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title; mushaboom
rated; pg
characters; tony stark, natasha romanova, pepper potts, spider-man, the winter soldier, emma frost, scott summers, wolverine, hawkeye, mockingbird, pixie, ms. marvel, madame masque, mary jane watson-parker
notes; Okay so each of these is a ficlet putting comic book characters into the Iron Man Movieverse. I've wanted to do this for about...two years now but I am FINALLY GETTING IT DONE. Don't judge. TEN STORIES. EACH INCREASINGLY DUMBER, I THINK.
i. peter parker // spider-man
"Holy--holy crap--" The kid in the red and blue jumpsuit put a hand on his head and shook it, staring at the destruction that had been caused by...whatever the hell happened at the Stark Expo. How the hell was he supposed to clean this up? He was used to petty thieves and on a bad day, someone like Sandman and on a worst day, someone like Norman Osborn.
Not...the destruction brought on by playboy billionaires who get bored and create...monsters. Peter felt a little...weak in the knees and not in the way he did when he looked at Mary Jane Watson for too long.
"Who's the kid in pajamas and why is he having a panic attack?" A drawling voice caught his attention and he snapped around to look at the infamous Tony Stark, coupled with his CEO (and girlfriend according to the Daily Bugle but we all know how much he actually paid attention to what was written in that rag), Pepper Potts.
Peter pointed a finger at him. "You, sir, are worse than the Hulk. People live in New York, you know! You can't just...boom! Explode it! I can't even...humor as a defense at you right now!"
"Someone get the Spider-Kid a drink please," Tony said, pushing his sunglasses up on his nose. "Kid, don't worry, I've got people to take care of it. New York will be New York once again."
"Spider-Man--"
"Hah, no, you're what, twelve? Spider-Kid."
"Spider-Man, I am in my twenties--I am not having this argument with you. I am going to go home. And hate you from a far. Stupid Iron Man. Stupid Tony Stark."
He wandered off before shooting a strand of webbing and flying off. Tony watched with a little smirk and beckoned Natalie forward. "Agent Romanova, I think Colonel Fury should look into this Spider-Man. He's got...spunk."
ii. emma frost // the white queen
Tony Stark was twenty-five the first time he went to the Hellfire Club in New York City. He'd had the pass since his father died, but just never had the time. Okay, he had the time, but it was usually already occupied with some girl he had met hours before he even thought about getting to the Club.
But one day he made it. They opened the door for him, greeted him by name, gave him drink after drink and sat him down at a private table. Girls flocked to him, wanting to meet the infamous Tony Stark. Business men networked with him (there was something about Norman Osborn that just gave Tony the skeevies).
There's one girl though, a few years younger than he is, blonde and in all white, up on a pedestal with several others...the ones that are in the inner circle or some shit (Tony had a few drinks at that point, when whoever it was talking to him gave him the lowdown on how this place works). She was gorgeous and she knew it. She had Tony's kind of confidence.
He was pretty sure he was breaking all of the rules when he wandered up on the dais where she sat and took her hand in his, raising it to his lips. Her eyebrows raised and her icy blue eyes looked startled for half a second before she schooled her expression into something like calm disinterest.
"Tony Stark," He said, against her knuckles and she pulled her gloved hand away, tsking.
"Mr. Stark," She murmured, her accent taking Tony by surprise. He wouldn't have pegged her for a Brit (and later when he learns she was born and raised in Boston, he's left feeling super confused). "I know exactly who you are. I am the White Queen."
"You got a real name?" He squinted up at her, and she scoffs at his rudeness. Her gaze slid to her left, to the man seated next to her. Sebastian Shaw, Tony seemed to remember, vaguely. Then she stood, all legs and white boots and white cape and barely any clothes covering her and dear God, Tony Stark was in love.
She stepped down the stairs and turned to look at him, a smirk hovering at the edge of her mouth. "Emma Frost."
He stood there dumbly for a moment before: "Wait-- like...Frost International?"
iii. bucky barnes // the winter soldier
It had been a good few years since Tony became a consultant for the Avengers Initiative and so much had happened. They had a team, they found a god, they found a living legend and they have done nothing but be amazing together. He loved it. This was what changing the world was all about, even if they have to deal with Nick Fury.
And then it all went to hell. There's assassinations and no one knows what's going on and then they find out and it's Captain America's old sidekick from World War II and Tony wondered what it was like to not live in a comic book. He'd forgotten. But then Cap got through to this kid, to Bucky Barnes and he's good again and Tony was just plain confused.
"How do we know he's just not going to snap, Steve?" Tony asked as they walked down the hall. He ran a hand over his hair and accepted the bottle of water Pepper handed him, her heels clicking in the hallway.
Steve stopped walking and the noise of Pepper's heels faded. "I just know, Tony. Please. Just talk with him. You'll see."
They didn't make it into the holding room, even though the door is open, there's someone in the way. It was Natasha and Tony was even more confused. One look at Steve showed he was just as clueless.
She stepped through, pressing files against the desk as Tony and the others followed in. Bucky glanced at Steve and smiled sheepishly for a moment before turning his attention to Natasha. His hand went for hers and she stilled, staring at him with something like...loss on her face.
"Natalia." The Russian name sounded strange in his flawless, American accent. But there was no doubt in the way he said it (desperately, like a man who had just found what he was looking for) and when Natasha turned her hand to curl her fingers around his, Tony felt like his head was going to explode from sheer not knowing what the hell was going on.
"What the hell is going on?" He hissed, turning to Pepper. "And get me some Motrin, please."
iv. scott summers // cyclops
"Emma Frost!" Tony crossed the lobby of Stark Tower to greet her, hands outstretched. She took them daintily and accepted his kisses on the cheek, smiling vaguely.
"Tony Stark," She murmured, pulling sunglasses off her face to stare up at him with those damn blue eyes of hers that always got him when they were younger. "Time has treated you well. So has money and heroism, I hear."
He laughed, and slung an arm around her arm. "And I hear you got out of the villain business. You can't know how glad that makes me. I'd hate to have to kick your ass."
"As if I'd ever give you the chance, Stark." Emma ducked out from under his arm and held a hand out behind her. "Tony, this is Scott Summers, Headmaster of the Charles Xavier Institute."
Tony glanced at the man and shook his hand. "So, Scott. What are your powers?"
"Picking fights with Wolverine." He said, deadpanned, as Emma rolled her eyes.
v. wolverine
"Just...be careful." Natasha murmured as they stopped outside a meeting room in Stark Tower.
"And don't make him angry." Pepper said from the other side. "Having calm relations with mutants and potential Avengers makes the company look good. Remember, this tower has your name on it, so if anything happens in it--"
"--It will reflect badly on Stark Enterprises and Ms. Potts," Natasha finished. "And we need his experience in Japan for this next mission so please do not screw this up. I don't want to explain it to Colonel Fury."
Tony stared at the two redheads before him and shook his head. "You two aren't allowed to hang out anymore. You're scary."
He pushed his way into the room and stared at the guy in lounging in one of the chairs. Plaid shirt, ripped jeans, cowboy hat. Weird hair. Kinda short (okay, really short). "You must be ah, Logan."
"Says so on the paperwork, bub." Logan said, his voice a low growl.
"Right and you're with the X-Men. Good team. I've met Emma a few times."
Logan snorted at that. "Oh yeah, bub, we know all about you an' Em. So I hear you need me for some mission to Japan. I'll do it, but not 'cause it's you. It's 'cause I owe Fury. An' I hate owin' Fury. An' I owe 'Tasha...and she never lets me forget it either. But I have stipulations."
Tony tried to cover up his shock at Logan even knowing what the word stipulation meant by nodding. "Sure, of course."
"I get called Wolverine only and...I'm gonna need like...twenty cases of beer."
vi. clint barton & bobbi morse // hawkeye & mockingbird
"So you're just adding people to the roster without even talking to me now?" Tony pressed his fingers against his eyes and shook his head when Natasha tried to get him to sign something. "Do it later, Romanova, I'm busy being annoyed. First I don't get to even play in the Superhero Boyband and now I have to furnish two more rooms for our newest members."
"Just one room." Natasha corrects. "They're married."
"Married? Who the hell gets married in this day and age, in this profession?"
"Bobbi Morse and Clint Barton, apparently, sir. I can list plenty of others if you want?"
Tony just glared at her. "Okay. Furnish a room for them, forge my signature, do whatever you need."
"You, on the other hand," Natasha raised her eyebrows, "Need to go and meet them, please."
Where Tony thought Bobbi and Clint would be mushy and gross and all married and couply, in reality they were both pretty interesting people. He wasn't sure what the hell they were doing on the team (Fury had a habit of letting him know after they'd already moved into headquarters that people were joining up on a team) but if Clint could shoot arrows like he said he could and if Bobbi could...do whatever the hell she did (look, Tony was too busy thinking about other things and looking at her chest. He was a very busy man), then it'd all work out.
Hopefully.
vii. mary jane watson-parker
"Well hell-ooo, Ms. Watson." Tony took her hand in his and kissed it, smirking into her skin. She raised her eyebrows and giggled, softly.
"No, no, no, no," Peter came out of nowhere, grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her away, turning around to only point a finger at Tony and wag it. "No."
viii. pixie // megan gwynn
"You have wings." Tony stated, staring at the girl hovering behind Wolverine.
"Yeah she does that." Logan muttered. "Where's Fury? Can I leave her here for a minute? Don't piss her off, she has a Souldagger."
(He left immediately after that statement, causing Tony to stare at the girl like he was scared she might Souldagger him for no reason. What the hell was a Souldagger anyway?!)
"You have a name?" Tony ventured, trying a smile.
She squeaked her name (Megan) before pacing around nervously. He stepped up behind her to put a hand on her shoulder and she squeaked again and --
Later Wolverine would explain that one of her powers was dust that caused hallucinations, but that wouldn't make the fact Tony spent an hour trying to ride a unicorn that wasn't there, any better.
(Or the fact Natasha got pictures and forwarded them to Pepper. That...in fact...made it worse.)
ix. whitney frost // madame masque
"Right, you do know you're crazy, right?" His voice has that metallic tang to it when he's in the suit and he's got all his HUDs up so he can see where Madame Masque is at all times and make sure Pepper's safe too.
He should have never left her in California on her own. He needed to make her move to Manhattan. She could run the company from there. It'd be so much easier to keep her safe that way.
Madame Masque was screaming at him, blaming him for her 'hideousness' and saying that she would turn his precious Potts into someone just like her so they'd both know what it was like to be Whitney Frost forever. He was almost rolling his eyes and he idly wondered if Pepper was getting just as tired as he was at the threats against her.
They always referred to her as his "precious Potts"...it was like they had a script.
He knocked Masque out with a blow to the back of the head before yanking his helmet off and giving Pepper an exasperated look. "You are moving to Manhattan. So much easier to keep an eye on you there."
For once, Pepper didn't argue.
x. carol danvers // ms. marvel
"This is--"
"Carol Danvers." Tony said, with a grin. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You know her." Natasha stated, rather than asked, as she watched the two of them.
"I used to work with Rhodey." Carol beamed, striding forward and grabbing Tony in a hug. "God, Tony. It's been forever. Look at you. Iron Man."
"And look at you. When did you become a super hero?"
"Long story." She waved him off. "But I'm here. Ready to do my part."
"How military of you." Tony drawled. "So what do we call you?"
"Ah, Ms. Marvel." Carol's grin stayed in place as she glanced over her shoulder at Natasha.
"I don't judge," Red hair spilled over Natasha's shoulders as she shook her head. "I'm the Black Widow, after all. Apparently I kill and eat men. And Tony let the press name him."
Tony, on the other hand, stared at Carol. "Ms. Marvel? Really. Kinda pretentious---ow! Not fair, you can't throw my own office supplies at me!"
rated; pg
characters; tony stark, natasha romanova, pepper potts, spider-man, the winter soldier, emma frost, scott summers, wolverine, hawkeye, mockingbird, pixie, ms. marvel, madame masque, mary jane watson-parker
notes; Okay so each of these is a ficlet putting comic book characters into the Iron Man Movieverse. I've wanted to do this for about...two years now but I am FINALLY GETTING IT DONE. Don't judge. TEN STORIES. EACH INCREASINGLY DUMBER, I THINK.
i. peter parker // spider-man
"Holy--holy crap--" The kid in the red and blue jumpsuit put a hand on his head and shook it, staring at the destruction that had been caused by...whatever the hell happened at the Stark Expo. How the hell was he supposed to clean this up? He was used to petty thieves and on a bad day, someone like Sandman and on a worst day, someone like Norman Osborn.
Not...the destruction brought on by playboy billionaires who get bored and create...monsters. Peter felt a little...weak in the knees and not in the way he did when he looked at Mary Jane Watson for too long.
"Who's the kid in pajamas and why is he having a panic attack?" A drawling voice caught his attention and he snapped around to look at the infamous Tony Stark, coupled with his CEO (and girlfriend according to the Daily Bugle but we all know how much he actually paid attention to what was written in that rag), Pepper Potts.
Peter pointed a finger at him. "You, sir, are worse than the Hulk. People live in New York, you know! You can't just...boom! Explode it! I can't even...humor as a defense at you right now!"
"Someone get the Spider-Kid a drink please," Tony said, pushing his sunglasses up on his nose. "Kid, don't worry, I've got people to take care of it. New York will be New York once again."
"Spider-Man--"
"Hah, no, you're what, twelve? Spider-Kid."
"Spider-Man, I am in my twenties--I am not having this argument with you. I am going to go home. And hate you from a far. Stupid Iron Man. Stupid Tony Stark."
He wandered off before shooting a strand of webbing and flying off. Tony watched with a little smirk and beckoned Natalie forward. "Agent Romanova, I think Colonel Fury should look into this Spider-Man. He's got...spunk."
ii. emma frost // the white queen
Tony Stark was twenty-five the first time he went to the Hellfire Club in New York City. He'd had the pass since his father died, but just never had the time. Okay, he had the time, but it was usually already occupied with some girl he had met hours before he even thought about getting to the Club.
But one day he made it. They opened the door for him, greeted him by name, gave him drink after drink and sat him down at a private table. Girls flocked to him, wanting to meet the infamous Tony Stark. Business men networked with him (there was something about Norman Osborn that just gave Tony the skeevies).
There's one girl though, a few years younger than he is, blonde and in all white, up on a pedestal with several others...the ones that are in the inner circle or some shit (Tony had a few drinks at that point, when whoever it was talking to him gave him the lowdown on how this place works). She was gorgeous and she knew it. She had Tony's kind of confidence.
He was pretty sure he was breaking all of the rules when he wandered up on the dais where she sat and took her hand in his, raising it to his lips. Her eyebrows raised and her icy blue eyes looked startled for half a second before she schooled her expression into something like calm disinterest.
"Tony Stark," He said, against her knuckles and she pulled her gloved hand away, tsking.
"Mr. Stark," She murmured, her accent taking Tony by surprise. He wouldn't have pegged her for a Brit (and later when he learns she was born and raised in Boston, he's left feeling super confused). "I know exactly who you are. I am the White Queen."
"You got a real name?" He squinted up at her, and she scoffs at his rudeness. Her gaze slid to her left, to the man seated next to her. Sebastian Shaw, Tony seemed to remember, vaguely. Then she stood, all legs and white boots and white cape and barely any clothes covering her and dear God, Tony Stark was in love.
She stepped down the stairs and turned to look at him, a smirk hovering at the edge of her mouth. "Emma Frost."
He stood there dumbly for a moment before: "Wait-- like...Frost International?"
iii. bucky barnes // the winter soldier
It had been a good few years since Tony became a consultant for the Avengers Initiative and so much had happened. They had a team, they found a god, they found a living legend and they have done nothing but be amazing together. He loved it. This was what changing the world was all about, even if they have to deal with Nick Fury.
And then it all went to hell. There's assassinations and no one knows what's going on and then they find out and it's Captain America's old sidekick from World War II and Tony wondered what it was like to not live in a comic book. He'd forgotten. But then Cap got through to this kid, to Bucky Barnes and he's good again and Tony was just plain confused.
"How do we know he's just not going to snap, Steve?" Tony asked as they walked down the hall. He ran a hand over his hair and accepted the bottle of water Pepper handed him, her heels clicking in the hallway.
Steve stopped walking and the noise of Pepper's heels faded. "I just know, Tony. Please. Just talk with him. You'll see."
They didn't make it into the holding room, even though the door is open, there's someone in the way. It was Natasha and Tony was even more confused. One look at Steve showed he was just as clueless.
She stepped through, pressing files against the desk as Tony and the others followed in. Bucky glanced at Steve and smiled sheepishly for a moment before turning his attention to Natasha. His hand went for hers and she stilled, staring at him with something like...loss on her face.
"Natalia." The Russian name sounded strange in his flawless, American accent. But there was no doubt in the way he said it (desperately, like a man who had just found what he was looking for) and when Natasha turned her hand to curl her fingers around his, Tony felt like his head was going to explode from sheer not knowing what the hell was going on.
"What the hell is going on?" He hissed, turning to Pepper. "And get me some Motrin, please."
iv. scott summers // cyclops
"Emma Frost!" Tony crossed the lobby of Stark Tower to greet her, hands outstretched. She took them daintily and accepted his kisses on the cheek, smiling vaguely.
"Tony Stark," She murmured, pulling sunglasses off her face to stare up at him with those damn blue eyes of hers that always got him when they were younger. "Time has treated you well. So has money and heroism, I hear."
He laughed, and slung an arm around her arm. "And I hear you got out of the villain business. You can't know how glad that makes me. I'd hate to have to kick your ass."
"As if I'd ever give you the chance, Stark." Emma ducked out from under his arm and held a hand out behind her. "Tony, this is Scott Summers, Headmaster of the Charles Xavier Institute."
Tony glanced at the man and shook his hand. "So, Scott. What are your powers?"
"Picking fights with Wolverine." He said, deadpanned, as Emma rolled her eyes.
v. wolverine
"Just...be careful." Natasha murmured as they stopped outside a meeting room in Stark Tower.
"And don't make him angry." Pepper said from the other side. "Having calm relations with mutants and potential Avengers makes the company look good. Remember, this tower has your name on it, so if anything happens in it--"
"--It will reflect badly on Stark Enterprises and Ms. Potts," Natasha finished. "And we need his experience in Japan for this next mission so please do not screw this up. I don't want to explain it to Colonel Fury."
Tony stared at the two redheads before him and shook his head. "You two aren't allowed to hang out anymore. You're scary."
He pushed his way into the room and stared at the guy in lounging in one of the chairs. Plaid shirt, ripped jeans, cowboy hat. Weird hair. Kinda short (okay, really short). "You must be ah, Logan."
"Says so on the paperwork, bub." Logan said, his voice a low growl.
"Right and you're with the X-Men. Good team. I've met Emma a few times."
Logan snorted at that. "Oh yeah, bub, we know all about you an' Em. So I hear you need me for some mission to Japan. I'll do it, but not 'cause it's you. It's 'cause I owe Fury. An' I hate owin' Fury. An' I owe 'Tasha...and she never lets me forget it either. But I have stipulations."
Tony tried to cover up his shock at Logan even knowing what the word stipulation meant by nodding. "Sure, of course."
"I get called Wolverine only and...I'm gonna need like...twenty cases of beer."
vi. clint barton & bobbi morse // hawkeye & mockingbird
"So you're just adding people to the roster without even talking to me now?" Tony pressed his fingers against his eyes and shook his head when Natasha tried to get him to sign something. "Do it later, Romanova, I'm busy being annoyed. First I don't get to even play in the Superhero Boyband and now I have to furnish two more rooms for our newest members."
"Just one room." Natasha corrects. "They're married."
"Married? Who the hell gets married in this day and age, in this profession?"
"Bobbi Morse and Clint Barton, apparently, sir. I can list plenty of others if you want?"
Tony just glared at her. "Okay. Furnish a room for them, forge my signature, do whatever you need."
"You, on the other hand," Natasha raised her eyebrows, "Need to go and meet them, please."
Where Tony thought Bobbi and Clint would be mushy and gross and all married and couply, in reality they were both pretty interesting people. He wasn't sure what the hell they were doing on the team (Fury had a habit of letting him know after they'd already moved into headquarters that people were joining up on a team) but if Clint could shoot arrows like he said he could and if Bobbi could...do whatever the hell she did (look, Tony was too busy thinking about other things and looking at her chest. He was a very busy man), then it'd all work out.
Hopefully.
vii. mary jane watson-parker
"Well hell-ooo, Ms. Watson." Tony took her hand in his and kissed it, smirking into her skin. She raised her eyebrows and giggled, softly.
"No, no, no, no," Peter came out of nowhere, grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her away, turning around to only point a finger at Tony and wag it. "No."
viii. pixie // megan gwynn
"You have wings." Tony stated, staring at the girl hovering behind Wolverine.
"Yeah she does that." Logan muttered. "Where's Fury? Can I leave her here for a minute? Don't piss her off, she has a Souldagger."
(He left immediately after that statement, causing Tony to stare at the girl like he was scared she might Souldagger him for no reason. What the hell was a Souldagger anyway?!)
"You have a name?" Tony ventured, trying a smile.
She squeaked her name (Megan) before pacing around nervously. He stepped up behind her to put a hand on her shoulder and she squeaked again and --
Later Wolverine would explain that one of her powers was dust that caused hallucinations, but that wouldn't make the fact Tony spent an hour trying to ride a unicorn that wasn't there, any better.
(Or the fact Natasha got pictures and forwarded them to Pepper. That...in fact...made it worse.)
ix. whitney frost // madame masque
"Right, you do know you're crazy, right?" His voice has that metallic tang to it when he's in the suit and he's got all his HUDs up so he can see where Madame Masque is at all times and make sure Pepper's safe too.
He should have never left her in California on her own. He needed to make her move to Manhattan. She could run the company from there. It'd be so much easier to keep her safe that way.
Madame Masque was screaming at him, blaming him for her 'hideousness' and saying that she would turn his precious Potts into someone just like her so they'd both know what it was like to be Whitney Frost forever. He was almost rolling his eyes and he idly wondered if Pepper was getting just as tired as he was at the threats against her.
They always referred to her as his "precious Potts"...it was like they had a script.
He knocked Masque out with a blow to the back of the head before yanking his helmet off and giving Pepper an exasperated look. "You are moving to Manhattan. So much easier to keep an eye on you there."
For once, Pepper didn't argue.
x. carol danvers // ms. marvel
"This is--"
"Carol Danvers." Tony said, with a grin. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You know her." Natasha stated, rather than asked, as she watched the two of them.
"I used to work with Rhodey." Carol beamed, striding forward and grabbing Tony in a hug. "God, Tony. It's been forever. Look at you. Iron Man."
"And look at you. When did you become a super hero?"
"Long story." She waved him off. "But I'm here. Ready to do my part."
"How military of you." Tony drawled. "So what do we call you?"
"Ah, Ms. Marvel." Carol's grin stayed in place as she glanced over her shoulder at Natasha.
"I don't judge," Red hair spilled over Natasha's shoulders as she shook her head. "I'm the Black Widow, after all. Apparently I kill and eat men. And Tony let the press name him."
Tony, on the other hand, stared at Carol. "Ms. Marvel? Really. Kinda pretentious---ow! Not fair, you can't throw my own office supplies at me!"