schmooze next?”
Steve nodded and – for the second significant time in his life – watched Tony walk away.
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i don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but i want you to know that i am so in awe of all of your work. the time you’ve spent creating each character and the plots you’ve written has given me without fail, something to come back to in this fandom. each piece you’ve written is incredible. thank you so much and i hope you continue posting soon - and that everything is ok. 🫶🏽
Oh gosh, thank you so much!
I am currently completely out of inspiration for Steve, Tony, and Bucky, sadly. I feel like I can't find their voices at all, and most of what I've tried sounds so fake and weird.
I'm absolutely open to more prompts to see if something sparks, I miss writing these weirdos, I just can't seem to at all.
I'm so glad to to know the things I've created live on when they don't in my head any more. What an honor.
A commotion erupted in the dugout and Bucky leaned forward from their perch on the bench to see what it was all about. He leaned back and reported to Tony. “Gonzales put his helmet in the wrong cubicle again.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Rogers took umbrage?”
“Ain't that the lady in Harry Potter?”
“Well, the word means to take offense and she’s an offensive character, so maybe,” Tony shrugged. “Rogers?”
Bucky nodded.
Tony sighed.
“Ten more days at least, bud,” Bucky said calmly. “Whatever he did, maybe get over it?”
“He didn’t do one thing,” Tony muttered. “It’s his whole person.”
Bucky made a noise Tony couldn’t interpret. “Maybe find someone to fuck out all your feelings then, because you’re being a bummer.”
Tony snorted. “Didn’t work last night.”
“Well, you know what they say,” Bucky said as he heaved himself off the bench. “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again."
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i've planned maybe two plot points for this thing and the rest of them keep falling out of my fingers. gonna be fucking wild.
Bucky cut his eyes to the right. They were standing along the railing of the dugout, watching the game unfurl in front of them. The Avengers were up to bat, runners on second and third with one out. Rogers’ eyes were trained on the batter in the box.
To be fair, every eye in the stadium was.
Bucky didn’t get a chance to respond, because at that second, Stark’s bat cracked and the ball soared into left field. “Get out, get out, get out, get… FUCK YES.”
He smiled as two runners crossed the plate before Tony trotted home. The Brooklyn Hydra increased their lead over the Reading Athletics and they were giving the sell-out crowd a good show. Minor league baseball was part theater, part sport, and part training ground for the individual players to show off in the hopes they might get called up to The Show.
It also gave big leaguers recovering from injury somewhere to ease back into the game; which is why Bucky was currently sharing the dugout with World Series champion, two-time Cy Young winner, and generational talent Steve Rogers. The man they called Captain America was coming off of hip surgery and Bucky knew their whole team was just a litttttle bit starstruck.
Except their starting catcher, who appeared to give less than zero fucks about playing with the headliner. Bucky could not figure out exactly why Tony and Steve hated each other, but it started the second day of Steve’s rehab stint. The two had gone out to dinner after practice and came back to the clubhouse the next day nearly hissing at each other in hatred.
So it didn’t matter that Tony had just hit a 3-run home run in a fashion fit for highlight reels. Steve acted like he was watching a traffic collision.
Tony danced back into the dugout and gleefully put on the traditional Home Run Crown the team kept for celebrations. He high fived everyone and then stopped dead in front of Steve. They glowered at each other until Steve finally grumbled ‘nice hit’ and Tony moved on to celebrate with the guys behind them.
“Is what normal?” Bucky addressed Steve.
Steve had gone back to leaning on the railing. He blew a big gum bubble tilted his head over to where Tony was taking off his batting gloves. “The drama.”
Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, you play on a team with a man whose nickname is ‘King of the World’ and you’re concerned about Tony having fun playing baseball on minimum wage?”
Steve snorted. “Carlito is a jackass. Been begging the front office to trade him for two seasons. Stark just doesn’t seem to take the game seriously.”
Bucky barked out a laugh as the inning ended. He grabbed his glove and began to trot out to his position at first base. “Rogers, you’re currently playing on a team that uses an inflatable pool toy crown as a home run celebration. You’re here for another two weeks, feel free to enjoy it.”
