Avengers x Reader One Shots

Peace And Pandemonium ✨ Tony Stark

You storm down to the lab angrily. "Anthony Edward Stark!" You yell, walking in. Bruce, being the genius he is, immediately leaves, throwing scared looks back in your direction as he exits awkwardly. You pay no attention to his peace I'm out, instead choosing to train it on your delinquent husband.

"Yes, honey?" He asks carefully.

Fury drips from your voice. "You weren't there today."

His eyes widen and his face pales. "Oh no, baby, I'm so sorry. I forgot I missed it, are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He begins to ramble anxiously.

"No. We're not okay. We would be, but you decided that YOUR FUCKING WORK WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR OWN WIFE AND CHILD. That sound like anyone to you, Tony?"

Anger clouds his features. "Don't. You. Ever. Compare me to him. Again."

"Yeah, well, if you act like him, I'm going to compare you two, okay?" You've gone too far, but in your current state, you're in no mood to backtrack. Your voice raises. "And if you do choose to act like him, I can't promise I'll stick a-"

Your angry facade breaks, giving way to the anxiety  and fear beneath it. You slump down the wall to the ground, sobbing into your hands.

Concerned immediately, Tony crouches down beside you. "What's wrong?"

"I'm s-so sor-sorry, Tony," you sob, sniffling, "I- it was b-bad enough whe- whe- bad enough when I th-thought there wa- there was only o-one of th-them," you explain. "I di-I didn't m-mean to say th-that. Yo-you're n-noth-nothing like H-Howard."

He pulls you into his chest for a hug as you speak, running his hands through your hair. When you say 'only one of them', though, he stops abruptly, processing. As a comforting gesture, he picks it back up cautiously, waiting until you're done.

When you finally calm down, though, and are able to speak, he pulls back. "What do you mean, 'only one of them'?"

You look into his eyes guiltily, as if this is a bad thing or even something you have control over in the first place.

"There's two, Tony. We're having twins."

His shocked face causes you to drop your own. He gently lifts your chin, searching your eyes with concerned ones. "Are you okay?" He ventures.

"Yeah," you lie, causing him to shake his head. You're a terrible liar, really, and this isn't helping your case.

"No, seriously, what's wrong?"

"First things first... you're not mad, are you?"

Tony's face shows his confusion. "Mad? Why would I be mad? Sure, it'll be a struggle, more so than starting out with one, but it'd be a struggle either way. And I have enough money to buy in duplicate everything we need, so that's not a problem. Plus, we'll love both of them equally. And on the other hand, even if I was mad, who would I be mad at? I can't be mad at you, you didn't have control over it."

You smile softly, leaning into his chest against his Arc Reactor as gentle fingers run through your hair, stroking it. You hum, still putting off telling your husband what's wrong.

But Tony, being Tony, isn't going to drop it. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

You sigh resignedly. "Tony, what-" your bottom lip begins to quiver, but you force the tremors out of your voice, dropping it to a whisper to do so. "What if I'm a bad parent?"

He pulls back, turning so he can look you in the eye. "You will not be a bad parent. Sure, we'll probably have mishaps and problems and just plain trouble along the way, but that's to be expected. We won't be perfect parents, but we'll be damn good ones. Okay?"

You nod slowly, thankful to have your husband with you. "And wherever you have trouble, I'll help,"Tony finishes.

"Does that include diapers?" You tease with a smirk. Tony surprises you by answering seriously.

"Yes. Diapers, and spit-up, and getting up in the middle of the night—not that I'm asleep in the first place—and helping you where you have trouble." Now it's his turn to tease, and his sly grin matched your own. "And where you struggle with seeing the benefits of candy and sweets."

You roll your eyes, but can't hold back the smile at your husband's antics. He, too, grin softly, but at managing to make you smile and happy more than his quip. Not that he's gonna lie—it was a pretty great one.

As he pulls you in for a kiss, you lean into meet him, pulling apart at the last second. Your eyes shoot wide open as you do so, and you jump up excitedly. "Oh!"

Tony looks up at you confusedly, if a little disappointed as well. "What is it?"

You almost clap your hands as you turn and find your purse on the table where you set it. "I almost forgot! I didn't want to find out the genders without you—this was the appointment we were supposed to do that at—so I had them write it down." You pull out a paper envelope and walk over to where Tony still crouches, oofing as you sit slowly. You lean against the wall, and he moves to a sitting position as well, doing the same.

Tony wraps his arms around you from the side as you hold the paper, staring at it. "We can open it now, wait 'til later, wait 'til the gender reveal—if we have one—or wait never open it," you muse.

Tony presses a light kiss to the top of your head. "We can open it now, and do a gender reveal for everyone else," he suggests.

You nod, handing him the envelope. "You want to open it? And we'll look at it on three?"

He nods, ripping it open and grasping the small sheet of paper. "One, two, three," you say, and he pulls it out.

You gasp happily as you read the two words on it, and Tony turns to you excitedly, giving you a passionate kiss.

Girl, girl

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You stare at the two bassinets in front of you, leaning back into your husband's chest as he stands behind you, hands wrapped around your waist from the back. He rests his chin on your shoulder as you reach up, absentmindedly playing with your hair, the both of you staring at your two sleeping daughters.

Sophia Margaret Stark, named after your best friend and cousin, and his favorite aunt, is the calmer of the two. She's smaller, but wakes up less and cries for attention less. Not that she doesn't do either—because she does. And oh boy, does she have some pipes. You and Tony joke that she'll be the singer of the family.

Maria Natasha Stark, named for Tony's mother, and your and his teammate and friend, is definitely living up to her name. She has been the faster of the two with learning to stand, and crawl, and she was closer to first word and coherent babble. She also had already a managed to learn to escape her crib—leading to Tony building a better, more Ria-proof (her nickname) crib.

Tony came up from his lab a few minutes ago to find them both squaling and you stressed, trying to calm them both down and take care of them while tears flow from your own eyes as well. He had taken aria and shushed her, calming her down, before laying her on the bed and helping you. He had then taken care of Ria's diaper while you fed Soph, more able to do that now.

The two of them had been rocked to sleep—a welcome difference from them waking up at separate times, meaning you never got more than five minutes to sleep at a time, although it was stressful dealing with two at once. Now, the only children that are perfect in your eyes, sleep happy and comfortable. You lean your head against your husband's arc reactor in his chest, closing your eyes and just breathing deep in his cologne. This place, his arms, feels safe.

You relax in the bliss, the current peace a far cry from the earlier pandemonium taking place. But whatever came, the hardships and the happyships, you and Tony would get through together.

Through peace and pandemonium.