#post-mission

Not gonna lie, this was partially inspired by a TikTok by Tee, the pan guy.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 600

Rating: T (spice, but no smut)

Chapter: 1/1

Summary: You and Bucky are already going at it after a mission gone wrong — voices raised, tempers high, neither one willing to back down. Then you throw out a line meant to shut him up...not change everything.

Waiting to be picked up after a mission, Thor convinces Steve to "unwind" with him on the beach.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2026 prompt - Sex on the Beach [C1]

Okay apparently I'm really leaning into the fluffier, funnier fics atm because I have another one for y'all, from the ever-talented @42donotpanic

The Avengers have a very serious post-mission meeting.

Destiny’s Fate: Downtime is a companion piece to Destiny’s Fate.  They are supporting chapters to the main fic.

Chapter:  One Big Headache

Word Count:  approximately 2100

Note:  Ties in with Chapter 25: What I Need and Chapter 26: Let’s Get You Out of Here in Destiny’s Fate.

Excerpt:

“Jane…quit deflecting.”

She stops, but keeps her back to him.  She is left dizzy with just how quickly things have done a one-eighty, bring her back around to the center of attention instead of him.  “I’m not.”

“You are.” He sits up slowly, never relinquishing his hold on her.  “You started to say something back in the lounge.  About needing a place to think.”

Reluctantly, Jane faces him again.  She attempts to take back control; guiding him to lie back again on the bed and reaching once more for the blanket.  “It’s okay, Kaidan.  Honestly? Right now, I’m more worried about you.”

He lies back on the bed, accepts the blanket, even releases his hold on her wrist, but he keeps his focus completely on her.  In some ways, it is more disconcerting than anything else he could do.  And by the soft grunt in his throat, he knows it.  Scooting over on the mattress, he pats the space he creates.  “Talk to me, ‘kay?  Wha’s wrong.”

Jane chews her lip, hesitating.  “It’s…nothing.”

He continues to pat the mattress, and for someone suffering from a migraine, manages a pretty good, I know you’re lying to me, look.  

“It’s silly,” she insists, but follows the protest with a soft sigh.  She buys a couple of minutes by removing her own boots before she climbs onto the bed next to him.  After arranging her pillows behind her back, and feeling utterly ridiculous, she explains, “I…have to tell someone something, and I’m afraid of their reaction to the news.”...

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Prompt: One Sliding Their Hand Into The Other’s Hair Slowly

The worst part of still not being able to go on missions with her sibling for Vanya, even though she was on the team this time, was not being able to help her siblings. Their father had accepted her onto the team but claimed she wasn’t in control of her powers well enough to be around civilians, therefore she had to stay back at the mansion once more while the rest of her siblings saved the world.

She remembered the mission her siblings were on took almost six hours last time, but her siblings had been getting their missions completed faster since they came back to 2002, a newfound sense of teamwork practically visible among her siblings, so now she had no idea how long it would take her siblings to get back. Vanya spent some time helping Mom with chores around the house, working on controlling her powers with Pogo, but mostly she just worried about her siblings. 

What if something happened to them on their mission? What if one of them got hurt? What if they got kidnapped? What if one of them died? 

Thankfully her siblings, and father, returned from their mission before her spiral of what ifs… could get any worse. Never quite sure how her father will act when he returns from the missions, Vanya elected to hide out in her room to wait out the possible summoning of her father. Instead of hearing her father call for her to join him, and possibly her siblings, she could hear her siblings tiredly walking, or in Five’s case jumping, back to their rooms for the remainder of the afternoon.

Carefully slipping out of her room, Vanya quickly walked to Diego’s door across the hall. She knocked quickly on the door seven times, telling him that it was her. When they got back they made their obvious code based on the numbers Reginald had given them; it was only to tell the person inside who wanted in without having to talk. Vanya anxiously stood outside Diego’s door, waiting for him to respond. The door quickly opened and a hand on her wrist pulled her into his room.

Once in Diego’s room, Vanya could see his somewhat messy room,his unmade bed, some of his dirty clothes on the floor, but more importantly Diego. “Hi.” Vanya breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips and her eyes fluttering around his face and up to his sweat-ridden hair.

“Hi,” Diego’s hands slid over hers, “and what can I do for you?”

Vanya lightly pulled her hands from his, walking over to his bed before sitting on the edge. “I just wanted to see you.” She purposefully avoided looking at him, instead looking around his room once again before her eyes finally landed back on him, who in turn was watching her with attempted, hidden amusement. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” The movement in Diego’s mattress in the space next to Vanya signified that he had moved onto his bed as well. “Is that the only reason you came to see me?” Diego whispered into her ear, causing goosebumps to spread all over her. Shaking her head no in response, Diego’s arms curled around her waist and pulling her into him.

It was at this point that Vanya learned how disgustingly sweaty Diego was after their mission. And when she tried to pull away from him, he just pulled her closer. “What? Is something wrong Van?” Diego teased, not bothering to hide his smirk, “You were all excited to see me just a second ago, what’s wrong?” As Diego continued playfully pestering Vanya, he slowly leaned in towards her face while she was barely able to contain her building laughter.

Vanya slipped away from Diego and crawled up to the top of his bed, laughing as he flopped on his bed in the spot she used to be in as she lounged on his pillows. His head snapped over to her, still laughing, a faux glare fixed on his face; and in the blink of an eye Diego was straddling her, hands behind her head and neck and pulling her face in for an extremely sloppy, and a bit sweaty, series of kisses. On her lips was the most frequent part, but also visited each of her cheeks, along her jaw, her forehead, and even one on her nose.

As Diego continued peppering Vanya in kisses, Vanya moved her hands into his sweaty hair. She contently played with his hair and enjoyed the ferocious kisses until she heard someone in the hallway, seemingly heading towards them. The lack of clicking from heels or a cane indicated it wasn’t Mom or Pogo, and their father rarely ever came to them; this is what led Vanya to conclude that one of their siblings was coming. As much as she didn’t want to, the last thing she wanted right now was for one of their siblings to walk in on them and then hold it over them, moreso her, forever; so she pushed Diego back and quickly said, “Someone’s coming.”

Diego simply asked, “And?” then moved to start kissing her again.

Pushing him back again she hissed, “Diego, stop it.” The footsteps were basically at Diego’s door at this point.

Relenting, Diego scooted himself to the center of his bed and off of Vanya. Vanya quickly tried to fix anything perceivably wrong with her hair as four quick knocks sounded on Diego’s door. “Diego, shower’s open.” 

There was a beat of agonizing silence; Klaus wasn’t leaving, probably waiting for a response from Diego. Vanya quietly hit Diego, trying to get him to respond. “What was that for?” Diego whispered.

“Answer him.” Vanya hissed back.

“Fine.” Diego whispered, “Okay, thanks Klaus.”

“No problem.” Klaus said back, he started to walk away before quickly coming back to the door, “Also, Allison would like to see you Vanya.”

This time it was Diego’s turn to prod Vanya to answer. “Thanks Klaus.”

Klaus did leave after that, but not before calling to them quite loudly, “Now be safe you two. You know, use a condom. And keep it down would ya?” At that Diego threw a pillow at the door which scared Klaus off as Vanya’s face bloomed a light shade of pink.

Vanya quickly pulled herself off of Diego’s bed, brushing nonexistent dirt off herself then once again fixing her hair. “I should go see what Allison wants.” Vanya said, pointedly avoiding looking at Diego.

“You probably should.” Diego agreed, getting off his own bed, standing in front of Vanya, “But first.” Diego pressed a quick kiss to her lips before literally pushing her towards the door, “Now go see what Allison wants and so I can go take a shower.”

“Good.”

“Get out.”

“Love you.”

A short ´n sweet little Peter - Irondad sickfic cause you all deserve it. Reblog or leave comments if you like it, I´m moving flats, have been packing boxes all weekend and crave some human interaction.

Mild fever and emeto here, very faint mention of painkiller overuse, but really, this is mostly fluff. Have a good start into the week, everyone!

“Mr. Stark, why aren´t you in bed?”

Tony startles when Peter´s voice interrupts him in the middle of solving a rather tricky equation. He glances up from the screen he has been bent over for the past hours.

The kid is leaning against the workshop´s doorway, eyes barely open, light brown curls sticking out in all directions. He has clearly just woken up. There´s a nasty bruise over his cheekbone that´s slowly turning purple and adds to the boys´s overall dishevelled appearance, but Tony doubts that he himself is looking any better.

“Not a night for sleeping, Pete,” he replies matter-of-factly.

Tony is always edgy after missions, and forcing himself to rest usually ends in the sort of unpleasant dreams he rather seeks to avoid. Coffee and tinkering had seemed like a more preferable choice when they had gotten back to the tower a few hours ago. However, the headache throbbing behind his eyes tells him that maybe, maybe the kid has a point.

“You...you must be tired.” Peter states, sounding a little off.

“Pfffh, a short rendez-vous with New York´s most pitiful criminals doesn´t wear Iron Man out”, he brags. “Gone without sleep for much longer in more adverse situations. My record must be somewhere at... Friday?”

“86 hours, boss. And the fact that you appear to be proud of sleep-deprivation shows that you have a serious issue with-”

“Ya ya, Mummy,” he cuts her off, facing Peter again. “Anyways, what brings you here at this ungodly hour?”

“Actually...” His protégé looks a little embarrassed. “Do you have some Advil down here? Think I´m running a fever.”

Tony swivels his chair around.

“Don´t worry, it´s not bad”, Peter hurries to add when he catches Tony´s alarmed gaze.

The older man takes a closer look at Peter. What he mistook for a casual stance in the doorway is actually an attempt of inconspicuously supporting his weight against the metal frame. The kid´s whole posture radiates tiredness, and he is a few shades paler than usual, bright red spots highlighting his cheeks.

“Friday, diagnosis?” Tony prompts, already getting up to grab the medicine. He groans when every single muscle of his body protests the sudden shift of position. God, getting old is no fun at all. He silently adds find a remedy against ageing to his mental to-do list.

“Mr. Parker´s temperature is currently at 100.6 degrees and hasn´t risen significantly during the past three hours. He is not exhibiting any symptoms of respiratory infection, so I suspect a mild virus or post-battle exhaustion as the most probable cause.”

Okay, Tony can work with that. He just needs to feed the kid some medicine and then tug him into bed. “Alarm me if the fever rises, Friday.”

“I´m okay, Mr. Stark, seriously.” Peter interferes.

“Yeah, a certain spider-lady told me the same thing a few hours ago just before passing out quite spectacularly in the middle of debrief, because she didn´t think it necessary to inform anyone about a foot-long slash wound in her abdomen. So I think it´s justified if I´m a little apprehensive right now.”

“Hey, I just came here to tell you something´s wrong, didn´t I?” Peter protests. “And how is Agent Romanov?”

“Still laid up in medical. Came to a few hours ago, Barton had to threaten her with tranquilizers to make her stay overnight. And they say I am stubborn.”

He observes suspiciously when Peter moves towards a chair and all but falls into it, gratefully accepting the glass of water Tony hands him.

“Only one, Mr. Stark?” he frowns when Tony offers him a fever-reducer.

“You´re a lightweight, be happy I´m letting you have any at all.” Tony rebuts.

“My body burns this stuff way faster than normal people´s!” he protests. “One will hardly do anything for me.”

“Okay, okay.” Tony hands out another tablet. “But that´s all you´re gonna get for the next few hours.” It´s enough if there´s one person in the room with an unhealthy relationship to all kinds of pain-numbing substances, he adds mentally, dry-swallowing two pills himself. It doesn´t escape Peter´s notice.

“Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”

“Yep,” he replies, popping the p. “Great power comes with great punch-attraction, or something like that. We fought and won a battle today, you forgot? And despite lots of rumours on the contrary, I´m still somewhat human and damageable.”

"Hmm.” Peter replies, clearly not following his mentor´s monologue. His eyes have drifted close, exhaustion taking over. Tony wonders whether he has ever been as young as the kid is looking right now.

“Hey, Pete.” He softly shakes him at the shoulder. “Nighty time, come on, let´s get you to bed.”

“Hmm.” It´s a sound of low-key disagreement this time, and Tony glimpses a spark of unease in Peter´s eyes when the boy groggily gets to his feet.

“Spit it out, kiddo,” he probes while following him through the door, trying his best not to limp. “What´s going on?”

“It´s nothing, Mr. Stark. I´m sorry.” Peter rubs his eyes while they wait for the elevator doors to open.

“Gosh, what´s that thing with teenagers and acting all mysterious?” Tony rolls his eyes. “You don´t wanna sleep, you don´t have to. Free country, free choice, all that.”

Peter looks up at him, blushing a little, but visibly relieved. Tony pretty much knows what´s going on, being intimately familiar with the motions that mind and body go through after days like these, including the desire to not being alone in an empty bed. He himself doesn´t really have a choice these days, with Pepper back in her old apartment, but he´s certainly not going to force the kid to be on his own when he doesn´t want to be.

“Movie night it is, then.” he smirks. “But I am getting the couch. Tell me, what was this Star Trek film again, the one in which they travel back into the eighties and Spock strolls around San Francisco in this hilarious beach robe...?”

They both end up on the couch, because it is by far the most comfortable piece of furniture in the living room, and despite contrary assertions, it´s clear Tony won´t let a sick kid lie down anywhere else.

The spaceship crew hasn´t even landed on earth yet when Peter is fast asleep, wrapped up tightly into a blanket, only his messy curls sticking out. Tony shoves a pillow under his head after checking his temperature and then falls back into the cushions, too exhausted to even think about getting back to the workshop.

He dozes on and off while the movie plays in the background, still too pumped to actually sleep, but oddly comfortable. He´d insist to anyone asking that his robots are all the company he needs in his life right now, thank you very much and mind your own business. But he has to admit reluctantly that it´s a nice change to have an actual human being around, even if it´s a feverish 15-year old drooling into the cushions.

The situation is faintly familiar. A few winters back he was the one laid up with a bad case of flu on this very same couch, lights dimmed, TV on, his aching head resting on Pepper´s lap - well, better not think about this now.

Peter´s fever slowly drops to around 100, but he wakes up disoriented and nauseous a few hours later, and despite the boy´s protests, Tony sits with him on the bathroom floor, awkwardly hovering behind his back when he throws up into the toilet bowl, absent-mindedly wondering when exactly he became comfortable with someone else vomiting in his immediate vicinity.

When the kid is reduced to hiccupping and spitting bile into the toilet, Tony fills a glass of water and hands it to him together with a washcloth to wipe down his sweaty face.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark”, Peter says hoarsely once he has caught his breath. “I´m sorry for this...” he trails off, cheeks coloured red from strain and embarrassment.

“No worries, kiddo.” he winks at him. “Trust me, it´s not a true battle without someone tossing cookies afterwards.”

He helps Peter to his feet, a warm feeling spreading through his chest when the boy doesn´t resist Tony´s supporting arm around his waist.

Author: CheerUpLovely Rating: gen Word Count: 2-5k Genre(s): fluff Film-specific: post-iron man Tropes: coffee, banter, flirting, post-mission, injured!tony

Summary: "Okay...so...maybe...you're going to shout at me..."