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Anonymous asked:
I wish you would write a fic where.... Peter saves Tony's life at a Gala (takes a bullet, let's himself get taken somewhere, etc.)
I hope you don’t mind that I turned it into a Penny Parker fic :) Also, I’ve had part of this sitting around forever without knowing what to do with it, so thank you for giving me an idea!!
Penny Parker had never been a fan of Tony Stark.
Her Aunt Pepper, related to her by friendship rather than blood, assured Penny when she came to live with her at thirteen at that she wouldn’t have to deal with paparazzi or the antics of the Avengers or anything like that...that she and her boss-slash-ex-boyfriend were on a break and that they would live in Pepper’s apartment and that everything would be fine. That Penny could live a normal life.
And it wasn’t that Penny hated the Avengers or even Tony Stark. She knew that they were superheroes, and that was pretty cool. But she also had years of memories of her godmother and best friend of her uncle Ben, who she’d lived with up until his murder in an alley in Queens, missing birthday parties and school concerts and academic decathlon meetings and graduations to cater to her boss’s every need. Pepper had also never brought Tony Stark to any of these events, leaving Penny to assume that the man had no interest in her Aunt Pepper’s family or friends even after they started dating. So yeah, the Avengers were fine and Iron Man was important and all that...they were heroes or whatever. But Penny wasn’t a huge fan of Tony Stark.
When she first came to live with Pepper, it had taken two months for her to officially meet the man, the myth, the legend. Pepper had been working late and had texted her after school to ask her to come to the Tower instead of going back to their apartment. Immediately, Penny had called her instead of texting back.
“Avengers tower?” she’d asked the moment her aunt had picked up the phone, a whine in her voice that she’d tried to hide.
“What...give me just a second, Tony,” her aunt had murmured before answering. “Yes, Avengers tower.”
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Foster girl Penny AU—maybe one of the avengers takes her in?
Penny had been in the foster system for two years when a woman named Pepper Potts takes her in.
Yes. That Pepper Potts.
At first, she thinks it’s a joke. But then the woman takes her to her home, to her huge, beautiful New York apartment.
Penny is hesitant. Quiet. She knows who Pepper Potts works for. And she knows that her side job patrolling the streets of Queens...well, now Brooklyn, in a sweatshirt after school, is something that might just show up on Tony Stark’s radar.
So she does her best to stay withdrawn. To keep to herself. But Pepper is kind and she is patient and soon, Penny’s need for some kind of comfort overrides her need to keep herself aloof in order to hide her secret.
Penny meets Tony Stark a few months after going to live with Pepper, and he is nothing but kind and welcoming. He finds out that she loves science and goes to a STEM school and invites her to take a look at his lab. She knows that he is dating Pepper, and it is nice to know that he won’t make Pepper send her back if they get married.
Send her back, she thinks with a sad smile. Like a dog. Or a coffee machine.
Six months later, Pepper catches her in the suit, and Penny breaks down. Begs her not to send her back...begs her not to make her leave. She sobs and drops down onto her bed, face hidden in her hands, and Pepper sits beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Oh honey...I wouldn’t send you back.”
“I just...I have these powers and...and I wanted to help people.”
Pepper just sighs and holds her close, kissing her hair. “Baby...I know. I understand. Trust me, I understand.” After a moment, she pulls away and wipes a thumb under Penny’s eye. “I know someone else that makes it their job to help people.”
“Mr. Stark?” Penny guesses, and Pepper laughs.
“Yeah. Tony. In fact...”. She looks at the sweatshirt and gives a soft smile. “I think this is something he might be able to help with.
Send me AUs and I’ll write some headcanons.
I love this so much
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So this is from a prompt by the lovely @zissa93 who is so kind to send me awesome prompts! I kind of went with a Veronica Mars vibe in this one.
***TRIGGER WARNING! This fic deals with the aftermath of sexual assault, and rape is mentioned. It is not graphic, and the actual assault is not depicted.***
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Wake Me Up (When It’s All Over)
When Penny opened her eyes, she felt a flash of confusion. Her head was pounding, and her mouth felt painfully dry. Swallowing and wincing against the sandpaper feeling, she brought a heavy hand to her head and flinched. She didn’t recognize the ceiling she was staring at…it wasn’t the medbay, which would have made more sense because she felt like death warmed over. But she hadn’t been patrolling the night before…had she?
No…no, she’d…she’d gone to a party? Had she passed out? She must have, she thought as she closed her eyes and winced at the pain in her head. Penny remembered talking with Ned. She remembered Ned leaving. And she remembered…someone handing her a drink. A red plastic cup pushed into her hand. And then drinking it. She had been almost ready to leave. Catch the bus and head home. But then she’d tasted the fruity drink in the cup and…and then it was a blank.
Groaning, Penny pressed her fingers into her temple. She’d told May that she was going to a party with Ned, and that the two of them would be sleeping over at his place. But…right.
Ned hadn’t just gone home. They’d gotten into a fight. What about? She searched her memory but couldn’t remember why they’d fought. They’d both had a cup of the same fruity drinks earlier, and they’d been laughing and dancing a little. The party was at one of the nicer suburb houses, with a pool in the backyard. Their senior year started in less than two weeks and so Penny had wanted to let loose a little. Have fun.
So she’d gone to the party hosted by one of the newly-graduated seniors with Ned. They’d known the girl throwing the party through a friend of a friend…of an acquaintance. And Ned hadn’t been thrilled about the party, but he’d agreed to accompany her. Penny cast her mind back, trying to ignore the throbbing…which was weird. It was really weird that she would have a throbbing headache, because she burned through morphine in fifteen minutes flat…so why would she have a hangover?
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I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
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I choose to believe Peter Parker curses like a sailor, but never in front of Aunt May, from whom he learned to curse,
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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
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why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
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I actually had to do this once. She lived.
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if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
reblog.
help.
do not scroll down.
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I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE SCROLLS PAST THIS WITHOUT REBLOGGING I WILL LITTERALLY FIND THEM AND GIVE THEM A LECTURE
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may I just update this?
see the little thing that says help?
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Don’t ever scroll past this post. FUCKING NEVER SCROLL PAST!!!
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Save a life
Don’t scroll by this! Reblog!!! Save a life!
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Reblog please!
You should know how to do this, just in case.
-FemaleWarrior
reblog for the modern-tumblr update info!
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The Amazing Spider-Girl by Emily_F6 @justme–emily; art by zuusiee @myyszka and @mochi-muncher (Promo art by @myyszka)
Summary: After being bitten by a spider on a field trip to Oscorp, Penny Parker is forced to go on the run with her girlfriend when she finds herself being hunted by Norman Osborn.
Relationships/pairings: Penny Parker/Michelle Jones, Penny Parker and Tony Stark
Warnings: No warnings apply
Look for this fic June 9th!
This story by @justme–emily is absolutely wonderful! I had the pleasure of beta-reading it and can only recommend it.
I have agonized so much over this story, and I want to thank @jolinarjackson from the bottom of my heart for assuring me every step of the way they my story wasn’t trash, and I want to thank @myyszka and @mochi-muncher for being my artists!!! ❤️❤️❤️
I. Am. So. Excited!!!! Can‘t wait till June😍😍😍
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A gift for @justme--emily . This drawing was inspired by her fenomenal story The Guardian.
OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! This is absolutely beautiful!!! Thank you!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is amazing!
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A Penny Parker prompt challenge using:
- “If you don’t want to talk about it, just say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
- “I’m just tired.”
- “You’re not broken.”
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There had been an orange sky, dust filling it, darkness surrounding it, then nothing. Penny couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She didn’t know where she was. Was she… in space? But there weren’t any stars or planets. Just… nothing. Had she died? She didn’t know. But she was scared. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t - wanted to scream for help, but she couldn’t. She was alone in what she couldn’t only describe as nothingness. She was-
“Earth to Penelope,” Tony’s voice sounded from her left.
“Huh?” Penny suddenly jerked her head toward him, her eyes widening as they focused back into reality. “Oh, um, yeah. What, uh… What were you saying?”
“I was asking if you had everything packed for your trip,” He raised a brow. “But apparently the desk was more interesting.”
“Right. Um, yeah, I’ve got everything. I think.” Penny blinked, her eyes turning back down toward her notepad. Tony watched her carefully, eyes narrowing as he noticed her mannerisms.
“You okay, kid? You seem a little out of it,” he suggested.
“Oh, I… I’m just tired.” She shook her head as a huff of breath escaped from her nostrils. She’d hoped it was believable enough. After all, she’d been down in the lab all afternoon, brainstorming new ideas for suit upgrades and testing them out with Tony’s help.
On the other hand, she was almost positive that Tony had noticed her being a bit more… spaced out since after the battle against Thanos. Things had gone back to normal, or as close to normal as they could be. But Penny didn’t feel normal at all. She’d been gone for five years. Five years she’d missed out on her life - on the people in her life.
Not to mention the invasive thoughts that had seemed to plague her mind every day. They were always about the same thing - nothingness. The same nothingness that she’d experienced after she was turned to dust. The same nothingness that she was alone in, and no one was coming to help, no matter how loud she tried to cry for help.
She could barely think straight, let alone try and focus on enjoying a somewhat normal life now that Thanos was gone. They’d won, and everyone she loved was here with her. She was still herself, right? But why did she feel so out of place? So different. Like she wasn’t herself.
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an irondad foster care! bio dad! au inspired by @agib-2002
-Peter is in foster care after his mother, father, uncle, and aunt die
-Basically he has nowhere to go
-His current foster parents live in midtown’s district
-And so he goes there
-Its the first school he’s ever really enjoyed going to
-And he doesn’t have a lot of friends, but the ones he has are good
-His parents are not good, though
-They don’t like him, and constantly tell him that.
-They say that hes a waste of space
-They say he’s worthless
-And that they don’t like to hear him speak
-They don’t give him much choice in anything
-They don’t make casual conversation
-They tell him that he’s why his family died
-And that nobody loves him
-And so when there’s an application for an after school internship, he signs up
-He doesn’t even know where it is
-He just wants to get away from home
-But nobody knows this
-He gets the internship and surprise! Its at stark industries
-It makes him feel really nice
-Like maybe he is worth something
-And when the day comes he tells his foster parents that he’ll be home late
-And they say “good”
-“But don’t be late for dinner. If you are, you won’t get it.”
-It puts a damper on his mood
-So he puts on the nicest shirt he owns and a pair of khakis
-And heads to stark tower after school
-He nervously heads to the receptionist’s desk and says he’s here for the internship
-She kindly takes him up to the lab levels
-And peter thinks he’ll be working with other interns on low level stuff
-Wrong
-His test scores got him a very high position
-Personal lab assistant to tony stark
-Pretty sweet, huh
-And so the receptionist deposits him at the entrance to his lab
-And shes like “i dont have the clearance for in there honey”
-So he waits for a while, just listening to the music blaring through the door
-He knocks quietly, then waits
-Nothing
-He knocks again and again
-Nothing
-So he decides to just see if the door will open
-It does
-Huh
-He pokes his head in there and sees tony working on something across the room
-He asks quietly “mr. stark?”
-Tony whips around
-Like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP” style
-And he asks peter (pretty meanly) “who are you and why are you here?”
-“Um, im sorry mr stark my name is peter? I’m your lab assistant?”
-And tonys like “agh sorry kid i forgot that was today.”
-He turns the music down and invites peter in properly
-“So peter, huh. Tell me about yourself. Where do you go to school, what you like, where do you live, who are your parents, yadda yadda”
-And peters like “uhhhhhh i go to midtown and i like science”
-He doesn’t really know what to do because he’s being spoken to like another adult
-Not a kid that he doesn’t want
-He conveniently doesn’t say anything about his parents because ~touchy subject~
-and tonys like okay enough small talk lets get sciencing
-So peter gets a lab tour and a rundown of the rules
-There’s only a few
-Don’t make stupid decisions
-Always check your math before using things that could blow up
-Bringing snacks is encouraged because tony gets hungry too
-And please please please don’t freak if another avenger comes in here
-Tony has the bright idea to test peters knowledge in the different areas of science
-So for the first days, they do lots of chemistry stuff
-Peter is very good at chemistry
-Then its physics
-Peter is also very good at physics
-Then they do engineering
-Peter is also very good at engineering
-This happens over a week or so
-Tony notices that peter doesn’t talk much
-And only speaks when directly spoken to
-He does what he’s told
-But not in a good way like a robotic way
-Whenever things go flying in an experiment he flinches
-And he isn’t the biggest fan of loud noises
-But tony doesnt say anything
-And after a couple of months, not a lot changes
-He talks a bit more freely, but the physical things don’t change
-And somehow the topic of parents comes up
-And tony’s like “yeah my mom was italian what about yours”
-Peter says he doesn’t know
-So tony says “yoooo we should do one of those genetics ancestry things. It can be our biology project. We’ll get bruce to draw some blood, and we’ll do tests”
-Peter is like “wait dr bruce banner bruce??”
-“Duh”
-“That is so cool”
-So they get the blood work done and set about looking at them genes
-They find out that tony is italian (surprise surprise) and that he’s at risk for heart disease (haha get it)
-And that peter’s got some italian in him too
-“Now i’ve got to make you my mom’s lasagna you fellow italian boy”
-But it was a Ruse
-Tony did want to have lasagna but it was more than that
-When he was looking at their genes he ran a paternity test because there was something he couldn’t shake
-The idea that peter is his kid
-Like just the way he looks, how he’s so into science, his mannerisms
-It all seemed so weird
-He didn’t expect it to turn up positive
-So peter shows up tomorrow and friday directs him to tony’s penthouse rather than the lab
-And peters like “damn i didn’t think he was actually gonna make me lasagna”
-But there it is
-On the table
-They sit down and tony says “kid you know im shit with emotions but we need to talk”
-And peter just looks terrified
-Because every time hes had a “talk” its never had a happy ending
-So peter just begins to apologize for not being good enough
-How hes sorry for wasting tony’s time
-That he’ll leave
-Tony is like “no dude wtf”
-“Calm down”
-“Why would you think that?”
-Peter quickly changes the subject
-Because tony doesn’t know he’s a foster kid
-But for some godforsaken reason tony keeps dragging the conversation back to his parents
-And finally tony says “i need to stop beating around the bush. Peter, who is your dad?”
-Peter shakily tells him that he’s in foster care
-Tony momentarily forgets why they’re eating together
-“Why haven’t you told me this before?????”
-And then he puts the pieces together
-This is why peter is so skittish
-He calms down and says “we’ll deal with that later. Did you ever know your father, peter? I need you to think. Hard.”
-And peter doesn’t think he ever did know him
-Because even when mary and ben and may were around, there was no dad
-Peter is confused
-“No, why?”
-“Remember when we did that genetic experiment?
-“Uh huh”
-“I ran a few extra tests”
-“And”
-“I ran a paternity test”
-“Oh”
-“Peter, i’m your dad”
-And things started to make sense
-Why they were drawn together
-Why everyone kept saying they looked alike
-What made peter sign up in the first place
-Why they always seemed to be on the same wavelength
-Etc etc
-They sit in silence for a while
-Each just processing
-It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though
-Peter began to cry silently
-A shaky “can i”
-Tony nods his head, and peter comes over to hug him
-They sit together for a while
-Just being and knowing the truth
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Terrors Don’t Prey on Innocent Victims
Angst & Comfort || WC: 3.6k
Peter was patrolling 14th Street when he heard a loud BANG, followed by the unmistakable tire squeal of a car veering off the road.
He immediately swung into action, ricocheting off and around buildings to where he heard the noise.
Peter had dealt with car crashes before. An oblivious new young driver ran a stop sign, or someone checked their phone while behind the wheel, and the car swerved to the next lane over.
The injuries were generally the same - minor cuts or bruises, or, on the more severe end of the spectrum, a concussion. On any other day, Peter would arrive at the scene, help people out of the cars, wait for the authorities to arrive, and swing off again.
This was not any other day.
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Could I request some more late night cuddling in bed with peter and his dad? Perhaps after a horrible nightmare where the building is falling on him again like in the homecoming chapter and when peter wakes he’s convinced that the ceiling is also falling on him and is hysterical? (I do love me some whump)
Anonymous: Could you write the prompt: “stop! Stop! Please! You’re going to hurt yourself” for peter?
Here you guys go! 😁
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12. For penny :)
**Takes place after Infinity war but ignores Endgame**
12: She’s hiding behind the sofa
“Morgan!” Mr. Stark’s sing-song voice made Penny smile a little as she sat cross-legged on the sofa. Turning the page of her chemistry book and scribbling in her notebook. Finals were next week, and she desperately needed to finish the chapter. She had hoped to ask Mr. Stark if he could help her study, but Morgan had been taking up most of his time since Pepper was at work. And Penny was doing her best…doing her best not to let any kind of jealousy crop up. She loved Morgan. The four-year-old was adorable and sweet and she absolutely loved Penny…referred to her an ‘ennie’ and crawled into her bed at night when she slept at the tower.
And Mr. Stark had made sure that she knew…had made sure that Penny knew how much he cared about her. He took her out for ice cream after school some days, and made sure to invite her to the tower on weekends to work in the lab with him. Ever since she’d gotten back…ever since she’d woken up on Titan with Doctor Strange and those weird alien people…ever since she’d seen Mr. Stark again and he’d thrown his arms around her and…
She’d cried. She’d buried her face in his shoulder and cried and he’d held her and…and he might have cried too.
Penny loved Morgan. She truly did. But…but there were times that she missed getting Mr. Stark’s attention, which she hated herself for. Mr. Stark loved his little girl more than anything. And yes, he and Pepper both called Penny Morgan’s sister. But she wasn’t really their kid…wasn’t really related to any of them. This wasn’t her family.
The thought vanished when there was a small hand patting at her knee. “Ennie.” Penny felt a reluctant smile tug at her mouth, and she leaned down, peering down at the little girl curled up on the floor.
“Hey, Morgs.”
“We’re playing hide and seek.” She whispered, pulling herself to her feet and looking around for Mr. Stark. “Me and Daddy. Do you want to play?”
“Oh Morgan!” Mr. Stark cried, and the girl put her hands over her face to hide a giggle.
“I can’t play. I have to finish my homework.” The little girl pouted, then went wide-eyed when she heard Mr. Stark’s footsteps coming closer. “Hide!” She whispered, and Morgan nodded, hurrying around the back of the sofa. She was the only one small enough to fit back there.
Just then, Mr. Stark came around the corner, and Penny focused once more on her homework. “Morgan?” He called again, then stopped when he spotted Penny on the sofa. “Hey, kid. You seen your sister?”
The words almost undid her…her sister. Every time he referred to her that way, it hurt a little more. Reminded her just a bit more that she wasn’t really a part of this family…that it was all pretend. “Uh…no. I’m almost done with this.” She pointed to her chemistry homework, dropping her eyes, then freezing when a hand touched her shoulder.
“You alright, kiddo?”
“Yeah…” Her voice caught and she cleared her throat, coughing a little. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He hesitated, then knelt in front of her, the game apparently forgotten for a moment. Placing a hand under her chin, he lifted her face to look at him. She still dropped her eyes that were hot for some reason. Why, she wondered. Why was she losing it now? “Just need to finish this up.”
“Penny…”
“It’s nothing. Just…allergies. You should probably find Morgan. She’s got to be around here somewhere.” She forced a smile, despite that look on his face…that look that worried so much. And he shouldn’t have to worry! Not now. Not when he had a family and little Morgan.
“Morgan…hmmm.” He pursed his lips, looking around dramatically. “I don’t see her anywhere. I wonder where she could be.”
“Haven’t seen her.” Penny managed to keep a straight face, even when there was a soft giggle from behind the sofa.
“Hmmm. Oh well. I guess she’s gone. Do you think that means she doesn’t want any ice cream?” Penny had to smile at that, and at the shifting behind the sofa.
“Guess not.”
“That’s too bad.” He gave a long dramatic sigh. “Well, you ready to go?”
“No!” The voice from behind the sofa made them both smile, and Mr. Stark’s eyes went wide, a hand raised to his heart.
“Penny! She’s hiding behind the sofa! How did she get back there?” Penny laughed when the girl crawled out between their feet, then lifted her arms to Mr. Stark who pulled her up into his lap, hugging her close.
“Are we going to get ice cream?” She asked, wide-eyed.
“Sure. What do you think, Pen?” She agreed, deciding to go along with the fantasy…she couldn’t bear to give it up. Not yet.
That night, long after Morgan had been put to bed (which she’d only agreed to do if Penny read her a story. Penny had agreed easily.) Penny sat in the living room, her book on her lap once more. And then Mr. Stark was there again, taking a seat beside her and gently removing the book from her lap. “Hey, kid.” He murmured, reaching out and putting a hand on her back. “You want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “Come on, kiddo. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” She insisted. Sighing, Mr. Stark shifted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.
“Okay. Then I’ll talk. Did I ever tell you that you were in my will?” She felt herself freeze, her eyes darting up to him. “Oh yeah. I mean, I’m paying for your college. Surely you already knew that. You’ve got a nice amount of money to live on too. When you turn eighteen. Think of it as a trust fund. You’ll do better than I ever did. But the company. The tower. The money. My legacy. It goes to you. You and Morgan. My girls.”
“Mr. Stark…” She whispered. “I’m not…”
“How could you be my daughter’s big sister without being my kid, Penny?” The girl sniffed, wiping at her eyes, and he pulled her closer. “Kid…I should have made it clear from the beginning. That’s on me.” He turned a little in his seat, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I see you as a daughter, Penny. Just like Morgan. I have for…for years. And I was always too…I never said it. And then I lost you. So now I’m telling you.” He wiped a thumb under her eye, wiping a tear away. “I love you, kid.”
She sniffed, managing a watery smile. “Love you too.”
“Well, now that that’s settled, how about we watch a movie, hm?” Nodding and wiping her eyes one last time, she let herself lean against his side as he turned the TV on.
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Stark Tower has literally got the best wifi in the whole of New York and Tony makes it free as well so sometimes he’ll walk out of the ground floor and just see like a dozen or so people, usually kids, just sat on the doorstep on their phones or laptops and like it’s such a little thing to do but yknow. He’s Ironman. Give the kids some damn fast wifi.
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okay BUT
the day after actual tony stark saw them hanging out in frony of the Tower, some of the kids were reluctant to go back there but God they had to finish their homework and the tower was on their way from school so they go back there and
theres a separate room that surely mustve been some important part of the lobby yesterday but now had a “Free WiFi Zone” plate on the door. Inside were huge sofas and armchairs and beanbags, fridges stocked with various drinks, a coffee maker and 20ish iron man mugs, a couple of laptops on the desk near the wall and a note for them to read:
“This is your part of the Tower now. Use whatever you need, no time limit, and stay in school kids :) - T. S.”
So I uh… went to write a short, cute drabble for this and… I ended up writing a nearly 3k long fic? Whoops? This got away from me. I regret nothing.
It started with Wi-fi. Wi-fi of all things. Tony found out by accident.
“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked, sliding his sunglasses down a bit to look at the group of teenagers sitting in front of the Tower.
All the teens looked up at once, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. They looked at each other, then back at Tony.
“Um, well…” A brunet spoke up, closing his laptop. “The Avengers Tower has great Wi-fi, sir. And it’s free. We all… some of us don’t have access to Wi-fi at home, and we need it for school projects.”
Tony blinked. “Oh. Okay. Study hard, then.” He adjusted his sunglasses again and walked into the Tower without a second thought.
But later that day, Tony keeps thinking about it. Can’t get it out of his head, until he goes so far to have FRIDAY pull up security camera footage from in front of the Tower over the past few weeks.
There are kids there, always, Tony finds. Anywhere from ten to nearly fifty, all crowded around the Tower, sitting on the grass. Even at night or in shitty weather, there were at least a few.
And sure, Tony was fine with it. More than fine with it, even. If kids wanted to use Tony’s Wi-fi, he on board with it. Tony was completely with the idea of accessible technology.
So it hung out in the back of Tony’s mind, and he smiled at the group of the teens he saw every time he walked in and it the Tower. He made sure security didn’t bother them, and left them to their devices.
But the thoughts of it wouldn’t leave Tony’s brain. A part of him ached a little at the idea of the kids who were so needing of a damned Wi-fi connection they would sit in the rain for it. It got to the point that Tony was lying awake in bed, thinking about it.
“FRIDAY, are there any vacant floors in the Tower?” Tony asked, staring at the ceiling.
“There are three vacant floors,” FRIDAY answered in a chipper voice.
Tony sat up. “FRIDAY, order a shit ton of junk food and furniture. We have work to do.”
And so it began. Within a week, Tony had a large room on its own floor completely dedicated to being an expansive lounge. It had all sorts of furniture, shelves stocked with every food Tony could think of, a fridge full of drinks, an espresso machine, and over a dozen outlets. It was close to the bottom floor, easily accessible by the elevator. Tony talked to Happy and reorganized his entire security so that anyone could walk into the Tower and go straight to the lounge.
The first day, there were already over twenty teens milling around, laptops plugged in and noses in books. It made Tony smile and feel warm in ways he couldn’t describe, seeing the tranquil environment of kids studying. The numbers grew over time, and Tony made sure it was kept accessible 24/7.
So it started with Wi-fi. But after that, things got more… complicated.
Tony was in the lounge, taking an inventory of what needed to be restocked. Sure, he had people for that, but it was nice to show his face every so often, remind the kids he existed.
Tony finished writing down how many bags of Doritos were on the shelf and spun around, crashing right into someone.
“Oh fuck,” Tony stumbled, catching the person by their elbows. A pair of startled green eyes stared up at him in horror. “Hey. Hi.” Tony smiled. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t looking where I was going. My fault.”
The girl stared at him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”
“Hey, no. My fault, remember?” Tony soothed. “I’m responsible for at least fifty per cent of the accidents in this Tower.”
“Actually, you’re responsible for sixty-seven point nine per cent.” FRIDAY chirped.
Tony frowned. “Is that counting the incident on Thursday?”
“You did hold fifty per cent of the blame.” FRIDAY reminded him.
“Twelve per cent, at most,” Tony argued. He looked back at the girl. “Thor tried to put a raw egg in the toaster, it’s a long story.”
The girl gave a confused, shy smile. Tony counted that as some kind of victory.
Tony went to let go of the girl’s elbows when his gaze brushed over her forearm. “Hey.” Tony’s voice was softer. “Are you okay?”
The girl froze again, biting her lip. “No- it’s fine, I don’t-” Her face turned red. But not as red as the angry lines cut into her wrist.
“You wanna talk?” Tony asked, eyebrows knit together.
“You-you’re busy I shouldn’t-”
“FRIDAY, cancel the afternoon meeting. Or tell them I’m not coming,” Tony said without hesitation. “There, I’m free.”
The girl frowned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, kid. Let’s talk, okay?” He sighed at her hesitance. “Hey, what’s the worst I can do? I’m just some rich guy.”
With a begrudging smile, the girl took Tony’s hand and Tony lead them to an empty storage room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.
“What’s your name?” Tony asked.
“Cecilia,” The girl mumbled.
“Hi, I’m Tony.” Tony introduced with a bright smile. Cecilia laughed. “So you wanna talk about this?” He pointed to her wrist.
“I…” Cecilia cleared her throat. “It’s hard, you know? School is hard, and I’m not good enough to do anything right, and…” She swallowed. Cecilia covered her face, choking on a sob.
Tony scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You wanna know something, kid?”
Cecilia looked up.
“I am one of the richest men alive, have been named Sexiest Man Alive three times, have my last name attached to a fortune five hundred company, have been called one of the leading minds of the 21st century, am a member of the goddamned Avengers and…” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “And I feel the same way. All the time. I wake up worried that someday everyone’s gonna see through me, see the fraud I really am.” Tony cleared his throat. “I have anxiety attacks. I wake up screaming from nightmares. I avoid mirrors. And some days I don’t want to wake up at all.
“But I do. Because there are people who need me to. And maybe it’s more for me than you. But it’s not about numbers. Quantity holds no value the quality. As long as there’s one person who cares, you’ve got a reason to wake up in the morning.” Tony thought a moment. “And if you’ve got no one else, then I count, right?”
There was a long stretch of awkward silence, but the shy smile Tony got made it all worth it.
After that, Tony invested in having free, confidential, no strings attached therapists at the Tower for the kids who came to study. He started with five, but by the end of the month, Tony had seven full time and three part-time working at the Tower. Tony did briefly see Cecilia’s face every now and then, and she seemed happier. That made it all worth it.
After that, everything was a downward spiral. Someone put a suggestion box on the door, and the teens who stayed wrote their ideas down. Tony read every single one. Even the stupid ones. And he listened.
First, there were showers installed in the bathrooms. Tony noticed there were certain faces that showed up more than others, so often it was almost concerning. So Tony figured they might as well freshen up while there. The showers were equipped with towels, soap, and all other necessities.
After the showers came the storage room filled with other living supplies. Blankets, food items, clothing, some basic tech, gift cards for local supermarkets, toiletries. Anything Tony could think of required for living. Like everything else, anyone could take anything, no questions asked.
Then came the library. There were suggestions for a supply of the review books and textbooks for the classes students were taking, and Tony decided to go in all or nothing. The library was filled wall to wall with every modern textbook and review book in the curriculum, as well as an expansive amount of leisure reads as well. Tony stocked it with comfortable seating, computers and tablets as well. There were no late fees, Tony refused to make any of the kids pay a damned dime for things they should have basic access to.
And then there were physical doctors as well. Ones who could give flu shots and prescribe at least the most basic of medications and advice.
After that, the gym just seemed to be common sense. As the recommendations in the box pointed out, public gyms were expensive. So Tony set up a gym. Granted it wasn’t Avengers level, but it was a damned nice gym.
Tutors came next. Private tutors, as well as ones that would teach entire groups. Tony managed to wrestle with the local schools to even get the kids credit for some of the tutorings.
After that, things finally seemed to mellow out. Tony drew up a list of rules, but most of the teens were pretty decent about keeping things civil. Tony was damned proud to average only one incident a month.
The Avengers found out about the Student’s Lounge as it’d be dubbed, and they frequented it more than Tony expected. He found Clint down there telling stories that were probably classified, Natasha showing a group of girls ballet moves, Thor showing off trinkets from Asgard, Steve drawing with a group of art kids, Sam giving serious talks on mental health, and so on. It was nice.
And it worked. Kids were happy and studying, but also had a place to relax and unwind. Tony did have to get an ungodly number of permits and licenses to do what he did, but it was all beyond worth it to see the kids smiling and being safe.
It was a year later when Tony was working in his workshop with jeans and a tank top and FRIDAY caught his attention.
“Mr Stark, your presence has been requested in the Student’s Lounge,” FRIDAY said, cutting into the silence.
Tony frowned. “Is it an emergency?”
There was a pause. “No, but the students are rather insistent.”
“Fine.” Tony stood up with a sigh. “Tell them I’ll be down there in a minute.”
Tony took the elevator down to the floor that was now entirely monopolized by the Student’s Lounge. As soon as the doors opened he found himself standing in front of a few dozen teens, all crowded around and waiting.
“Is this some club meeting or a cult initiation?” Tony asked, sliding his grease-covered hands into his pockets.
A teen stepped forward, a blond boy with bright eyes and a nervous smile. “Uh, hi. We… we had something we wanted to share with you.” He was holding note cards, absently tapping them.
Tony glanced around. “Well then, shoot.” He spread his hands.
The blond cleared his throat, looking down at the cards. “We hear the saying a lot,” He read, “that it’s impossible to shop for a man who has everything. And with you, that couldn’t be more true. A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and an amazing person all around. You truly have everything, Mister Stark.
“And yet, you give. You give, and you give. You gave us a place to study that became so much more. Beyond the material items, this place has become a home for all of us. For those of us who don’t have food to eat at home, books to read, clothes to wear, a family to come home to. All because you wanted to give some kids a good Wi-fi connection. You created a family. This year alone, the graduation rate grew ten per cent from last year, and we don’t think it’s a coincidence. And we’re all confident with your help, that number will grow more and more.
“You created jobs for the community. We did the math and figured at least fifty new jobs were created through the Student’s Lounge. And you pay for all of it out of pocket. You don’t need to. You’ve already saved the world more than enough times, given millions of dollars to charity. And yet you did this for a group of kids sitting on your front lawn just to get a decent Wi-fi connection.
“There are no words to describe the kindness that takes. The amount of time you’ve put towards this proves it’s so much more than a publicity stunt. Not only do you personally oversee everything, but you stop by weekly, even if just to say hi. You listen to what we have to say. In a world that makes it so easy to ignore teenagers, you put every ounce of effort into doing the complete opposite. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed.” The blond stepped aside and let a redhead girl stand in the middle instead.
“My name is Miranda.” The girl spoke up. “A year ago, I was addicted to heroin and struggling in all of my classes. I was… I was ready to drop out of school altogether, even considered selling my own body just for drug money. But a friend dragged me here and… and I got therapy. A doctor. Food. All things my family struggled to afford. My recovery is still slow going, but thanks to you, I can say I’m in recovery, to begin with. Thank you.” Miranda stepped to the side and a black haired boy took her place.
“I’m Ian. My parents abused me, and I had nowhere to go. Even after coming here to spend my afternoons, I was hesitant to overstay my welcome. But I wasn’t ever judged, and always felt safe here. I was able to work up enough courage to run away and start spending nights here. Eventually, I met a friend here who let me stay with them, but not once did I have to know how it felt to be homeless. This place was my home, the entire time, even now that I sleep somewhere else. You gave me a home. Thank you.”
And so it went on, each kid telling their own version, and Tony wasn’t even ashamed to admit he was openly crying before they even got through ten. And he listened. To every single one. Tried to remember names and important details, make mental notes for future reference. Tony watched and listened, entranced by every story.
The first boy stepped back up. “And I’m Ben. I don’t really have a sob story, but I do know that this place is a home for every single person here. We’re a family of brothers and sisters, and you’re, for lack of better wording, the cool dad. So thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. So much. We hope our family can grow, and this home will only get better with each day. So while we don’t have any gift, we hope this can stand as one. Our stories are something that you gave us, and we hope by sharing them you can understand how much you mean to all of us.” The boy, Ben, lowered his notecards and smiled. “Thank you.”
Tony stared at them, wiping tears away from his eyes. “You’re all assholes.” He decided. “I am supposed to be a suave billionaire, and here you’ve got me crying like a dumbass.”
The teens all laughed.
“You know what?” Tony clapped his hands together. “This deserves a pizza party. Domino’s is about to hate me. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions? Start writing up a list while I find a phone number.”
“Don’t you have stuff to do?” A brunette girl who Tony remembered to be Cassie asked.
Tony shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll do it in the morning.”
“Miss Potts has asked for the schematics to be uploaded by midnight,” FRIDAY spoke up.
“Pepper has been working for me long enough to know ‘by midnight’ means by noon the next day. It’s fine.” Tony waved off. “Come on, start writing a list. If I don’t see at least one gluten-free pizza, I’m making you do it again.”
The teens all smiled and started writing and shouting at each other. Tony watched with a happy sigh. They were a family.
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