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“So which is it.” Peter dumped a pile of firewood close to his tent and squinted up at the dragon-shifter. “Were you scared into being permanently shifted, or did something bad and got stuck?”
Wade’s golden eyes narrowed at him, but Peter didn’t look away.
In the month since Wade had rescued him from the waterfall, Peter had spent almost every day on the mountain, only coming back to the village for more supplies. May was worried about him, his friends were starting to talk about how weird he had gotten– disappearing for days at a time, spacing out of conversations, acting dodgy when asked where he was going.
But Peter couldn’t stay away.
He was fascinated by the dragon. Fascinated and a little terrified and he had been building up his courage for the past two weeks to finally ask this question because Wade’s answer could change everything.
“It has to be one of those things.” he started stacking wood in the fire pit, breaking pieces of kindling to go on top. “My Aunt says there are only two reasons why a shifter stays force shifted and I need to know if you’re a weenie-puss who saw a rabbit and shifted so you could fly away or if you– you know.” he swallowed uncomfortably. “Gave in to your dragon side and killed someone?”
Did you just call me a weenie-puss?
“I said what I said.” Peter dusted off his hands and looked around for his flint. “So which is it? You got scared or you killed someone?”
Both of those things. The dragon said– thought?– Peter wasn’t exactly sure what to call it. I did both of those things. Have you seen a rabbit? Terrifying. Noting should jump that fast or be that fluffy.
“Okay.” An awkward laugh. “I have never seen a rabbit and thought they were terrifying and I’m more concerned about you killing someone.”
Not someone. The dragon crouched and eyeballed the pile of kindling in the fire pit. I killed nine men and then shifted and killed a few dozen more.
His mouth opened wide, a puff of smoke igniting into a column of flame, exploding the kindling and setting the logs below blazing.
“A few–few dozen more?” Peter stammered, watching the fire with more trepidation than awe. “Wh–why?”
They killed my wife. Wade’s gaze never flickered. She was innocent and they killed her. We were going to start a family together and they took her from me. So I killed as many as I could and when they started to overwhelm me, I shifted and killed the rest.
“I–you–um–”
I’d do it again too. The dragons claws dug into the earth. I don’t care about being stuck in my dragon form. I wouldn’t want to be human without her.
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“So. The scars.” Peter tore into his–ick– rabbit. He was almost positive that Wade had given him a dragon-style grin as he deposited a rabbit next to the campfire for Peter to clean. “Are they from when you attacked? Or did that happen later?”
Later. A growl rumbled from the shifter. When I realized I couldn’t shift down, I went for the battlefield, thought I would kill as many from the other side as I could, and the archers tried to bring me down. It didn’t work, but it sure hurt like hell.
“And you can’t heal?”
I am as healed as I’ll ever be, I guess.
“Have you tried to shift back at all? After you stopped–stopped grieving?”
I don’t know if I’ve stopped grieving yet.
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Spideypool Dragon AU
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“May.”
May screamed out loud and threw the basket of laundry in the air when Peter popped up from behind the couch in her study, her stripes flashing across her skin, eyes snapping orange as her tiger tried to come forward.
“May– stop screaming and oh god stop growling, it’s just me. What do you know about dragon shifters?”
“Peter Benjamin Parker.” A hand pressed dramatically over her heart, May pointed her other finger at him, forcing her shift back so she could talk clearly. “First you apologize for scaring the bejeesus out of me–”
“Sorry, May.”
“– and second, why are you asking about dragon shifters? No one has seen one of those in centuries.”
“Since the Great War?” Peter held up the book so she could see it. “Right? The last official sighting of a dragon shifter was during the Battle for the Valley, right?”
“Yes, the last official sighting was during the Great War, here in the valley, but Peter that was three hundred years ago. Do you think you saw one when you were out hiking? I’ve heard rumours that there is a big shifter in the mountains, but no one’s actually seen anything, which means its probably a bear shifter playing tricks on everyone else.”
“Three hundred years.” Peter sort of collapsed onto the couch, all long legs and arms sprawled around. “Why would someone get stuck in a shift?”
“There are only two reasons why someone is stuck in a shift.” May started picking up the laundry, scowling in his direction. “If they were forced into the shift to save their human half, or if they did something terrible in their shift and gave in to their animal half too much.”
“So if they were in danger?”
“You see it more often with the wilder shifts.” May balled up a pair of socks and tossed them at him. “For example, if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll drop into my tiger shift and good luck getting me out of it. Or–” a severe glare when Peter started laughing at the thought of his Aunt permanently fuzzed out into her tiger. “–or if you were in danger, I’d probably shift as well and not be able to come out of it until I knew you were safe, and probably for a few days after that as well.”
“Alright.” Peter flipped through the book. “So, the bigger the shifter the harder it is to move between forms, right?”
“Right. You’ve seen Avians burst into feathers and fly away at a moments notice, but bears and wolves take longer. My tiger takes longer than your Uncle Ben’s lion did because my shift is bigger.”
“So something– say a dragon? It would take a long time to shift up or down into his form?”
“…sure.” May narrowed her eyes at him. “Why the questions, Peter?”
“No reason.” Peter cleared his throat. “And the other reason for being stuck in a shift? For letting their animal side influence them too much?”
“Yes. But it would have to be something awful.” May clucked her tongue when she saw the stains that hadn’t come out of Peter’s shirt. “Murder, for example. Mostly wolves, sometimes bears. They lose control of their shift and kill another shifter, and alot of times they are forced into a permanent shift.”
“But mentally.” Peter frowned. “Wouldn’t it wreak havoc on a shifters mental state to be stuck in animal form?”
“Of course it does.” May met his eyes steadily. “And when they lose their mind, they are put down. No shifter stuck in their animal half is stable for longer than a few years at most.”
“Right. Well, thank you.” Peter hopped up and over the couch, heading out the door. “I’m going to head out to the woods for a while and–”
“Peter, wait.” May snagged his sleeve. “This obsession with the woods, the mountains, all these questions about dragon shifters. What’s going on?”
“I’m not– I’m not really sure.” Peter admitted. “But I think I’ll have some answers pretty soon.”
Spideypool Dragon AU
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After Wade rescued Peter from going over the falls (so stupid, my goodness), the dragon deposited him right back at the campsite, shaking himself dramatically to get rid of all the water, and basically flinging Peter off his back in the process.
“Ow!” Peter hit the ground with a thump. “You didn’t have to throw me!”
I’m not a horse, you can’t ride me. Came the deep voice in his mind, the dragon’s only way of communicating.
“Right.” He brushed the dirt off gingerly. “Well for what it’s worth, thank you for saving me.”
Don’t like my food soggy. The dragon opened a mouthful of teeth and Peter was screaming before he could stop himself.
Shut up! If it was possible, it sounded like the dragon was laughing at him. I was joking. You don’t have an ounce of fat on you, i bet youd be stringy and get stuck in my teeth.
“Har Har.” Peter rolled his eyes and went searching through his pack for new clothes. “I doubt even dragon shifters eat people.”
I would if they were tasty enough. Wade huffed a breath at Peter. Why dont you scent like a shifter.
“Because I’m not a shifter.” Peter shrugged out of his shirt, frowning when the dragon huffed at him again. “Stop breathing on me, your breath is rank. And I told you before that I wasn’t a shifter.”
Why not?
“I just can’t shift.”
Why not?
“Hey, you know for an ancient dragon that’s been hiding in the woods for a while you’re awful pushy. I thought hermits didn’t like to talk.”
You think I’m ancient?
“No one’s seen a dragon in centuries.” Peter pointed out, giving a suspicious glance towards the dragon shifter before ducking behind a tree to change his pants. “And there isn’t a record of a dragon shifter being born for centuries before that.”
Your records are wrong, then.
“Well, how old are you then?”
I saw thirty winters by the time the Great War destroyed the valley. Its how I got my scars, what forced me into my shift. How many winters has it been since then?
Peter came around the tree, the dragon growling nervously when he saw the pity in the human’s eyes.
“The Great War was over three hundred years ago.” Peter said slowly. “That’s when you were forced into your shift? You’ve never been able to break it?”
You’re wrong.
“I’m not wrong.” Peter stepped closer, a hand held out in comfort when the dragon tried to shy away. “I’m not wrong. The Great War was over three hundred years ago. Have you been– have you been hiding this entire time?”
I’ve been trapped like this for three hundred years?
The dragon took a step back, then another, and then his wings unfurled and with a blast that sent Peter tumbling to the ground, he was airborne, and then gone.
For the first time in years, Peter didn’t mourn the fact that he couldn’t shift. Right now, he mourned the pain of a man lost in his shift, trapped in his animal half, hiding away from a world that didn’t even know he existed.
I am going to write a Short Stuckony fic where someone at a press conference asks what Stucky thinks about “all that Stucky themed porn fan fiction out there” so of course they now sit and read it at night and laugh over the bad ones, cry over the real heart felt ones about their love before the war, die laughing over the cracky ones that involve the team being scandalized by how the “good old boys” are actually horny bastards.
But then they stumble across a particular series of reader-inserts and Bucky doesn’t really like those, but Steve LOVES them so they compromise and read one.
And it’s… beautiful. It’s not even porn. It’s these soft moments of the reader taking care of them, of Bucky and (reader) convincing Steve to stop working out and stop feeling guilty about things he can’t control and just let them love him. It’s about Bucky angry over his arm, ashamed to take his shirt off and Steve and reader showing him with words and actions how much they don’t care, how much the metal arm is just another part of Bucky that they love.
It’s about Stucky taking care of the reader on sick days with warm blankets and his favorite soup and just assuring him that they aren’t going anywhere.
It’s beautiful.
And then they find the porn and all the sudden it’s a whole different kind of beautiful.
AND THEN they start reading further back, and this author has like, a hundred different one shots and Bucky grabs Steve’s arm one day and goes “Stevie. This is is. This actually happened. Remember last Christmas when Tony hung that mistletoe and we had that weird moment where he thought we were going to kiss him and then didn’t talk to us for a week?”
“Well yeah.”
“Look.” Bucky shoves the tablet at him. “Look at the post from December 4th last year. It’s exactly what happened, except in this? In this we kiss him. Our very first kiss between the three of us.”
“But that means we have a stalker!” Steve yells and Bucky smacks him upside the head.
“NO IT MEANS TONY IS WRITING READER INSERT PORN ABOUT US”
So then, they experiment, and do certain things before diving for their computer that night and checking to see if the writer updated.
And he does.
Every time.
(Cue stuckony shenanigans ending in eventual naked times)
IT WOULD B SO CUTE RIGHT
Plus then I’d get to write a fan fiction within a fan fiction and that would be so much fun.
Just imagine:: Stucky reading one of Tonys reader inserts about snuggling during an innocent movie night and something perfectly non racy, like maybe Buckys hand lands a little north of Tonys knee and when
Tonythe reader panics, Steve looks over and winks and then puts an arm over the readers shoulder.Stucky melts because what a sweetly innocent fantasy so the next movie night they “accidentally” sandwich tony between them on the couch and Bucky reaches for popcorn and leaves his hand on Tonys knee and thanks to super soldier super vision they can see him turn tomato red so Steve clears his throat and yawns and stretch’s his arm around Tony and then winks and Tony EEPs and bolts from the room and they’d feel bad that he is embarrassed but it was so cute they can’t stop laughing
This is why I love Kara, guys.
Spideypool Dragon AU
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it was two weeks and four days and just a little after sunset when Peter saw the dragon again.
After the meeting around the fire, when Peter had learned his name– Wade– the dragon hadn’t made another appearance before Peter had had to head back to the village.
Peter had been home for all of three days before he packed up and went hiking again, and now he was back again, this time with a week’s supply of food and gear. He didn’t want to be around anyone this time of year anyway, not with all the mating dances happening, everyone shifting and showing off to attract potential mates or to entice their current partner into more rambunctious activites than usual. Peter didn’t want to be around it, not even a little bit.
May had assured him, just like she did every year, that he would get used to all the noise and the fan fare, that he would learn to ignore it like she had. After all, May had been almost thirty before she had met Ben, and she had survived nine mating seasons without attracting a mate so surely Peter could–
“Don’t.” Peter had said quietly, pleadingly. “You could shift. You could participate. You chose not to. I don’t even have the option of dancing for a mate. No one wants a mate who is only human.”
Looking at You (Part Three)
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“Tony.”
“God dammit .”
Tony couldn’t stop himself from recoiling when he flipped on the
lights to the lab and saw the soldier sitting by his desk. “You
can’t just come in here. This is my lab.
What are you even doing in
here?”“Sorry
about that.” Bucky apologized. “I was hoping you could take
another look at my arm.” He lifted the heavy limb. “It just
doesn’t work like it’s supposed to and I know you are better at this
sort of thing than Banner is. I’d really appreciate it.”“No.”
Tony shook his head. “No. I can’t. You need to leave. I’m sorry but
you need to leave. I’ll call Banner for you or something, OK I’m
sorry but please
just leave .”“You
don’t have to be sorry all the time.” Bucky said then. “You don’t
need to apologize to me because you don’t want to do something.”“Is
that so?” He retorted, but his voice was shaky and he hated
that .
“Thanks for that, Sergeant Barnes, I’ll tuck that away for
contemplation.”“It’s
okay to not be alright all the
time, Tony.” Bucky frowned over the angry reply. “I’m not trying
to– I dunno. I’m not trying to tell you what to do but–”Tony
looked away, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “I’m fine,
alright? I’m always fine.
Leave it alone.”
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“How
long has this been going on?” Banner asked, eyeing the metal limb
critically. “When did it start?”“A
few weeks ago, I guess.” Bucky flinched as he tried to move his arm
and the joints squealed as they rubbed together. “It’s just been
getting worse as I go on.”“And
you just now got down here?” Bruce tsked
in disapproval. “Bucky this could have ended up really bad for
you.”“The
lab is intimidating to guys like me. I’d never even really seen a
computer before, remember?” Bucky shrugged. “And I thought it
would get better.”“Yeah,
well you can hold my hand if you get scared of the computers.”
Banner laughed and Bucky joined in, and across the lab, Tony cursed
when he spilt his coffee all over the desk.Both
of the other men looked up and he shook his head. “Sorry.
Sorry guys I just slipped is all. Sorry.”“It’s
no problem Tony.” Bruce said, eyes brows furrowing as he watched
Tony try to clean up. “Do you want some help?”“No!”
Tony snapped then rubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry, sorry
I just meant that I can do this… you do… that. I’ll deal with
this… you deal with that.”
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“Hey,
Tony can I–”“Jesus.”
The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it
slipped through his fingers. “Jesus,
Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”“I
didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown. “Are you
alright?”Tony
shook his head.“It’s
fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start
cleaning up the mess. “What do you need?”“Let
me help you clean that up.”“I
got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?
What do you need from me?”“Well,
I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm?” Steve
asked hopefully. “It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something
and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help
him with it.”“ Happy
to help –”
Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to
Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”“I
was hoping you would
look at his arm specifically. Bruce isn’t as mechanically inclined as
you are and I want Bucky to have the best.”“I’m
busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his
eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix
faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”“Uh,
okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd
look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair,
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Two For The Price Of One
A stuckony fic for @not-close-to-straight bc she writes so much and deserves nice things (but I can’t draw, so this is what I’ve got to offer).
Summary: Tony thinks that no one knows he’s Iron Man, so when he sees Steve and Bucky looking at Iron Man, he thinks that he doesn’t have a chance. But then Bucky goes to the ‘shop to talk to him, and he somehow gets everything he hoped for.
Iron Man touched down beside the quinjet. Tony was tired to his bones, but as far as the team was concerned, Iron Man had gotten a full night’s rest last night. The battle had been straining on Tony because of his lack of sleep, but it was easy overall so he couldn’t use it as a cover to go collapse in bed. The suit wasn’t damaged, so he also couldn’t use that as an excuse. Normally Tony liked the Avenger team bonding, but he needed them to not do that right now. He was hopeful when they all made it off the quinjet without already talking about plans, but then Steve turned to the group with a bright smile, and Tony’s hopes of sneaking off to sleep for the next day and a half were shot.
“Everyone up for a movie?” There were various confirmations, but Steve noticed that Iron Man didn’t chime in, so he turned his baby blues onto Tony. “Iron Man? You in?”
“I think Mister Stark was planning some sort of upgrade actually.”
“Since when does he do upgrades on the suit you’re wearin’?” Bucky asked.
He shrugged. “He’s the boss, and he’s eccentric– I don’t ask questions.”
Clint snorted. “Yeah I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Clint,” Steve said in a chastising tone. Clint held up his hands in easy surrender, and Steve turned back to Iron Man, hope still shining in his eyes. “You think you can grab an old suit and come back up?”
Tony hesitated, and before he could say no again, Bucky said with a crooked smile, “C’mon Shellhead, it’s not the same without you there.”
He sighed, and Jarvis, bless him, didn’t filter it through the mask– a private sigh between him and his self-made caretaker. None of the suits were made for napping, but he’d done it before. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but he’d done worse for people he cared less about. “Yeah, let me go get changed.”
“Into something more comfortable?” Natasha said slyly. Though the joke was lost on none of them, Steve and Bucky ignored it to keep staring at him. Thinking about him stripping down, maybe putting on underwear and nothing else… well, they were in public and had just suggested a movie. Bowing out would be rude to him, not to mention that they would lose time with him.
For his part, Tony ignored her and made his way down to the workshop. Everyone joked about him and the supersoldier duo getting it on, but every single one of them knew better than to take it seriously. As always, it was Iron Man yes, Tony Stark no. Steve and Bucky liked Iron Man, might even want a relationship or a night with him, but Tony had his secret identity and he wasn’t going to let it go for a relationship they wouldn’t even want after they knew. It didn’t matter how much he dreamed about being the filling of their supersoldier sandwich, the fact that they liked Iron Man more than Tony Stark was enough to convince him that telling them who he was would be a bad idea.
He made it to the workshop, had Jarvis lock the doors, and stepped on the pad to get the suit taken off. He was constantly experimenting with suit styles, going between removable all by himself and needing Jarvis to do it. The ones Jarvis had to put on him were tighter than the others, so he picked one he could put on piece by piece for today. Realistic scenario here was that he’d spend a couple hours with the Avengers then collapse on his bed after having only taken off the helmet and chest piece.
He sighed and purposefully didn’t look into one of the ‘shop’s reflective surfaces as he put the suit on. He was sure there were giant bags under his eyes and looking at them would only make him more tired.
He got the suit all the way on and gave a little spin like he was showing off an outfit. “How do I look, Jarv?”
“As beautiful as ever sir, however I really must protest your lack of sleep.”
“Sleep is for the weak, Jarvis, but your protest has been noted.”
“Three days is pushing safety limits, sir,” Jarvis reminded him. “In six hours I will be forced to call Colonel Rhodes and inform him of the situation.”
“Relax, I’ll be in bed in three. No need to worry the big Rhodey bear into hauling ass over here when it’s not an emergency.”
“As you say sir,” Jarvis said, not sounding like he believed Tony in the slightest.
“I’ll be fine, Jay, you’ll see.”
“I’m sure I will,” he said drily. Seeing Tony do this was what he was worried about, but he didn’t say that. “Have fun watching the movie, sir.“
Sundays w/Spideypool #39
Combined prompt for @megahuffledor :
“Well…That’s just not socially acceptable!” And “It’s never been a problem before!” and @enchantingpearlcollector:
Wade is enjoying a drink after work and spots an uncomfortable looking Peter across the bar. “Sir I’m going to need you to put on underwear before you say anything else”
(This got a little out of control but it made me laugh!)(Featuring Pretty!Wade)
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The boy across the bar definitely didn’t belong there, or at least he hadn’t belonged there before, because he was staring around him like he had never seen alcohol and men in the same sitting before.
Definitely his first time in a gay bar, maybe his first time in a bar period, and after a few minutes of watching how terribly uncomfortable the kid was for close to half an hour, Wade decided to take pity on him.
“Give me a red bull.” he told the bartender. “Don’t open it, yeah?”
“Sure thing, Wade.” Weasel tossed Wade a cold can. “Anything else? Need a refill on your water?”
“Water?” Wade rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about? This is hard alcohol!”
“It’s Fiji water.” he replied without skipping a beat. “We all know you don’t drink anymore Wade. But if it makes you feel like more of a man, I’ll give you a root beer so it looks like you’re actually drinking.”
“Now why would you think I need a boost to my masculinity?” Wade slid a twenty across the bar and waved off the change.
“You’re in a skirt, man.”
“It’s a kilt.”
“Pleats don’t make it a kilt, Wade.”
“You’re just jealous of how good my calves look in this nonsense.” Wade did a quick twirl, showing off the knee length black skirt. “You know I look good, Weasel.”
“Get outta here, Wade.”
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