fillers or aus i would love to play running list; if you're interested in any of this, throw up a starter and i am there
steve + peggy
Peggy and Steve's reunion when he returns to the past.
That dance scene. /sobs
Anything about their life afterward.
steve + tony
Conversations about Peggy or Howard, or anything else they'd talk about during their 2-man mission to the past
First time Steve and Tony interact after Tony calls Steve out on how failing together sucks.
Did Steve and Tony ever talk during those 5 years? If so, what did that look like?
[au] Tony survives, but Steve doesn't know that when he goes back in time. So now Steve is really old and Tony is not.
[au] Tony survives and Steve comes back from returning the stones and they rebuild their relationship
steve + natasha
Awful life at Avengers compound before Ant-Man, basically lots of hurt/comfort with each other
[au] When Steve tells Natasha that maybe they should both move on, he asks her out on a date — it becomes a very sad attempt at moving on, but it's also a sad kind of solace.
steve + bucky
Honestly, they barely got any time back together. Steve and Buck MUST have talked before Steve just decided to go back in the past. Possible convo where he admits he's not coming back, and asking Bucky if he wants to return back to their time with him?
steve + anyone
So ... you can so Mjolnir now?
Conversations with various characters when he returns the stones to their rightful place in the past
Someone insisting on going back in time with Steve, and they return all the stones together and this person convinces Steve to come back (or, is convinced that he really doesn't want to)
shuri + anyone
Rebuilding the world from Wakanda
Meeting the other avengers
One-uping our science bros during reconstruction :D
tony stark (AI) + morgan/anyone
I imagine this will be mostly sass.
And with everyone who is not Morgan, this will basically be him joking about how he's going to live forever.
The suit hangs in his closet like an accusation. It bothers him he can’t remember hanging it up. It drags him from the present and flings him with horrific speed into the knowledge that May had lived five years without anyone. That it’s been her alone in this apartment while the world ended.
He can’t do this. It’s been two weeks and he can. Not. Do. This.
Peter grabs his mask off his desk and fists it between his hands.
“Come on, Spider-Man,” he whispers, and dragging in a shaking breath, he jams the mask on over his face.
As soon as the mask locks on, the only indication that anything's different about Peter's suit is the quiet sound of something starting up. It isn't mechanical — that's too old school — but it's distinct. A sound effect that references music that Peter is too young to have listened to.
Hello kid.
It's Tony's voice, through and through. There's not even an electronic staccato to the way things are pronounced.
That mask is off his face fast enough to give a bystander whiplash. He throws it hard into the back of closet, body backing away until he hits the far wall, chest heaving. He can’t breathe.
He can’t breathe.
He scrubs his fists against his eyes until he sees spots dancing behind his eyelids.
May is calling his name through his door, and he had to have said something because after another second of silence she’s gone.
Slowly, he crawls back to his closet and retrieves his mask. Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe-
It hurts you know. The way you throw me into the closet.
If Peter's searching for some sense of grief, some acknowledgment of what has happened, he isn't getting it. Not even in the tone of Tony's voice. Until—
“Oh my god.” Peter whines in the back of his throat and slumps against the closet door. What even was happening right now? Other than him trying not to cry for like the third time that week. Peter swallows hard and lets his eyes slide shut and listens.
“Where’s KAREN?”
I am here, Peter.
“Then-“ he takes a sharp gulp of air. “Mr. Stark, what-?”
“No, it’s not selfish it’s-“ A lot to process right now because that means somewhere in the five years he was gone...
Tears burn at the corner of his eyes and he draws in a shaky breath. “It’s great.” His voice cracks at the end and he drags his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them.
He never got to say goodbye. It had been 30 seconds from Titan to the biggest battle of his life and he still wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, body crumbling into ash, Tony falling to the ground white as death.
He doesn't even say why. He instead, he moves straight onto Peter's next question.
I'm not sure. Which, I guess means no. If she had, I'd be able to tell. But uh, it's gonna be a little harder for her. I didn't exactly sew it into her clothes. So to speak.
Peter snags the leg of his suit and tugs it off the hanger to the ground. It pools at his feet and for a second he just stares at it. It wasn’t the same one he’d gone into space with. The material felt softer to the touch, sturdier, not quite the iron spider, but not his everyday suit either. He strips off his undershirt and stands, pulling the suit on and fastening the mask.
It’s a little like coming home.
But home never made him feel like he was going to fall over.
“Ok.” Morgan might not understand. Peter can kind of remember being five. Playgrounds and kindergarten and his mom and dad, but if someone had given him an AI with the voice of his dad, he’s not sure he’d be able to separate what was real and what was only a memory. “Ms. Pot-Mrs. Stark knows about this, right?”
As soon as Peter puts everything on, the entire suit comes online and Tony now has access to the full controls. It's a good thing Karen still recognizes him as the boss.
The next time you wanna go for a spin around the block, try this one for size. And oh- since, well, I was thinking about you and Morgan and maybe not being around, I made sure this one could grow too. With you. Had to trade some features in, but I'm pretty sure that's worth it.
As Tony rolls through the controls, however, he finally turns on the one he was looking for. Heat.
And yeah. Pepper knows. She'll let Morgan know when she thinks she's ready. Mrs. Stark should be able to make all the parenting decisions from here on out, don't you think?
“Dude...” Peter watches as numbers and symbols flicker and fade on the HUD screen, the very lines on his suit shifting and turning as it takes him through the new features.
The heat kicking on startles him into silence, painful stillness as he remembers the first time that happened and he tamps down the surge of emotion that follows.
“Thanks,” he croaks out. “She can, yeah, she’s-She’s amazing.”
Hey kid? A beat. I just want you know. I can't actually cry, since, well, I'm not him. But if I was? I'm willing to bet that he'd be happy to hear your voice too.
As for the heat, Tony doesn't turn it up too much, just enough for it to be cozy inside.
This is about as close I can get to giving you a hug without defibrillating you.
[ Although Morgan lost her father at such a young age, she has grown up with some version of him nonetheless. She uses BARF technology more often than maybe she should, but she makes no excuses or apologies for it. After all, it’s the only way she gets to see her dad. It’s the only way she can see him moving, talking, living even if it’s just in her head.
As she has grown older, though, she has been craving more. With BARF, she can’t take him everywhere. She can’t consult with him whenever she has a problem, or whenever she just wants to get his take on things. There’s FRIDAY, sure, but there has been an idea in her head that has been growing more and more. With all the footage there is of her father, and memory files, she can somewhat...not necessarily recreate him, but at least have another version of him. One that can be a phone call or text message away. One that can be with her without having to wear special equipment.
She spends hours and hours in her lab, working on the code and uploading files to perfect it. She knows of JARVIS, and how he had grown, and how FRIDAY herself had developed as the years passed. This won’t be her dad, she knows that, but it’ll be a version of him. A living form, in a way, and it’s what makes her work so damn hard to get him up and running.
It’s an ungodly hour in the middle of the night when she thinks she has finally gotten all the code right, and with a small, shaky breath she types in the screen. ]
[ In a way, it's both what Tony Stark would and wouldn't have wanted for his daughter. Would, because he'd be so damn proud of her. Wouldn't, because he's scared that something like having her dead dad around would mess Morgan up in the long run, and how could he ever make Pepper face that alone?
But it no longer matters what Tony wants.
He isn't here, anymore.
Only Morgan's version of him is. ]
Hi. Lemme guess. You were gonna say "Hello, world." But you're either too young to know that's a thing. Or you're too old and trying too hard to be cool.
[ He's got no vision yet, so he can't see her. But uh. Okay, maybe Morgan's version of Tony is pretty damn close to the real thing. ]
[ The response makes her squeak in delight and she sits up straight as a huge grin grows on her face. ]
I thought I was cool by default, considering who my dad is.
[ Is. Never was.
She flips on the cameras so he can start to see. Gradually at first before giving him full glimpse of the lab. It's so similar to Tony's that someone could confuse the two, but there are more motorcycles than cars along with different inventions littered throughout the room. ]
[ It doesn't take long for the cameras to start moving on their own. Then, very quickly, most of them move to focus on her. ]
Morgan H. Stark.
[ He says it just like he used to, mixed with the fact that he's looking at her, truly, for the first time.
Maybe it's for the better, but this version of Tony is only glad to see her. He hasn't missed her, because he didn't exist before, and he didn't have access to Tony's memories so late in the game. Those five years of his life were filled in by what Morgan remembers and by whatever surveillance they had in the house. And of course, Tony's final recording. ]
[ Deep inside Morgan's computer, millions of bytes of data are combining and re-combining to formulate exactly what Tony would have wanted to know. But to him, it comes naturally. ]
You look good kid. I want to know ... well, everything. But first, how's mom?
[ He can sense himself growing and changing by the minute, absorbing more of her workshop and the access it provides around him. There's more about himself he wants to know. But one thing is very clear. A fundamental layer of his program. He loves Morgan, and he loves Pepper. ]
She's She misses you. But she's good. She works a lot, but she has also done a great job being mom. It's kind of creepy how easy she makes it all look.
Stark Industries does a lot of good things throughout the world, too.
[ Tony Stark had saved the universe, but even in death Pepper never stopped 'helping him' help others, either. Iron Man may have been gone from the world, but it didn't mean that his impact would stop just because he was no longer alive. ]
She knows what I'm working on, but I don't think she realizes to what degree.
[ ...well. She knows she's working on an AI version of Tony. She doesn't think Pepper knows about Morgan's plans to make an Iron Man suit of her own. Depending on how curious he gets, he may be able to find the blueprints she has designed with a suit that looks like a blend of his last one and the one he had built for Pepper. ]
Your voice files should be uploaded by the morning, in case you want to use them. But, I will leave that part up to you.
[ Morgan tilts her head slightly, curiously as he pauses but she lets him work through whatever it is he's processing. She doesn't catch the expression of being glad, only because to her he is some version of real. She doesn't doubt that he can be glad.
She sighs when she mentions the emotions her mother will be going through once she fully realizes what she's doing. ]
She knows I want more than the BARF version of you. And that...I wanted to do this. I don't know how eager she'll be to join in our chats, but at least she'll have the option to.
[ There's only so much of BARF Morgan could have used before she wanted more. This was inevitable. ]
I was never able to really sell your mom on all this.
Morgan. Don't let me get in the way of you spending time with her, okay?
[ As for BARF, the data he's processing is incredible. If Morgan hooks up some projectors, he can practically recreate himself in thin air, but some of that is from years ago. A very young him that makes no sense to project now. Which is why Morgan's models are going to come in handy. ]
Is it?
I wouldn't know. I made 3D models of myself too.
[ She can't see it. But it won't be hard to detect the fact that Tony's grinning as he says that. ]
No, of course not. You don't have to worry. This isn't a rabbithole I'm escaping into, it's just a way to have you around. In a way.
[ Morgan grins, too, at the response. People have always told her that she's so much like her father, but it's nice to hear it from the source directly. Even if the source is this version of him, but considering he's designed to replicate him in a way...she'll take it. ]
Should we use some of those 3D models and see how they hold up?
[ When she grins though, he's thankful that she's already enabled the cameras. Wouldn't want to miss that.
A big red "Disconnected" on his side of the HUD still says he's got nothing to project with though. ]
Do me a favor would you? Hook me up to some holographic projectors while the voice modulator is coming online. Then we can have a lot of fun in this place tomorrow.
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noble_sentiments) wrote2019-04-28 12:02 pm
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He can’t do this. It’s been two weeks and he can. Not. Do. This.
Peter grabs his mask off his desk and fists it between his hands.
“Come on, Spider-Man,” he whispers, and dragging in a shaking breath, he jams the mask on over his face.
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Hello kid.
It's Tony's voice, through and through. There's not even an electronic staccato to the way things are pronounced.
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That mask is off his face fast enough to give a bystander whiplash. He throws it hard into the back of closet, body backing away until he hits the far wall, chest heaving. He can’t breathe.
He can’t breathe.
He scrubs his fists against his eyes until he sees spots dancing behind his eyelids.
May is calling his name through his door, and he had to have said something because after another second of silence she’s gone.
Slowly, he crawls back to his closet and retrieves his mask. Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe-
He slips it back on with trembling hands.
“Mr. Stark?”
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If Peter's searching for some sense of grief, some acknowledgment of what has happened, he isn't getting it. Not even in the tone of Tony's voice. Until—
I'm dead, aren't I?
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“Where’s KAREN?”
I am here, Peter.
“Then-“ he takes a sharp gulp of air. “Mr. Stark, what-?”
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The tone of his voice changes then.
I'd been tinkering around, trying to make something for Morgan when I discovered ... well, this.
JARVIS. KAREN. FRIDAY.
If there was any chance that I'd be going on a one-way trip, then, I wanted her to still have a piece of me left.
A pause.
Is that selfish? Maybe, but I wanted you to have a piece of me too. I'm sorry I never told you about this — before we uh. Well, you know.
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Tears burn at the corner of his eyes and he draws in a shaky breath. “It’s great.” His voice cracks at the end and he drags his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them.
He never got to say goodbye. It had been 30 seconds from Titan to the biggest battle of his life and he still wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, body crumbling into ash, Tony falling to the ground white as death.
“Do you-Has she found you yet too?”
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He doesn't even say why. He instead, he moves straight onto Peter's next question.
I'm not sure. Which, I guess means no. If she had, I'd be able to tell. But uh, it's gonna be a little harder for her. I didn't exactly sew it into her clothes. So to speak.
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It’s a little like coming home.
But home never made him feel like he was going to fall over.
“Ok.” Morgan might not understand. Peter can kind of remember being five. Playgrounds and kindergarten and his mom and dad, but if someone had given him an AI with the voice of his dad, he’s not sure he’d be able to separate what was real and what was only a memory. “Ms. Pot-Mrs. Stark knows about this, right?”
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The next time you wanna go for a spin around the block, try this one for size. And oh- since, well, I was thinking about you and Morgan and maybe not being around, I made sure this one could grow too. With you. Had to trade some features in, but I'm pretty sure that's worth it.
As Tony rolls through the controls, however, he finally turns on the one he was looking for. Heat.
And yeah. Pepper knows. She'll let Morgan know when she thinks she's ready. Mrs. Stark should be able to make all the parenting decisions from here on out, don't you think?
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“Dude...” Peter watches as numbers and symbols flicker and fade on the HUD screen, the very lines on his suit shifting and turning as it takes him through the new features.
The heat kicking on startles him into silence, painful stillness as he remembers the first time that happened and he tamps down the surge of emotion that follows.
“Thanks,” he croaks out. “She can, yeah, she’s-She’s amazing.”
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As for the heat, Tony doesn't turn it up too much, just enough for it to be cozy inside.
This is about as close I can get to giving you a hug without defibrillating you.
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retconning that last letter
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lemme know if you want me to change anything ❤️
As she has grown older, though, she has been craving more. With BARF, she can’t take him everywhere. She can’t consult with him whenever she has a problem, or whenever she just wants to get his take on things. There’s FRIDAY, sure, but there has been an idea in her head that has been growing more and more. With all the footage there is of her father, and memory files, she can somewhat...not necessarily recreate him, but at least have another version of him. One that can be a phone call or text message away. One that can be with her without having to wear special equipment.
She spends hours and hours in her lab, working on the code and uploading files to perfect it. She knows of JARVIS, and how he had grown, and how FRIDAY herself had developed as the years passed. This won’t be her dad, she knows that, but it’ll be a version of him. A living form, in a way, and it’s what makes her work so damn hard to get him up and running.
It’s an ungodly hour in the middle of the night when she thinks she has finally gotten all the code right, and with a small, shaky breath she types in the screen. ]
Hello.
omg I love this
But it no longer matters what Tony wants.
He isn't here, anymore.
Only Morgan's version of him is. ]
Hi.
Lemme guess.
You were gonna say "Hello, world."
But you're either too young to know that's a thing. Or you're too old and trying too hard to be cool.
[ He's got no vision yet, so he can't see her. But uh. Okay, maybe Morgan's version of Tony is pretty damn close to the real thing. ]
\o/
I thought I was cool by default, considering who my dad is.
[ Is. Never was.
She flips on the cameras so he can start to see. Gradually at first before giving him full glimpse of the lab. It's so similar to Tony's that someone could confuse the two, but there are more motorcycles than cars along with different inventions littered throughout the room. ]
How are you feeling? Overwhelmed?
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Morgan H. Stark.
[ He says it just like he used to, mixed with the fact that he's looking at her, truly, for the first time.
Maybe it's for the better, but this version of Tony is only glad to see her. He hasn't missed her, because he didn't exist before, and he didn't have access to Tony's memories so late in the game. Those five years of his life were filled in by what Morgan remembers and by whatever surveillance they had in the house. And of course, Tony's final recording. ]
Definitely cool by default.
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Hi, Daddy.
Welcome to my little playground. You'll have full access of the system, it'll load in increments.
[ The last thing she wants is to overcharge things and suddenly he's gone. ]
Is there anything you'd like to know?
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You look good kid. I want to know ... well, everything.
But first, how's mom?
[ He can sense himself growing and changing by the minute, absorbing more of her workshop and the access it provides around him. There's more about himself he wants to know. But one thing is very clear. A fundamental layer of his program. He loves Morgan, and he loves Pepper. ]
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She misses you. But she's good. She works a lot, but she has also done a great job being mom. It's kind of creepy how easy she makes it all look.
Stark Industries does a lot of good things throughout the world, too.
[ Tony Stark had saved the universe, but even in death Pepper never stopped 'helping him' help others, either. Iron Man may have been gone from the world, but it didn't mean that his impact would stop just because he was no longer alive. ]
She knows what I'm working on, but I don't think she realizes to what degree.
[ ...well. She knows she's working on an AI version of Tony. She doesn't think Pepper knows about Morgan's plans to make an Iron Man suit of her own. Depending on how curious he gets, he may be able to find the blueprints she has designed with a suit that looks like a blend of his last one and the one he had built for Pepper. ]
Your voice files should be uploaded by the morning, in case you want to use them. But, I will leave that part up to you.
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I'm glad she's
[ Then there's just a long pause before the text continues.
Tony's AI is wondering if he can truly be glad of anything. But decides that the real Tony could, so why can't he? ]
running the world. And still getting to be mom.
What exactly does she know? Because depending on what she doesn't know, I predict anger, exasperation, and disappointment. At the both of us.
[ He processes the note about his voice files being uploaded by morning though, and the response comes back immediately. ]
Oh, you bet I will.
[ A moment, as Tony searches through the additional data he's suddenly got access to. BARF. ]
You already have me rendered in 3D, don't you?
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She sighs when she mentions the emotions her mother will be going through once she fully realizes what she's doing. ]
She knows I want more than the BARF version of you. And that...I wanted to do this. I don't know how eager she'll be to join in our chats, but at least she'll have the option to.
[ There's only so much of BARF Morgan could have used before she wanted more. This was inevitable. ]
Yes.
Is it weird?
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Morgan. Don't let me get in the way of you spending time with her, okay?
[ As for BARF, the data he's processing is incredible. If Morgan hooks up some projectors, he can practically recreate himself in thin air, but some of that is from years ago. A very young him that makes no sense to project now. Which is why Morgan's models are going to come in handy. ]
Is it?
I wouldn't know. I made 3D models of myself too.
[ She can't see it. But it won't be hard to detect the fact that Tony's grinning as he says that. ]
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[ Morgan grins, too, at the response. People have always told her that she's so much like her father, but it's nice to hear it from the source directly. Even if the source is this version of him, but considering he's designed to replicate him in a way...she'll take it. ]
Should we use some of those 3D models and see how they hold up?
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[ When she grins though, he's thankful that she's already enabled the cameras. Wouldn't want to miss that.
A big red "Disconnected" on his side of the HUD still says he's got nothing to project with though. ]
Do me a favor would you? Hook me up to some holographic projectors while the voice modulator is coming online. Then we can have a lot of fun in this place tomorrow.