Have the world end in fire or ice?
Why do I suddenly have the urge to read/write fic where Tony gets cloned and the Avengers end up with a little Tony—about four or five—running around. Big!Tony is very ‘do not want’, because he remembers being a kid, remembers how no one ever wanted him around, how he was always in the way, how he was ‘obnoxious’ and ‘tedious’.
But then there’s Little!Tony, who is inquisitive and laughs and plays with Clint and Thor, and is doted on by Bruce and indulged by Pepper and protected by Natasha and and flat out LOVED by Steve.
And Tony knew—he KNEW—that his childhood was fucked up, but it’s one thing to know it and a whole other thing to see this little person who’s blossoming under all this positive attention, and then there are feelings and Steve and Tony adopt Little!Tony and everyone lives happily every after.
Except for Fury, because god fucking dammit, THE WORLD DOES NOT NEED TWO TONY STARKS.
"No," Tony says firmly. Then, because no one seems to be paying attention, he says louder, "No! It can’t stay here. The tower’s full up, fill to capacity with Avengers. And what about all the pointy, explodey things? Hostile environment. So no, it can’t stay here. Pepper, send it somewhere else, like a farm or something. It would probably like that. All that room to run around and drool."
The look Steve looks him is impressive with how scathing it is, but Pepper doesn’t even look up from where she’s coddling the sticky thing that might one day have a goatee as nice as Tony’s. “He’s a he, not an it, and can image the havoc you would cause on a farm?” Pepper smudges a bit of soot from the imposter’s cheek with an efficient sweep of her thumb. “He’d do something to the milking machines and the cows would never recover.”
"It can’t stay,” Tony says desperately. This is a terrible, horrible, no good idea, even worse than that time he tried to recreate the flying cars from the Jetsons when he was fifteen, and no one seems to understand that.
"My name is Tony," the imposter says with a pout, and the slightest trace of a lisp. That’s right, Tony remembers, he’d gone through a phase where he thought that made him seem sympathetic.
“No,” Tony says. For the good of his own sanity, he ignores the way Steve is glaring a hole through the side of his head and how Pepper seems to be looking up child friendly furniture on her tablet.
"Yes it is,” the imposter says, brown eyes huge and watery.
"Well, I had it first,” Tony shouts, and to his own horror he stamps his foot.
Anthony’s sniffling in the kitchen when Tony finally emerges from his workshop to hunt for coffee. It’s enough to make him pause, because Tony was never much of a crier as a kid—why bother, no one ever paid any more attention for it than it took to tell him to behave himself—and after the first week or so of displacement, Anthony had seemed to settle into the tower with an eery sort of cheer and goodwill.
It was unsettling and Tony didn’t trust it, but it felt more natural than the fat tears that are slowly…leaking from his face.
Tony shifts in the doorway, and that pause is his undoing, because it gives Anthony a chance to look up and see him there. Ugh, gross, there’s snot. This is so below Tony’s pay grade.
Anthony’s eyes go as wide as he can make them, but the way he tips his chin up is pure defiance. If that’s the way he wants to play this, Tony can work with that.
"Mini me," Tony says as he side steps around Anthony to get to the coffee maker.
Anthony sniffles in response.
Which, okay, Tony’s not heartless. Not really, and even if he were, he’d want to know why the kid is dripping all over his imported Italian marble counters. Also, you know, it’s him, so there’s a very real possibility that something highly unstable is in one of the stages of exploding at this very moment, and Tony’s rebuilt this tower once, he doesn’t want to have to do it again.
"Okay," he says once he’s filled the biggest mug he can find and taken a fortifying sip. "Spill it."
Anthony looks bewildered, and Tony points at him around his coffee.
"Tell me what you did, mini me,” he clarifies.
Anthony’s expression clears, then crumples in on itself almost instantly, but there’s only a brief pause before he produces one of Clint’s bows and says in a voice so small that a Stark should never admit to using it, “I broke it.”
Tony sighs, because this is good, this he can handle. This isn’t a skinned knee or hurt feelings, it’s a bow, and it’s not even a complicated break.
"Right," Tony says and takes a celebratory sip. "So you fix it."
"I don’t know how,” Anthony wails.
Tony winces at the pitch, snaps out, “Age is no excuse for incompetence,” and then immediately pauses, because fucking hell, he’d sounded like his fucking father.
Anthony looks stricken and pale, and Tony puts one hand up in what he hopes is a calming gesture while he tries to get his heart under control and remember that he’s the adult out of the two of them and not allowed to be the one to have an embarrassing breakdown.
"Or you know what," Tony says slowly, "Or we do this. You grab that and come with me."
Anthony blinks at him suspiciously and cradles the bow in his chubby arms. “Why?” he asks.
"We’re going to the workshop," he says. He pretends not to notice how Anthony’s eyes go huge again and how his mouth drops open the tiniest bit in excitement. "You broke that and it’s your responsibility, but I’m going to show you how to fix it."
Have the world end in fire or ice?
as long as the song closing time plays, i’m down with either
hot tip: bisexuals, pansexuals, and other people attracted to more than one gender are still queer
even if they are in a relationship a cis person of a different gender
because, hey, it’s still a gender among the many that they can be attracted to
they are not “betraying the cause” or whatever shit just because they are in a relationship that happens to make them appear straight
because they ain’t straight
on a similar note can we stop assuming that both parties in a same-sex relationship must be gay
because you know sometimes bisexuals or pansexuals wind up being attracted to the same gender too you know
so not everyone in a relationship with the same gender is automatically homosexual and will always be in a relationship with that gender
maybe their next relationship will be with a heterosexual of a different gender from them whatever you don’t know they don’t wear a giant I AM BISEXUAL sign for you to distinguish them from gays
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
How often do you masturbate?
Not as much as I’d like to. I used to do it for maybe 2 or 3 hours a day. My life has been really busy lately, what with school and such, so I haven’t had much free time, unfortunately. I’d like to get back into it though, because I’ve just been really stressed out lately, and I could definitely use a release.
I’m not a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, I’m a Raving Harpy Nightmare Woman.