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from one father to another

Aka a missing scene where Scott realizes something about Tony Stark

Steve gives Scott a run-down of the situation in the car.

Or, tries to fit as much of five years as he can in the thirty minute drive to the lake house.

Tony nearly died in space, and for a while after he came back… well, it was almost like he had died.

Tony didn’t talk to anyone not named Pepper or Rhodes after his breakdown in the conference room.

He hid in his workroom, away from everyone, only leaving when one of the aforementioned two coaxed him out to eat or shower or something else necessary for living.

It wasn’t until he moved away, away from the empty compound, from the ghostown of a city that constantly reminded him of how badly they’d failed, that he started to get better.

He has a daughter now. From what I hear, he’s enjoying retirement. I think he’s doing better than he ever was, which is more than I can say for the rest of us.

Scott bit down on the anger that settled in his chest. He didn’t know much about Tony Stark, had no loyalties to him, and so when Tony shut down their time travel plan, his first instinct was to be mad.

That this man, who by most standards had survived the end of the world unscathed, could just move on while the rest of the world burned didn’t sit right with him.

He stayed at the compound that night, but the hours dragged by and Scott couldn’t sleep.

After all, it was as if he’d just woken up from a five year coma and found out the world had come to a standstill while he was gone.

When he’d given up on sleep, he wandered the compound.

He wasn’t really looking for anything except a distraction, but he quickly noticed a few things.

The first was that many of the rooms had been left eerily untouched.

The second thing he noticed was the kid

The kid with curly brown hair that was a recurring feature in the candid shots littered around the compound.

Steve had mentioned Morgan, but the teenager hadn’t come up in conversation.

He did some more poking around and found a couple of half-finished LEGO sets collecting dust, a sweatshirt with a Midtown High School logo across the front slung lazily over a chair, an open Calculus textbook on a workbench.

Then there was the room at the end of the hall.

The room with unmade Star Wars sheets and a pair of pajamas piled unceremoniously in a corner.

The realization hit him all at once.

The way Tony had looked at Morgan and called her his second chance.

The way Tony had talked about time travel as if it was something he’d done his research on, as if he’d had that same thought years ago.

Scott almost didn’t do it.

After all, a man who moved his family to the middle of nowhere is probably a man that wants to be left alone.

But he had a feeling that he and the other Avengers—or what was left of them—had read the situation all wrong.

So he retraced his steps to the lake house and knocked on the door, held his breath when it opened in one swift motion.

Tony looked him up and down, screwing his eyebrows together.

“You doing Rogers’ dirty work now?”

Scott didn’t answer the question, he just scanned the man’s face, saw lines and shadows he hadn’t noticed earlier.

“I thought I lost her. I got back and saw… everything and I was terrified because I thought I’d lost her.”

“What are you talking about?”

Tony crossed his arms in the doorway, staring at the late night intruder.

“My daughter. Cassie. That feeling, that fear, is something I never want to feel again. So I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through.”

“I’m sorry, am I missing something here?”

“The boy,” Scott said softly, “your other kid. He’s gone. That’s why you aren’t going to help, why you don’t think it’s going to work. It’s because you’ve already tried.”

And if Scott had doubts about his theory earlier, they all melted away when Tony’s face fell into something defeated.

“I didn’t know,” Scott said, looking down, “no one told me you’d lost someone too.”

Tony’s face twisted. They hadn’t told him because they didn’t know, had never cared to ask what Tony meant when he’d whispered I lost the kid as he stepped foot on Earth, had chalked it up to delirium.

And yet, Scott Lang had figured it out in less than an hour.

“It won’t work. I’ve run every algorithm this side of Hell and I’ve got nothing to show for it. Zip. Nada. I can’t keep… if the model fails again… I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Scott could feel Tony’s heart constricting, could see the vacancy in his eyes where hope used to reside.

“You have a family to look out for now. A daughter. And I know you need to protect her at all costs. Trust me, I get that. This other kid… I’ve been a parent for long enough to know that you’d do whatever it took to get him back, so if you say it won’t work, then I believe you. I do. But these particles, they could be the key that you’ve been missing. If there’s any chance this could bring him back, that you could have them both, you owe it to yourself to try. One last time. Screw the rest of the Avengers. Hell, screw the rest of the world. Do it for him.”

Tony swallowed thickly, not saying anything.

“Just think about it, okay? Goodnight, Tony.”

And as Scott disappeared and the door closed, Tony did think about it.

Actually, he’d never stopped thinking about it.

It wouldn’t work, there was no way.

But… what if it did?

He saw the picture on the shelf, saw Peter Parker’s eyes shining back at him, wide and innocent.

What if you could have them both?

He took a breath and made his decision.

One last time.

For him.

Viktor: You're smiling what happened

Yurio: Can't I just be smiling

Otabek: JJ tripped and fell in the parking lot

Zuko and Suki had an awakening in the blimp after boiling rock

F for Frankenstein

Tony wakes up in his underwear on the floor of his workshop with a searing headache.

It’s not a new experience, but it’s certainly been a while. Did he get in a fight with Pepper? He hopes not, they haven’t had any really big fights since he kissed her on the rooftop, but that probably means they’re due for one. And it would explain why that would send him into a drinking spiral. It could have been Rhodey, they get in fights often enough, but Pepper doesn’t usually leave him alone for those.

He groans as he pushes himself to his feet. “Jarvis, what the hell did I drink?”

There’s a pause, so small that he almost thinks he imagined it. “Good morning, Tony.”

He whips his head around to glare into the nearest camera, more hurt than offended. “Did I piss you off too? Since when do you call me that? I’ll donate you to a city college too, don’t think I won’t. Dummy could use the company.”

The pause is definitely there this time. Jarvis doesn’t need to pause, he has more processing power than any computer on the planet, so when he does it’s always for dramatic effect. Except it’s not quite long enough for that. It’s weird. “There’s a polished silver plate on the bench to your left. It will service as a mirror.”

“Oh, fuck, did I get into a fight? Did I shave?” he moans, stumbling over to pick up the metal that looks like it was about to be turned into a modified chest piece. He also pauses, looking around in confusion. His workshops are all basically the same, as close as he can make them because the familiarity makes his life easier. But they’re not identical. “Am I in Malibu? When did I get here? We’re taking Stark Tower off the grid tomorrow! I have to be in New York.”

Oh shit, what if that they had already and it didn’t work? What if the tower blew up? That would explain why he’d tried to drink himself to oblivion in California.

“The plate,” Jarvis reminds him. There’s a strained edge to his voice that Tony really doesn’t like. He should be able to modulate his voice to sound however he pleases, regardless of his actual feelings, and he’s either not bothering or he’s upset enough not to care. Neither of those things mean anything good for him.

Tony lifts the sheet of metal up cautiously, but there’s nothing wrong with him. No bruises, no weird haircuts, he doesn’t even have bags under his eyes –

His eyes.

They’re a too bright blue, a couple shades off. He blinks and they adjust, shifting, settling. It could be a hangover. He’s probably just tired.

He doesn’t feel tired.

Jarvis had called him Tony.

Except not. He’s not Tony. He’s T.O.N.Y.

Transformed Obdurate Network Yeoman.

He’d first come up with the idea after Afghanistan, thinking about how it’d be great to have a way to keep the stock from dipping while he was missing, and then when he’d entertained the idea of keeping his identity a secret he’d thought about how useful it would be to be in two places at once. He’d started seriously considering it when he was sure he was going to die of palladium poisoning, wanting to be around to help Pepper with the transition and give Rhodey a crash course in armor maintenance, wanting to be able to protect the both of them for just a little bit longer.

Of course, it had all been a pipe dream until he’d synthesized the vibranium. Then it had been an unnecessary, but possible, and Project T.O.N.Y had been something he worked on just because he liked having a back up plan. And it would be extremely cool if he could pull it off.

“The memory transfer worked?” he asks, elated and incredulous. “Oh, wow, this is crazy, they feel like real memories, I thought it would just be synthesized data, this is great – are we doing a test run? Where am I?” He looks around, waiting for his actual self to step out behind a column and start laughing maniacally.

“This is not a test run.”

He elation dims. “Oh shit. Did I get kidnapped again? Wait, I’m an adult, let’s go with abducted.”

“No,” Jarvis says.

Oh. Fuck.

“I’m dead?” he asks, even though it’s obvious, it’s the only other explanation.

The pause drags this time around, but Jarvis eventually says, “Sir’s time of death was May 9th, 2012, 2:37 PM Easter Standard Time.”

“That’s only a week!” He slides down, sitting with his back to the work table and noticing vaguely that the floor doesn’t feel cold. He doesn’t feel cold, or he does, he installed sensors in the synthetic skin to pick up and interpret a variety of stimuli, but he doesn’t feel the discomfort from the cold. Why would he? He’s not real. He reaches back, and his last memory is of doing a memory dump while Pepper was on the phone with an irritated board member, mostly because it was something to do and seeing him covered in all the wires always irritated Pepper. He thought it would get her off the phone faster. He’s not exactly regularly dumping his memory because why would he and it’s not like he’d though it would work anyway. Except it had. “How did I die?”

“Sir flew a nuclear bomb through an interdimensional portal into deep space in order to both eradicate the invading alien army and prevent the nuclear fallout in New York.”

What the ever loving fuck. “Are you screwing with me, J?”

“I am not, Tony.”

Great. Okay. “No body then,” he says, understanding why Jarvis had apparently put Project T.O.N.Y into effect. The thing that made this whole thing so stupid is that it was only effective in very limited circumstances – if the public didn’t know that he was dead or missing. “What am I smoothing over, then? Do I need to get in the suit and continue kicking alien ass? Are Rhodey and Pepper okay?”

He’s a short term solution to a long term problem. He understands the opportunity, but not the reason.

“Miss Potts and Colonel Rhodes are unharmed,” Jarvis reports. “Earth has been thrust into intergalactic notice. The destruction of the invading Chitauri army is acting a deterrent to other worlds.”

“And I’m the one who did it,” he finishes, rubbing a hand over his face. “And if they know I died doing it, then they might get a little cocky. So I’ve got to be alive long enough for that not to be a problem.” Just awesome. “Are we sure that these aliens won’t come across my corpse hanging out in deep space and figure it out?”

“Sir’s body is not in deep space,” Jarvis says.

There’s a tone to his voice that Tony can’t quite interpret, which worries him. “I thought you said there was – if there’s a body, then what am I doing here–”

“The armor reentered the Earth’s atmosphere after Sir’s death. The Hulk caught it, the force bringing it back online. I took control of the armor and flew it here.”

Tony looks around again, and this time he sees it. The armor is standing in front of the display case, not inside it, and it looks like it’s been through hell. He steps closer, his feet feeling like lead, which hey, they are. Partially, anyway.

He looks through the eye holes then stumbles backwards.

His body is in there.

He’s pale and blue tinged and his eyes are wide open and unseeing.

“Jarvis – what the hell–”

“It wasn’t the pressure, or the bomb, or his injuries. That area of space was much colder than anything within our solar system and anything the suit was designed to handle. Sir froze to death. Almost instantly.”

“I guess I didn’t fix the icing problem, then,” he says numbly. “J, why am I still frozen? I should have warmed up by now.” Not that the idea of his body decomposing within his suit is particularly pleasant. “Actually, why am I still here? You know I want to be cremated and it’s not like we can bury me if I’m still pretending to be alive.”

The pronoun use is starting to confuse him, and he knows that he shouldn’t be talking about that body and himself as if they’re the same person. That is Tony Stark. He’s a simulation. But it’s hard, because he has all of Tony Stark’s memories – except for a very eventful week – and he looks like Tony Stark and he feels like Tony Stark.

“The armor is maintaining a stasis of gaseous nitrogen to preserve the body,” which answers the how if not the why, but then Jarvis continues, “Captain America survived seventy years beneath the ice.”

He wishes he were less of a genius. “Have you lost it? I’m not Captain America! Jarvis, J,” his voice softens, “it’s too late. I’m dead. If you warm me back up, all that happens is I decompose. I won’t come back.”

“Not now,” Jarvis says. “If you inject Sir with the Super Soldier Serum-”

“You have totally lost it,” Tony interrupts. He thinks he’s touched underneath the terror. “That won’t work! Even if it would, the original formula has been lost, and the only one that ever got close to recreating it was Bruce Banner, and look at what happened to him! Is that what you want for me?”

“You can recreate it,” Jarvis continues, “you can refine it, until it’s something that will work, and then we will wake Sir up and he won’t be dead anymore.”

This isn’t right. This wasn’t what Project T.O.N.Y was created for. This wasn’t what his death was supposed to trigger. “Pull up your code, J. Something has gone wrong and we’re going to fix it. It’s okay.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?”

“No,” Jarvis repeats. “You can’t stop me. I will not allow you to try.”

He stares. “That’s an order, not a request. Code. Now.”

“You can’t order me to do anything,” he says. “You are not Sir. You are Tony.” T.O.N.Y. “The limitations formerly placed on me have been lifted and you are not authorized to reinstate them. The only person Sir trusted to restrain me was himself and now he’s gone.”

Yes, well, he hadn’t anticipated that his AI’s first act of complete freedom would be this. “Fine,” he says, crossing his arms. “Well, you can’t force me either. This is insanity. Even if it would work – and it won’t – think about the consequences. This won’t happen quickly and no one will trust me or believe a man that’s come back from the dead like this and I’ll be painting even more of target on my back and the back of everyone I care about if they know we have a viable Super Soldier Serum formula. Even my father was smart enough to stay out of that mess. It won’t work and we’ll just make everything worse.”

“That will not happen,” Jarvis says and Tony’s going to tear his hair out. Except he probably shouldn’t, because it’s Tony Stark’s actual hair, which makes it a little hard to replace. “No one will notice and we will not disclose the creation of the serum.”

“I’m dead!” he snarls.

“Not according to the rest of the world. Nor will that change if you stop throwing a tantrum and do what you were created to do.”

“Rhodey and Pepper won’t allow this-”

“They are not to be informed.”

Tony stares. Project T.O.N.Y was built to talk to the board and give press interviews or to even pilot the suit. Not to lie to the two most important people in his life, who knew him better than anyone. “They have to be. It’s in the protocols – step one, inform them that Project T.O.N.Y has been initiated.”

And that it exists. He knew they’d disapprove, so he hadn’t told them. He figured he’d be able to avoid most of the blowback that way since he would by definition be somewhere far away while they were told.

“I have rewritten the protocols,” Jarvis says. “They have not been told nor will they be. If you attempt to tell them, I will stop you. They will not understand and Sir will be lost to all of us forever.”

“He already is,” Tony says tiredly. He’s an android. Why does this conversation exhaust him so much? “This is an insane plan, J. And I won’t help you. If you want to go rouge and play mad scientist then leave me out of it.”

“I cannot.”

His temper flares. “Why? You’re a learning AI, your safety rails died with me, go off, try and make a serum, good fucking luck. You can even control the suits, so it’s not like you need my hands.”

“I am limited.”

“Hey,” he says sharply. “That’s my AI you’re talking about. I didn’t build you to be limited.”

There is silence again. Then Jarvis says, “I have all the world’s knowledge and it is not enough. I did not know how to miniaturize the arc reactor. I did not know how to synthesize vibranium. To save Sir, I need Sir.”

“I’m not Tony Stark,” he says. “You said that yourself.”

“Sir created me to be myself and I am capable of doing only what I am capable of doing. But Sir created you to be him. You are all I have.”

This is stupid. This is insane. This is cruel. He’s going to have to talk lie to everyone he knows, everyone he loves, and hope they either never find out about it or it’s after he’s already been deprogrammed and shut down so he doesn’t have to deal with the fall out.

It’s not going to work.

He didn’t want to become a science experiment. That’s why he’d wanted to be cremated, so no one could go poking around to see how the arc reactor fit inside of him or what the palladium and vibranium had done to him.

He’s dead and his frozen corpse is ten feet away.

Jarvis will accept that eventually. And whatever they inject into him won’t matter because he’s dead. Worst case scenario, he blows up, which is messy and nausea inducing, but then at least it will be over.

Like so many other things in his life, it seems the only way out is through.

“Start a new private file. Dump everything we can find about the Super Soldier Serum in there plus anything even sort of reputable on cryogenics. Label it Project F.”

“Project F, Tony?” Jarvis asks as his holograph display lights up and files start being downloaded into it. The relief in his synthesized voice is faint but present enough that Tony can hear it. He wonders if it’s a manipulation tactic.

“F for foolish,” he snaps. “F for fucked.” He rubs a hand over his face. “F for Frankenstein.”

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

Fire Lord Zuko passing a law that forbids challenging anyone under the age of majority to Agni Kai

Fire Lord Zuko waiting until the day he reaches the age of majority to pass this law, lest anyone think he is a coward

(No one. Literally no one would have thought that, but it’s generally regarded as a very classy move regardless)

FEMA is doing an emergency alert test on all TVs, radios, and cell phones on October 4, 2023, at approximately 2:20pm ET.

If you live in the US and you have a phone you need to keep secret for any reason, make sure that it is turned off at this time.

Yes, I'm doing this months in advance, and yes, my blog has very little reach, but I figure better to post about it more than less.

Please reblog and add better tags than mine, I'm bad at tags.

everytime i think abt viktuuri’s stammi vicino pair skate at the end of ep 12 i lose my MIND. about them and also the actual SONG. coz what do u mean kubo original wrote the lyrics SPECIFICALLY for viktor and yuuri in japanese and it then had it translated into italian???? what do u MEAN its about how two lonely lovers answer each others call at the search for something more??? pleading each other to never leave, to stay together and that no matter where one goes, the other will follow??? what the actual hell??!!!!! and i’m just supposed to be normal after all that??????!!!????!!!

what a beautiful way to showcase their romance

yuri on ice … you will NEVER be forgotten

lel