Ships; FrostIron ( Tony x Loki ) and Thruce (Thor x Bruce ).
This is after Civil War, 3 years to be exact and I changed a few things :)
Tony's P.O.V.
I had been dreading the day I had to talk face to face with the 'Rouges' as they had been calling themselves. Stupid fucking name in my opinion. It's been 3 years since we fought in Germany.
So many things had happened since then, it feels like a fever dream. I know it's not... but it feels like it's been decades. I was still in contact with the kid, Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-man, ever since. Hell he's my kid.
A few weeks after it happened Thor, Banner, and surprisingly Loki showed up on our doorstep. By ours I mean mine and Rhodey's, as I was helping his hydrological legs keep functioning, Pepper and I had broken up after Civil War.
I, of course, became super uneasy as I didn't know if the Captain had kept in contact with them, some how. I was thrilled to know Banner was alive and well, but less thrilled about housing a man who threw me out a window and destroyed a lot of New York. Loki explained what had happened in New York to me, showing his side of the story... quite literally, as he did dabble in magic. After Thor, Banner, and I talked it out I agreed to let him stay. It was still hard for me to forgive him but I did, and now we hang out more often then not, as we are quite the married couple.
A year after the CW, I adopted Peter under his Aunt's wishes as she had become ill and was fighting the long battle of cancer. Sadly, she did not make it. The kid was absolutely wrecked, but he's slowly been healing. He's now to where he or I can mention the name without him breaking down. I'm proud to say he's my kid. He's hella strong, mentally and physically.
By the time I adopted him, Loki and I had been dating for a few months, still working out the whole emotional walls and crap. Thor eyed us constantly, making sure neither of us hurt each other, as in the beginning of the relationship ( meaning the first few weeks ) there was a lot of arguing, snarky comments, and more arguing. Bruce and Thor were worried we'd strangle each other. We got that figured out though.
2 years after the CW, Loki and I got married. Thor seemed to think we were going fast but he was still beyond excited when I asked for his blessing. Quickly earning a laugh as he said, "The man in a can will become my brother-in-law!" Squeezing the life out of me with a death grip of a bear hug.
Bruce was excited as well, quickly asking about the details, where it's going to be, and stuff like that.
Peter was absolutely ecstatic when I told him, instantly congratulating me and absolutely pumped about having 2 dads, officially. I told him it's a big secret, he could tell his best friends Ned and MJ though.
2.5 years after the CW, Bruce and Thor started dating. Good for them... the tension was unbearable.
Now after 3 years of not facing them and getting myself together... I have too. It was ordered by Ross ( the fucker ), and now here I am struggling to put on my royal blue button-up before putting a navy blue blazer on matching my pants.
"Boss, they have arrived and are at the front door." F.R.I.D.A.Y. exaggerated the word 'they'.
"Alright, thank you F.R.I.," I say putting on my glasses that were connected to F.R.I.D.A.Y. and Peter's AI, Karen.
"You're welcome."
I walk out of my bedroom and into the living area that connected to the kitchen, to see Peter in a science pun T-Shirt and pj pants, Thor wearing a hoodie with some blue jeans, Bruce having on a purple long sleeve with black jeans, and Loki wearing a white button up and dark green dress pants chatting. I walk up to Loki and give him a kiss of the cheek, seeing Thor having his hand resting on Bruce's waist, before looking over at Peter and ruffling his hair.
"Daaaaaaad!" Peter whines, earning a collective chuckle from the group. Before I changed the subject I sighed.
"Anthony?" I turn my head to see Loki looking at me with a worried expression, "What's wrong, darling?"
I sharply exhale, looking at the group, "They're here." Suddenly the room became tense.
A hand suddenly rubs my back, flinching a bit I realize it's Loki, who had a sympathetic look upon his face. I hate that I still flinch whenever receiving physical contact.
"They're outside the door, right now. Don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle."
"Are you sure dad?" Peter asked, almost monotone aside from the hint of worry and anger.
"I'm sure kiddo. I should get going, they're probably getting irritated." I sigh, before kissing Peter's forehead and pecking Loki's lips, waving a sort of 'see you later'.
"Take care, Tony!" Thor added as I left the room.
"Will do, pointbreak!" I chuckled.
After a small walk and lots of thinking later, I walk towards the door my anxiety becoming apparent, I breathe in and out putting on my paparazzi smile and open the door. There are so many possibilities.
Steve Rogers, James 'Bucky' Barnes, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson all stood there in their glory.
"Hey! Look who the cat dragged in!" I exclaim, my left hand on the door as my right one was in my pocket, fake happiness apparent but not see through.
"Long time no see!"
"Hello Tony, may we come in?" Steve asked, with some authority in his tone.
"Yeah sure. I have a board room this way so we can talk," I point towards a hallway, "Please follow me."
I could tell Steve and some of the others were taken back at my politeness. Oh, this is just the calm before the storm. As I lead the others down the hall a turn suddenly opening a door, leading to a board room that was big enough to fit all of us and more. I hold the door, pointing my hand towards to room giving them a small smile.
"You've changed, Stark." Natasha spoke, as she crossed her arms.
"And you haven't?" I questioned, leading to a few confused stares.
After a bit of just staring at each other, Steve finally decided to walk into the room. Following with the others, Natasha being last, turned to me.
"You've changed a lot," Natasha spoke in a lowered voice as not to be heard, "I can tell just by the way you walk, you're not so hunched in on yourself." She smiled a bit.
"Why thank you for noticing, Ms. Romanoff. How have you been?" I asked gently in the same lowered voice, smiling a bit genuinely.
"I've been on the run, but aside from that, I've been alright. How have you been since it went down?" Her tone matching that of mine.
"I've been doing great, so much has happened since I last saw you all. To put it out there I've adopted a kid, got married, and now I'm meeting you again."
Natasha stopped a bit, shock subtly on her expression, "Adopted a kid? Who are you and what have you done with the Tony Stark, I know?" She gave me a small smile and bumped my arm with hers. I flinched again, but it wasn't seen... hopefully.
"Changed." I said simply.
"Also married? Congratulations." She smiled a bit more before walking in the room.
"Thank you." I say as I close the door, walking in as well.
The room was practically separated, one side being the Rouges and the other being open. I mean the room was big enough, but damn I can practically smell the distrust. I walked over towards the middle of the open side and took a seat.
"Before shit hits the fan," I say gaining everyone's attention, "How have you all been? Ya know... aside from the running part?" I put my head on my hand and rested my elbows on the table.
"Surviving, doing what is needed to be done." Steve answered first, very pointedly.
"Staying with family," Clint practically spit out. Okay so someone's pissed.
"Hiding mainly, but chill I guess." Sam answered, leaning back into the chair.
"We have each other," Wanda said, her accent not as thick as before, "So, okay." Her arm moved from under the table and Vision looked at her and smiled a bit, my eyebrows raised a bit. They're dating.
Bucky said nothing, he just looked down at the table. Huh.
"Sir," Vision said gaining my attention, "How have you been?" Ah the voice of JARVIS. I've missed it.
I smiled a bit before answering, "I've been doing a lot better. Doing a lot of stuff I needed to get done, finally being happy for once," I smiled more, "I've gotten married to someone I never would have even thought about, which I'm glad I did, went back to running a company, stopped drinking alcohol, gotten on a better sleep schedule, and finally started eating correctly."
Vision smiled, "Congratulations, sir."
"Thank you."
"Good to know you've gotten it easy." Sam muttered a bit too loudly, my smile dropping and my face becoming blank, throwing off a few of them.
I turn towards him, seeing he had is arms crossed and was staring at the wall.
I tensely smile, "Can I look you in the eyes, or are we avoiding that?" Instantly I see him look me in the eyes, with a bit of an aggravated expression.
Before he could speak, I cut him off, "I have had it far from easy, Mr. Wilson." My voice monotone, "I've been busy for the past 3 years trying to clear you all of charges. As well as making, basically prosthetic legs, for my best friend Rhodey as he became paralyzed after the fight. I've also been dealing with PTSD from the fight as well as the many fights before that, and I am sitting in a room with a person who has, for life, paralyzed him and my almost murderers. Say I have to easy all you want but that's just materialistically, not mentally or emotionally. Thankfully, like you, I had people who cared about me and actually wanted to help me."
"Shit, he paralyzed?" Sam sat up, uncrossing his arms.
"Yep. Has been for the past 3 years." I sighed, turning back to the group.
Wanda thought for a bit, "You said almost murderers... who are they? Because they never told us." Steve and James tensed in the slightest.
Of course they didn't.
"Well here are some hints!" I replied suddenly cheery, freaking some of them out a bit more then I already have, "One had a shield and the other has a metal arm!" My tone still cheery, as I smiled.
Everyone looked over at said people, before anyone one could say anything F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke up.
"Boss, Mini Stark has requested you in the living area." The group jumped, except Vision and me.
"Mini Stark?" Natasha teased a bit, I could tell she was trying to lighten the mood. I'm not the only one who's changed.
"What does he need?" I asked ignoring her comment.
"He would not say."
"Alright, thank you F.R.I.," I thanked as I stood up, almost getting towards to door until someone spoke up.
"So, this 'Mini Stark' person is more important than this?" Ah, of course it had to be Steve.
As I got to the door I opened it looking backwards, "More important then you ever were in my life, and I've only known him for almost 4 years?" Seeing the shocked face on Steve gave me satisfaction before shutting the door. Once I did all I heard was Sam Wilson yell 'OOOOH BURNNNN' before some of the room started laughing. I smiled bit.
After a bit of a walk I walked into the living room, to see Loki sitting there on the L shaped couch with a STARKPad. A bit confused I asked, "Hey hon, I heard from F.R.I.D.A.Y. Pete called me in here. Where is he?"
"Oh it wasn't him that called for you, I just asked her to use that name to get you." He stood up from the L shaped couch putting down the STARKPad, walking over, "I couldn't help but worry, I've been watching from the security cameras and have been listening. I can see how tense you are from a mile away."
He brought his hands up to my shoulders, a massaged them a bit. I chuckled, gently grabbing his wrists and putting them on my waist wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Always the worried bug." I smile, quickly kissing him, "But it's alright. It's still a lot to take in."
"I can go back with you if you want, I could-" I put my index finger on his lips, stopping him.
"Remember that they still remember New York and haven't forgiven you." I could see him shift a bit, I caressed his face making him look at me.
They only remember you as a person who killed 80 people within 2 days, not the sweetheart who smiles at just the slightest thing Peter does or I do.
"If anything happens, like a start to have a panic attack, or anything like that than you can come down. Alright?" Loki thought for a moment, I could feel him playing with his wedding ring on my hip. He bit his lip a bit.
"A-Alright, but if anything happens I'm down there in an instant. Got it?" Loki became more stern as he finished.
"Got it, Lokes," I kissed him gently, playing with his hair a bit, "Alright, I gotta get back."
He let go of my waist and I started walking away, "I love you, Reindeer games."
"I love you too." Loki said, somewhat dejectedly. I sighed turning back towards him, a small smile upon my lips.
"I promise, love." He nodded going back towards the couch.
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As I was walking back I saw Peter typing something into his web-shooter, mumbling. A worried and confused expression upon his face.
"Hey kid," I walked towards him, hearing a door open but decided to ignore it, "What's wrong?" Worry in my tone.
"I can't seem to get this formula right!" Peter threw up his hands, before slouching, "I've tried everything I know! It just won't work!" He handed me the shooter.
I looked it over, seeing everything was correct except one number wasn't needed, I point at it, showing him.
"This number isn't needed, but otherwise everything else is correct." I smile, looking at him. His face lit up, quickly deleting the number from the equation.
He looked up at me, beaming, "Thanks dad! I gotta go now, gotta put it into the other one as well."
"Anytime kiddo." I ruffle his hair, gaining a whine from the child. I look as he runs off to our lab, smiling.
I hear a door close with a click, huh.. that's weird. I turn towards the hallway and get to the door to hear, "The kid looks exactly like him! There's no way-"
I cut them off, opening the door, seeing Sam quickly shut his mouth.
So, you were the one spying? You suck at it. You should have sent Natasha or Clint.
"Where were we?" I ask, walking into the room sitting back down in my spot.
"I was not aware you had a child." Vision added, gaining a few 'shut it' stares.
I hum in acknowledgment, "Not many people are, and I would like to keep it that way."
Steve seemed to be thinking and was about to speak before James cut him off, "Is he biological?" I think I knew what he was pointing at. I was a playboy.
"No," I answered seeming to shock some of them, "He's adopted, and I'm glad he's my son."
"I thought you hated kids." Steve added, challenging me.
"I've never hated kids, Rogers," I tensely replied, anger seeping into my tone, "I was worried I'd become like my father, Howard, and neglect them. But I'm nothing like him."
He certainly do not expect such a honest answer.
"Now, can we get on with the meeting or are we going to be worried about my personal life?" I say, very pointedly.
Vision chimes in, "About your question earlier, we were talking about how Steve and Bucky were your, as you phrased it, almost murderers." The room became tense again, well more so than before.
Sometimes, bluntness is a cruse and a blessing, I'm glad that didn't change. I sigh, some memories popping into my mind. I could feel my anxiety rising, I can't show it.
"A-Ah, yes that." I stuttered, clasping my hands together, "Which side would you like to hear first? Mine or theirs?"
Some of the group thought a moment, before Natasha spoke up.
"I would like to hear Steve's side of things." She sounded... passive aggressive?
"Well you see," Steve started, "Me, Tony, and Bucky walked into a building that had super solders, like me and Bucky, dead. And we found a man the man who did it, and he said a few things then started playing a video from 1991. It was-"
"It showed my parents dying, killed by your friend Bucky." Anger seeping into my tone, "After I watched my parents be brutally murdered, I asked Rogers if he knew about it. He said he did but didn't know who did it." My face showing pure anger.
"Then you proceeded to fight us." Steve said, authority making its way into his tone. Leaning forward a bit.
I lean back in my chair, resting my head on my left hand against the arm of the chair. My right hand death gripping the other.
"I take full responsibility for my actions, Rogers. I reacted out of anger, but you can't necessarily blame me, can you? I had every right to be angry-"
"I'm not saying you didn't but-"
"I'm not finished." I seethed out, "Yes, we proceeded to fight. But that doesn't mean that you should have shoved your shield through my arc reactor."
"Steve!" Natasha scolded.
"You wouldn't have stopped if I didn't do something! You ripped Bucky's arm off! I had to protect my friend!"
"I was your friend too!" I yelled, making some flinch back, "But it was apparent that I didn't matter to you as much as I thought I did."
The room suddenly became silent as I felt arms wrap around my shoulders, feeling cold skin I had gotten so use too.
"Are they bothering you, darling?" The familiar voice of Loki rang through the room, seething with anger.
I sweat-dropped, seeing the Rogues reactions. The original avengers, Steve, Natasha, and Clint immediately stood up and got in fighting stances while the others backed up. Seemingly on guard.
"Back away from him." Natasha growled, eyes glued to Loki.
I rested my hand on his arm, and tapped him. I looked up smiling a bit a him, he looked down smirking a bit before looking back up.
"Tony! Why is he here?!" Steve demanded, anger apparent in his eyes. Stance still strong.
"Ah, I forgot." I chuckled a bit, gaining confused yet angry stares, "After a few weeks of the fight Thor, Bruce, and Loki here ended up on my doorstep." Natasha perked up at the name Bruce.
"Bruce is alive?" Awe in her voice.
"Yes, he is." Loki answered, "Him and my brother are doing well."
"Did you hurt them?" Clint stiffly asked, his body insanely tense.
"No." He answered sternly, "I haven't hurt anyone in a very long time."
The team didn't seem to believe him, still in there stances. Loki, probably realizing that was probably going nowhere, removed his arms around my shoulders and pulled out a chair to my right. Sitting down, he leaned forward clasping his hands together. The team's eyes glued to him.
"Sit down, you look like imbeciles ready to attack to white board." Loki interjected, his snarky comment getting to Clint.
"I have every right to look the way I do, you brainwashed and mind-controlled me to do your bidding!" Clint spit, angry being read everywhere on his body.
"I never said you didn't, and I'm sorry for what happened at New York. I was being mind-controlled as well." Loki stares into his eyes, "But, just putting out there, if I really wanted to take over New York it would have been done a very long time ago."
"Truth." I added quietly for only Loki to hear, who gave me a look.
"Plus, Barton," I added, "That was 7 years ago... I understand it was probably a horrible experience but you can at least try to heal." That seemed to just make him more angry.
"I was being controlled doing stuff I never wanted to do but-" He was cut off by Thor popping his head in through the door.
"I heard yelling, is everything alright?" Thor asked, tone gentle.
"You got a hair cut." Sam spoke in a dumbfounded tone.
"Ah, yes I did." He spoke, opening the door more putting a hand to his head.
"No, nothing is alright." Clint still boring holes into Loki's head, Loki still staring back.
"Oh, is it about the thing that happened in New York?" Thor's tone light.
"Yes." Clint exaggerated.
Thor thought for a bit, "He was controlled as well," He finally spoke, "I understand how you feel but you cannot hold it against him, as we never held your actions against you." Thor shocked most of the group as they were use to him being very headstrong, and jumping into the way of danger head first.
You could see the gears turning in his head, going a thousand miles a minute. You could see him become it more angry before finally, he got out of his stance still tense.
"Don't expect me to be all buddy buddy with you." Clint pointed at Loki.
"I don't expect anything of you, least of all that," Loki raised his hands a bit in a surrender before putting his hands back down, "But I would like to be on better terms then the one we are on now."
"We'll see about that."
"Alright, well I think that's all for today!" I exclaim standing up, clapping my hands together, "We've had enough cutthroat action to be good for the month! I'll lead you to the door."
Thor moved from his spot at the door, "Alright, well I should get to checking on Bruce. I need to see if he's eaten today." He waved, before turning on his heels and walking down to the hall.
I walked towards the door realizing Loki was behind me, I got out the door and turned towards the group as Loki stood by my side. Slowly, the group started walking out of the room. Clint being the last one.
"I'm not letting him walk behind me." Staring very pointedly at Loki.
"Alright." I said letting go of the door, Loki walking next me.
Loki wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me to him as we walked towards the front door. I put my arm around him as well, resting my hand on his shoulder. You could still feel the anger radiating off of Clint as he walk behind us.
Steve, in the front of the group, opened the door walking through the others following. Clint begrudgingly, walked out the door as well.
"Well, hopefully next time we meet we won't let our emotions get in the way. Me included." I sharply exhale, earning a gentle squeeze from Loki.
"You're married to him?" Steve asked, finally realizing.
"Why yes, he is Rogers," Loki answered for me, "And I don't think you have any right to comment on it." I smirked a bit before tapping his shoulder.
"Loki..." I playfully scolded, "He doesn't know any better he's from the 1940's." I added the last part quietly.
He looked at me then brought his lips next to my ear, "I've only lived here for 3 almost 4 years, and I still know better."
I barely contained my laughter, smiling I say, "Alright, well... it's been fun. We'll see you when we meet up again."
"Hopefully not." Loki quietly muttered. I smiled a bit more.
"See ya!" Before I could shut the door, Loki quickly turned my head kissing me.
Smiling into the kiss, he finally shut the door. He stops pulling his head away, smirking devilishly. I felt my face flush a bit.
I chuckle a bit, wrapping my arms around him, "Not that I mind but, what was that about?"
"I could tell most of the Rouges were judging you, so I simply showed -as you call it- PDA in front of them." He answered, snarky.
I laughed, smiling, "Of course, you would. Anyways, I'm emotionally drained." I sighed.
Loki nodded understanding, "How about you get changed out of that suit, and I'll go start a movie. Alright?" He kissed my forehead, letting go of each other I walked towards our room as he walked towards the living room.
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I sighed as I walked towards my room, my muscles aching from being tensed up for so long. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to massage the muscles. The group barely talked about the arrangements, or anything other then Steve and James trying to murder me. I shivered at the thought. I entered the bedroom, changing out of my suit and into a black tank top and grey sweatpants.
I walk out, closing the door behind me, and walk towards the living area. I see Peter, Thor, Bruce, and Loki all talking. I smile walking towards the couch sitting next the Loki.
"Hey dad. We were just discussing what movie we wanted to watch. I said, Star Wars or a Disney Movie. Uncle Thor said Howl's Moving Castle, Uncle Bruce said My Neighbor Totoro, and Pops said Jumanji. What do you think?" He asked, I thought for a moment leaning into Loki. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"I think we should watch Howl's Moving Castle sounds good." I watched as Thor's face turned into triumph.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Thor said, glee in his tone, "Play Howl's Moving Castle."
"You got it." She replied, turning on the TV and dimming the lights.
I turned my head towards Loki and smiled, mouthing a thank you, he smiled, "Anytime, darling." Before pecking my lips.
The night went on and I fell asleep during the middle of the movie. Getting rest that I very much needed.
Fin~
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