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I have also grown fond of these Chaotic Dumbasses. For reference, Peter was four in the original story here and he is now seven.

Maria learns about Pepper and Tony going to the human realm when, during the Spring Ball, Sarah had asked her where Tony was, because Steve wouldn’t tell her and they really needed to decide what season the wedding would be, because Maria was a Winter Fae, Howard had been from a Summer court, and the Rogers held Spring Court. “Wedding,” Maria repeats, trying not to show off how surprised she is. “What wedding? What do you mean Steven won’t tell you where he is?” “Uh,” Sarah says. “Steve tells me he left sweet peas and chrysanthemums on Tony’s porch, and that’s how we declare our intentions, so...” “What the fuck is a porch?!” Maria sputters. Sarah has never been more terrified in her life. Maria has always been cool, calm, and collected--any anger she felt was carefully hidden behind a smile until she could get revenge privately, because she considered public chastising ‘gauche.’ It’s a well-known fact that Maria is not to be trifled with, both in the Seelie and Unseelie courts. So she’s isn’t going to be the fucking idiot who lies to her. “It’s a human thing, I think?” “A human thing,” Maria repeats, voice devoid of emotion. Sarah does not cringe, but barely. “Yes. A human thing.” “ANTHONY EDWARD STARK,” Maria rages, releasing a surge of magic, and every fae at court makes the conscious decision to forget they heard his full name, because if there was one thing more dangerous than a Queen of Court’s ire, it was knowing her child’s name. Tony drops the basket of vegetables he’d been carrying and clutches his chest, bending over with a whimper. “Oh.” “Tony?” May asks in concern, setting her own basket down to grab him so he doesn’t just keel over. “My mother just walked over my grave,” Tony whispers. “Save yourself.”

“You guys have been here for three years, certainly Tony’s mother would have noticed sooner?” May asks as she packs a suitcase. “Time is different for us,” Pepper begins mysteriously, and then grimaces. “Also Tony avoids court events like the plague so Maria sort of expects him not to come.” “Sounds like Tony,” May agrees reluctantly. Steve appears beside them between one breath and the next, looking pale. “She’s coming.” “So,” Tony says grimly. “This is how I die.” “Your mother’s not going to kill you, Tony,” May scoffs. When the other two fae look uncertain, she firmly repeats, “She’s not going to kill you.” “Well, I mean, we left out realm without a word to her, went gallivanting about with humans, and now Tony has gotten engaged without any of the proper courting that is expected for a fae Queen’s son,” Pepper points out. “It would be a miracle for her to choose not to kill him. And me,” she adds thoughtfully. “May please pack faster we really need to get out of here before Tony’s mother arrives.” “Aunt May!” Peter says cheerfully. “I got my bag packed and put it in the car and this really pretty lady asked me if Pepper and Tony lived here and I said yes!” “FUCK!” May exclaims as Pepper and Steve immediately faint. She should honestly just leave them there for Maria to kill. They’d deserve it.

Maria Stark is as beautiful as Peter had said. She also grabs Tony by the throat as soon as she sees him. “You have embarrassed me in front of the other courts,” she seethes. “Yes,” Tony agrees, choking. “WHAT THE FUCK,” May exclaims when she sees this. She looks around, spots the broom, and grabs it, turning to wallop Maria in the head with it. “PUT HIM DOWN GOD FUCK YOU FAE I HATE YOU YOU’RE SO STUPID.” “Hit her again!” Peter cheers, bouncing behind May. Maria has been chased down by humans with a variety of weapons, but a broom has never been one of them, and she can’t decide if she’s offended or impressed. She settles on deciding later, instead setting Tony down and grabbing the broom. It immediately withers to dust in her hands. “I just trained that broom,” Tony says sadly. “Tony,” Maria says, voice as hard as steel. “You will be returning home with me immediately.” Tony turns to look up from the broom-dust, surprised. Then his face does something terrible, and he sneers and says, “I will not.” “Tony,” Maria snarls. “I hate it there!” Tony snarls back. Suddenly Maria doesn’t look as ethereal, as deadly--now she just looks surprised, as if she was just a regular human mother who had been told that her son didn’t like the piano lessons she’d insisted upon. “What do you mean, you hate it there?” “Nobody likes me there!” Tony snaps. “They pretend to, sure, but only because they’re afraid of me! Or worse, they’re afraid of you. The Rogers’ court were the only ones who weren’t intimidated by me, and I thought maybe I’d found somewhere I could belong where people wouldn’t treat me differently. Then I accidentally offended them, and I was told in no uncertain terms not to come back! What was I supposed to do? Come back to your court and be miserable? Pepper was my only friend there and she was leaving! She was the only one who cared about how I felt! So I followed her here, and it’s the best choice I’ve ever made! I haven’t even said yes to Steve yet, and do you know why?” “I’m sure I don’t,” Maria says softly, because she’s coming to realize she doesn’t know her son at all. “Because I know if I say yes, he’ll want me to come back to the fae, and I don’t want that! I don’t want to go back where people don’t like me!” Tony exclaims, tears glistening in his eyes. “Tony,” Steve and Pepper say from the doorway, feeling as if he’s just ripped their hearts out. Peter pushes past May and looks up at him sadly. “Me and Aunt May like you, Tony.” “I know,” Tony chokes out, and then he leans down to scoop Peter up into a hug and walks out onto the porch so he can sit on the swinging bench there. Maria stares after him, stricken, then disappears between one breath and the next. Steve and Pepper are quick to follow, there one moment and gone the next. May stares at where the fae had been, then silently walks out onto the porch to sit down beside Tony and wrap her arm around him.

May had known, of course, that Tony had been... hurt. It shone through when he least expected it to, like when he was out scolding his plants, or babysitting Peter, or after a happy couple were bickering over which veggies to get for dinner. He would stand there, and sigh, and his shoulders would drop, as if to say ‘this is the best I’ll ever get--and I should be happy with it.’ But she’d thought, perhaps foolishly, that Tony was getting better. So with the knowledge that he hadn’t, Tony had just gotten better at hiding it, she arrives early to farmers market and tells everyone that Tony is considering moving to a different market because a rich ‘Karen’ type had told him he was cute. Underhanded? Perhaps. But she learned from her girlfriend how to manipulate people for good. “You’re so nice, Tony, we love having you here,” Clint says, and Tony blinks at him in bewilderment even as he sneaks another box of cherry tomatoes into Clint’s bag because Lucky loves cherry tomatoes. “I’m so grateful for you lending an ear whenever I’m trying to puzzle out my next step in my thesis, Tony,” Bruce tells him, and takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, and Tony just smiles back shyly. “You’re so good at what you do, Tony, and your face lights up so beautifully whenever you talk to people about what they’re going to make with your produce,” Thor praises. “I didn’t like very many vegetables before, and you’ve singlehandedly made me enjoy eating them. You’re a treasure.” Tony blushes and covers his cheeks and pretends he doesn’t see Loki putting another box of green tomatoes in their bag. “I like you,” Natasha says simply, and when Tony’s face goes all scrunched up, trying not to cry, she sets down the bag of zucchini loaf she’d made for him and walks around the table to bring him into a hug. May is pretty proud of herself, because Tony seems to bloom under the praise, and his smile looks a little more genuine with each person. She’s just about to ask Tony if he wants her to relieve him so he can go walk off some nervous energy or get some lunch or something all of the sudden the hair on the back of her neck stands on end, and she whips around to see a family standing in front of Tony’s booth, and Tony looks quietly terrified. “Can I help you?” May asks, stepping up beside him, and he grabs her hand and squeezes. “We just wanted to see who the new fae is,” one of the men says, and May is immediately disgruntled. If this is a pissing contest or they tell Tony he needs to leave, she’s throwing the entire goddamn table at them. The matron seems to sense this, and holds her hand out to May in amusement. “Roberta Rhodes. Don’t worry, dear, we left court life long ago. Didn’t agree with me.” “I’m May,” May replies magnanimously, taking her hand. “And this is Tony Stark.” “Tony Stark?!” Roberta sputters, and then gives Tony another up-and-down. Then she laughs and laughs, and walks away still laughing, followed by the rest of her family. May stares after her, frowning in concern. “What the hell was that?” “Mama and Maria Stark were what humans call ‘frenemies,’” the remaining fae explains, looking amused, and holds his hand out as well. “James. Or Jim, I’m not picky.” He turns a smile on Tony. “If I know my mama, and I do, she’s gonna tell everyone that you’re under her protection just because she knows it’ll piss your mom off.” Somehow, Tony looks delighted by this. “Would you like to come to dinner?” May asks sweetly. “May for the love of frogs will you STOP INVITING FAE TO THINGS SO YOU DON’T GET FUCKING CURSED,” Tony snarls, turning toward her. Jim laughs.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Helen Cho/Thor (Marvel) Characters: Helen Cho (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel) Additional Tags: Round Robin, Ice Skating, Avengers Family, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Matchmaking, First Kiss, Injury, Asgard, Background Relationships Summary:

What starts out as a charity event with reluctant participants turns into a matchmaking scheme gone weird and a very unplanned trip to Asgard.

 Participants: @rebelmeg, @lronhusbands, @dracusfyre, @polizwrites, @somesortofitalianroast, @darthbloodorange, @summerpipedream, @tehroserose, @fightingforcreativity, @dreaminglypeach

Heads up: this is a bit nsfwish but like not explicit

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“If I don’t threaten you with a good time how else can I convince you to go with me?” Tony retorted as he looked at Bucky’s reflection in the mirror. “You’re really gonna make me third-wheel tonight?”

Bucky groaned as he plopped down onto their bed. “But Stevie and Sharon are so... disgusting.”

Tony barked out a laugh. Bucky wasn’t wrong, but to be honest, Tony knew that the only reason why Steve and Sharon were so heavy with their PDA whenever the four of them would go out on double dates or just to hang out was because they knew how much it annoyed Bucky. (But Tony would never tell Bucky that). 

The shorter man turned back around and headed towards their bed, laying his body next to Bucky. Tony leaned his body closer, placing his lips next to Bucky. “C’mon, honey. If you go, just think about all the fun we can have after... like my mouth on your cock... then you fucking me as hard as you want.” 

Bucky gulped and let out another groan.

Tony smirked, knowing full well what his husband was thinking about. “You’re getting hard aren’t you?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Of course I’m getting hard! How can I not be, with you teasing me like that.”

Tony batted his eyelashes, “So, are you going to go tonight?”

Tony sniffled and bit his lip. He wasn’t going to cry. He refused to give Mason the fucking satisfaction. Anyway-- ‘Stark men were made of iron’-- he wasn’t a sissy. And if he cried, that’d only prove everyone right, and he wasn’t a baby. He was younger than them, but he wasn’t...

God, who even gave a shit anyway? They were just dumb college kids. Couldn’t even grasp complex theoretical physics yet, so why did Tony want anything to do with them? They could keep to themselves, and Tony would do the same. So what, he’d tried to pluck up some courage and sit with some of the other guys in his class and they’d laughed him off the table? So what if Mason Fucking Mellors had stuck his foot out from under the table and sent him flying through the cafeteria to the jeering of the entire school? He didn’t fucking care. It was an experiment, and it had failed, that was all. Record the data and don’t make the same mistake twice.

He didn’t need friends. Howard told him that often enough- he needed to focus his mind on more important things. Inventions and weapons designs, taking on his father’s mantle. 

(It was so lonely at stupid fucking MIT, so so so lonely, and sometimes Tony wondered whether anyone would even care if he--)

That night, he locked himself up in the workshop, bottle of whiskey in his too-young fingers, and promised himself he’d create something worth giving a shit about. Something that’d turn their heads, make them wish they’d been friends with him. It was vindictive and childish, but he imagined turning them down. Saying no, he was better than that, better than them. 

He knew he wouldn’t do it, not in reality. He was pathetic and desperate, and he just wanted someone to pretend they liked him. It didn’t even have to be real. They could just smile at him, maybe, and Tony would use his imagination for the rest. It was better than eating alone, living alone, being alone. 

But anyway. He pretended that he would be cruel to them as he twisted and screwed the bolts into place. He pretended he would sneer at their backtracking, laugh in their faces when they tried to apologise. He got drunker and drunker with every passing thought, every line of code. By the time he was done 4 days later, the first, second, third bottle had long since been emptied, and his home was a mess. He could barely even stand straight, but as he wobbled on his feet, he heard the robot in front of him beep and stir, reaching out his claw to keep Tony steady. 

Tony looked up at it, glassy-eyed. It was bigger than he’d initially planned. But the AI was fully functioning, and when it beeped, it sounded pleased. Tony could hardly even remember what he’d programmed it to do, but whatever it was, he was sure it was super cool. 

“Hey,” he slurred, reaching out a hand and then stroking gently along the bot’s large claw. In response, it beeped three times, claw waving through the air like a bobbing leaf on a stream. Tony laughed. “Y’re g’na be a... helper bot, right? Gonna help me?”

Another beep. The claw rubbed against the side of Tony’s arm, before opening and grabbing him, gently starting to tug him over to the chair at his desk. Tony blinked, stumbling to follow, and let his robot pull him down onto the seat. When the task was complete, the bot chirped happily and lifted its claw into the air like a fist-pump of triumph. 

Tony blinked rapidly, suddenly remembering the commands and codes he’d programmed into the thing. He wobbled where he was sat and felt a painful sting behind his eyes, looking adamantly at the table for a moment as he willed the tears back. The robot paused, and then gave a confused beep. It must have thought it had done something incorrectly. This was not the designated response Tony had designed it to create. 

Unwilling to make the bot unhappy so early on, he looked up and gave the robot’s camera-eye his best smile. The information was processed and, satisfied that its objective was complete, the bot began to beep contentedly again. Tony huffed, wiping his eyes hastily and then settling his hand over the long arm of his robot. 

“You gonna be my friend?” He whispered, stroking his fingers back and forth across the metal arm, “please?”

His robot, in response, turned his claw to the three-day-old glass of water on Tony’s desk, and attempted to shuffle it over. Instead, he spilled it everywhere, and Tony just watched the puddle of water slowly drip onto his lap, unable to stop the smile that curled into his mouth as he looked back up at his bot. 

“Ya big dummy,” he said with a roll of his eyes, sagging into the chair. Now that he’d finally finished, he was bone-tired and exhausted. “Hey... Dummy. That’s... that’s a good--”

When he woke up again, he noticed two things:

One, it was disgustingly bright in his room, which meant someone had opened his fucking blinds and exposed him to terrible, awful sunlight. And Two, he was covered in a blanket, and about one inch from his face was a glass of water, held between a big chrome claw. It moved the glass forward a little and poked him in the nose with it. 

He blinked. Hungover didn’t even describe it, and cleaning everything up from his robotics binge was going to be a nightmare. But at least... well, it seemed one beneficial thing had come from it. 

He took the glass shakily and then leaned forward, resting his forehead into the cool surface of his robot’s claw. The robot pushed back, and for a moment Tony wished he’d given it two arms. Then it could have given hugs. And he was far too ill to think about how pathetic that sounded, so he let it lie and took a sip of water instead, hearing a single beep from his bot. 

Something Truly Shocking

“Well, you and your pasty whiteRussian skin aren’t going to get sunburned, at any rate,” Bucky said, smirking.“Gotta admire his focus. There’s not a centimeter on your back or front that’snot well-coated in sunscreen.”

The fact that Tony had invented a littlesunscreen-spraying bot had nothing to do with Bucky’s amusement. That washis story and Bucky was sticking to it. Especially with Nat giving him thatlook that meant he was about a hair’s breadth away from being stabbed.

Nicely, because Natasha did love him, after all. But it was still goingto be a stab wound, and Bucky hated having to explain that shit to people.

And speak of the devil... Tonyswanned into the room with an empty coffee cup and paused to examine the bot’ssuccess. Nat -- nothing if not persistent -- posed alluringly for him. Tony...did not seem to notice. He leaned over to make sure the bot’s coverage hadgotten the tops of her feet. “Hey, it did okay!” he said cheerfully. “I have tosay, fixing the nozzle so the sunscreen wouldn’t gum up the whole deliverymechanism was a bit of a challenge, but I think I did okay!” Beaming, he sweptpast them, aiming for the coffee pot.

“You’d do better if you could looklike the coffee pot,” Bucky told Nat under his breath. Not that Tony was payingany attention to either of them, and if it hadn’t been so tragic, Bucky mighthave actually been offended.

He and Nat were, in the words of atleast a dozen magazines now, the hottestcouple from the coldest lands.Why neither of them could get Tony Stark to even glance at them was beyondBucky’s comprehension.

Nat adjusted her bikini top (Buckyhadn’t realized it could get any lower) and winked at Bucky as she crossed theroom to stand next to Tony. She leaned on the counter, arching her back andfluttering her eyelashes. “You need a little sugar for you coffee, Tony?” shepurred.

“Uh.” Oh, hey, she’d finally doneit! “No, I... I prefer it black.” Damn. “I’ve got some things to take care ofdownstairs. See you guys later. Have fun at the pool!” And he was gone again.

Before Bucky could even voice aninvitation that Tony join them. Not that watching Tony parade around therooftop pool in a pair of form-fitting swim trunks was going to do Bucky anygood. Unlike Nat, who could get away with the water’s cold as an excuse for whyher bikini was showing off nipples that could cut glass, Bucky’s erection was alittle… less suited for polite company. And they couldn’t seem to get Tony toentertain the option of impolite company.

“You’re doing it wrong,”Bucky said, shaking his head.

Nat glared at him, which wasinteresting, given that she hadn’t bothered to straighten up again from thatprovocative lean. “You’re questioning my methods?”

Well, Bucky always did live on theedge. “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” He sighed. “Wanna hitthe pool anyway, since we’re both dressed for it? I’ll lap you a few times andyou can work out your frustrations.”

Nat’s eyes narrowed and shestraightened, putting her hands on her hips. “Well, if you’re so smart, how wouldyou go about it?”

“We -- er,” Bucky stammered, tryingto come up with something earth shatteringly brilliant on the fly. He wasusually too busy thinking about the end results -- a Tony-sandwich -- to figureout how to get there. “Could try somethin’ truly shocking.”

“Like what?”

“Ask him.”

Nat rolled her eyes and opened hermouth to tell him just how dumb an idea that was, and then hesitated.

“It’s Tony.The man’s got like eight sex tapes out on the internet. What the hell are wegonna say t’him that’ll upset him? If he ain’t interested, he’s not gonna makeit weird, later.”

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Characters: James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Dummy (Iron Man movies), You (Iron Man movies), Butterfingers (Iron Man movies), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Mama Rhodes, Lisa and Michelle Rhodes Additional Tags: Howard and Maria Stark mentioned, Edwin and Ana Jarvis mentioned, Pepper Potts mentioned - Freeform, Carol Danvers mentioned - Freeform, MIT Era, MIT bros, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark at MIT, Best Friends, Bot fic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Proud Bot Dads Chapter 7 - I'm Always Gonna Be Here For You

Summary: JARVIS is born, Afghanistan happens, and Rhodey reminds Tony of what he needs to hear.

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