Michelle Using Book Slang With Peter,

Michelle using book slang with Peter,

Michelle: Wanna chapter 55?

Peter:

Peter, softly: What?

Michelle: nvm

Bucky's arm...

Father: Steve

Children: Natasha, Bucky and Sam

Words: 350

“Natasha, I’m going to ask this once more. Will you please give him his arm back?” Steve was fed up with his children, they were always getting into some sort of trouble. “No.” Toddler Natasha tilted her head side to side playfully. “Tasha I want my arm back!” Steve looked to his right to see a small, armless and distressed Bucky. “Little Tasha, will you please give Buck his arm back?” Natasha smirked. “You said you were only going to ask once more…” 

“Natasha,” Steve warned. “Yes?” The “innocent” child beamed. “Give Bucky his arm back.” This time he made sure it was a demand. “But what’s the fun in that?” Steve crossed his arms and sighed in defeat, watching Bucky try to mirror his movements. It was adorable watching try to fold his arms with only one arm.

“Natasha, drop the arm.” So she did. Only for Sam to come up behind her and snatch it before it could hit the ground. Bucky let out a distressed squeak. “What? That’s not fair, give me my arm!” at this point Steve had given up on the three muskrats and watched them fight over his son’s arm. 

Sam let out Redwing and gave him to Natasha, they had to keep in touch somehow… Steve took their comms away. Natasha and Redwing ran out to the kitchen and waited for Sam to catch up. Once Sam made it to the kitchen with Bucky’s arm, he passed it over to Natasha and hid in the pantry. Natasha ran back to the living room, in hopes to trick Buck. 

Bucky sprinted into the kitchen, panting from all the running around the house he had been doing. “Where… are you… guys?” He crouched down to his knees and took a couple deep breaths. Just as he started to gain his energy back he was spooked by Sam jumping out from the pantry. 

“AHH!” Bucky fell to the floor and glared at Sam dramatically. Soon Steve walked in with his daughter and his son’s arm in his hands. “Ok guys, that’s enough for today,” Steve chuckled.

Pepper: It looks like it's gonna be a white Christmas this year!

Tony: It's supposed to rain on the 24th

Pepper, covering Morgan, Peter, Harley and Nebula's ears:

A defensive Vision covering Wanda's ears:

Natasha covering Clint's ears:

Bucky and Steve struggling to cover each other's ears:

Stephen: STOP.

Tony's Nicknames

Ironman 1

~ Calls Rhodey as honey bear, platypuss & sourpatch

~ Calls Stan Lee as Larry king

Ironman 2

~ Calls Avengers a Super Secret Boy Band

~ Calls Black Widow a Triple Impostor

Avengers

~ Calls Loki as Reindeer games, rock of ages, full tilt diva

~ Calls Captain america as Capsicle, older fellow, old man

~ Calls Thor as Shakespeare in the park, point break

~ Calls Sceptor a glow stick of destiny

~ Calls Hawkeye as Legolas

Ironman 3

~ Calls Happy hogan as Forehead of security

~ Calls Mandarin / Trevor as Sir Laurence Obliviate, Meryl Streep & Ringo

~ Calls a bad guy as Pony Tail express

Avengers Age of Ultron

~ Calls Ultron as Junior

~ Calls Scarlett witch a little witch

~ Calls Bruce banner as puny banner

~ Calls Hawkeye’s wife a little minx

Captain America Civil War

~ Calls Peter Parker as Spider-ling, Crime fighting spider, Spider boy & Underoos

~ Calls Bucky as Manchurian candidate

Avengers Infinity War

~ Calls Ebony Maw as Squidward

~ Calls Dr Strange as The Wizards

~ Calls the space ship as a flying donut

~ Calls Drax Mr Clean

~ Calls Star Lord as Mr. Lord, Flash Gordon

Avengers End Game

~ Calls Nebula as the Blue Meanie

~ Calls Rocket as Build-a-bear, Ratchet

~ Calls Dr Strange as Bleecker Street Magician

~ Calls Thor as Lebowski

~ Calls Hulk as Jolly Green

~ Calls Antman as Thumbelina, Stuart Little & Piss-ant

~ Calls himself as Howard Potts

Iconic "Tony Stank"

Best Of Friends

Pairing: No pairing, just soft Tony ;)

A/N: Takes place somewhere between Iron man 3 and Avengers Age of Ultron. I haven’t posted this one on Watty yet soooo....

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"So, what are we going to do while Rhodes and Pep are gone?" Tony looked up from the fashion magazine he was skimming through, clearly uninterested in the clothing and only paying attention to the models. "We could watch a Christmas movie?" Natasha was bored out of her mind and Christmas movies with a nice cup of hot cocoa sounded relaxing. 

Tony threw the magazine to the side and got out two mugs, he knew exactly how Nat liked her cocoa. "Jarvis, heat some water please," he pondered for a moment "and turn on the fireplace as well," 

"Of course, sir," The AI obligated to Starks command, Jarvis also knew that Tony would like the TV on for later. He knew his boss too well. 

Natasha walked out to get cozy blankets and socks, she loved being warm. Tony chuckled when he saw her try and make it down the stairs, blankets and pillows were stacked on top of each other, blocking her view. Once she got to the bottom she lowered them just a bit and shot Tony a soft smile. 

Tony placed down the hot chocolates on their rightfully owned coasters Definitely not the Black Widow and Iron Man ones. Natasha threw the pile of comfies on the couch then jumped on it, giggling like crazy. 

In the compound, she felt like she finally had a family, a family she never had before. She could be herself, or she could be complete grumpy pants and they’d still love her. Sure, she acted as though she hates the boys, but in reality, she couldn’t imagine her life without them. 

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Moments had passed and Pepper, Rhodey and one other were making their way through Tony's doors. 

"We're back" Pepper singsonged, voice filled with amusement. But she didn't receive a response, which filled her with worry. "Tony?" She called out as she walked to the kitchen, Rhodey and the little surprise following close behind. 

"I believe Boss and Ms. Romanov are in the living room, sleeping," Jarvis called, spooking the little Harley the two had snuck in. "Thank you, Jarvis," Rhodey offered Hayley a cookie from the McDonalds they got on the way back.  

Pepper walked into the living room, you could hear her shoes click on the tile floor. Once she reached it, she cooed at the sight. Tony and Natasha were curled up in a blanket next to each other, the fireplace and Home Alone on, cups of hot chocolate now abandoned on the coffee table, most likely cold.  

Harley soon sauntered to where Pepper, Tasha and Tony were. He took the last bite of his stale fast food cookie and brushed past his mother figure. A small smile grew on his face as he lifted part of the blanket to snuggle into the mechanic. 

The little gesture lightly awoke Tony from his slumber. Normally, he would be grumpy

But realizing it was his kid next to him filled him with joy. Tony then looked to his other side and saw his little widow snuggled into his arm. 

To say he felt safe around these two would’ve been an understatement. He loved both Tasha and Harley unconditionally and nothing can change the fact that they were like his own children. So, he hugged both of them tighter and slowly fell back into his little nap. 

“Jarvis, could you take a photo?” Rhodey smirked from behind Pepper. Soft Tony was only around his loved ones, possibly a wall-climbing spider in the future but whatever breaks its way into his heart is a mystery. 

Wish You Well

Inspired by Song of the day

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader

Words: 252

Warnings: Endgame spoilers!!

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You reminisced about her eyelashes, so luscious and long. They would stand up just right, the bold black they presented made them even more impressive. You remembered the first time the both of you met, you asked where she got her lashes done then stood in shock when she claimed they were her own. 

What a great first impression.

You felt her ghosted lips on yours, craving the feeling again. You’d imagined them meeting yours for so long. But you couldn’t help it, her lips were just the right shade of pink. Not to mention, they were so full and tasted like candy. 

Now, every time you ate cotton candy, you thought of her. Her, and her outstanding eyes, the same green optics that reminded you of a cat. Then, you thought of her cat-like reflexes. How fast and sneaky she was. And how amazing she looked in that tight, midnight black super suit of hers. 

She had these fantastic red bunches of hair that would frame her face oh so perfectly. 

Gosh, how you wondered what she could be up to at that moment. Her perfect face surrounded by her ideal hair. Because the last time you saw her eyes, they were glossy. Her eyelashes had been coated with her tears. Her lips had peanut butter sandwich crumbs.

You queried how long this minute would be. Because you couldn’t stand waiting another second of hoping. Hoping that she was alright where she was…

Wishing she was well up in the clouds.