steve hurts tony fanfiction

The story of how a Crafter landed up in the world of Arknight (Steve with Mods on Arknight)

Steven is a total newbie who just got isekai’d into the world of Terra. But before all this, he spent years surviving in the blocky world of Minecraft, living the slow and cautious life of a seasoned Minecrafter. Thanks to that history, he almost got forcefully ejected by Terra’s world will the moment he arrived— “Don’t just toss me back to the world where even the sun is a square!” In order to survive in this world—where at least the girls have pointy faces instead of square ones—Steven has no choice but to dive into one chaotic event after another, all to raise something called his "World Acknowledgement Point" and earn his stay. This includes, but is not limited to: Fighting infected; Fighting the Church of the Deep; Fighting eldritch horrors from the sea; And, of course… Fending off suspiciously grateful girls with very ungrateful intentions. . . . . . . . . . Gladiia: “Steven, why do you always get yourself involved in those troublesome land-dweller affairs? I find it… intriguing.” Steven: “Hey, it's about the experience, you know?” Gladiia: “Then why are you always the one who ends up solving everything?” Steven: “Well, I’m already here, right? May as well go all in…”

Someone put a bullet in my head. Joke's on them — it activated my system. Now I'm Tony Stark's forgotten twin brother with super strength, regeneration, and an adamantium skeleton. I fly faster than his suits. I hit harder than his missiles. And my motorcycle just turned into a woman with serious attitude problems. Obadiah wants us dead? He's decorating the sidewalk. S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit me? I lead or I walk. They called me the useless playboy. Wait till they see what I unlock tomorrow.

So this guys dies, gets reincarnated to MCU as Tony Stark Well, he had a chat with god/random powerful guy before reincarnation so he got something. First time writing so please be gentle. I'm ok with comments and suggestions as well as loophole/problems. Also please keep them short. I'll Try once a week/maybe more. But can only promise once a month Disclaimer: I don't own the characters(mostly) they are Marvel.Disney/ Whoever Owns them. I was inspired by some fanfictions so you might see some similarities.

Reborn in the world of Marvel, became the illegitimate son of Tony Stark, and gained all the wisdom of the prodigy of robotics form big hero 6. This is the story of a young mechanical genius and his romantic father…

A single altered DNA report changes everything. Tony Stark—genius, billionaire, Iron Man—suddenly has a daughter. At first, he tells himself it’s only temporary. She’s hurting. I’ll tell her the truth once she’s stable. She’s still too young. I’ll explain when she’s older. Time passes. Then one day, the question no longer exists. What truth? Clara Stark is his daughter. End of discussion. No appeals allowed. From that moment on, Tony Stark becomes that dad. “My daughter is kind.” “My daughter is brilliant.” “My daughter is the best thing in this universe.” And anyone foolish enough to even think about hurting her should be prepared to face Iron Man’s full attention. Ultron: “…Father. Is using a gun acceptable?” But what no one knows—not even Tony—is that Clara Stark is more than a child born from tragedy. After a near-fatal accident, her body survives… but her soul does not remain alone. Within her awakens the consciousness of Emily Kruser, a twenty-two-year-old from another world. And something else awakens as well. Clara possesses a power so subtle that even she doesn’t realize it exists. People feel calmer around her. Anger softens. Hostility fades. Decisions shift—just enough. “She influences people,” Nick Fury says slowly. “Not directly. Not consciously.” “She bends outcomes without touching them.” “Mind control?” someone asks. The Watchers see it clearly. They do not interfere. They only observe. Her path is already set. Where she will fall… is inevitable. Tony Stark knows nothing of souls, Watchers, or cosmic destinies. He knows only this— A girl like her should never stand alone. This is a story of hidden power and quiet destiny. Of a genius who can build gods—but struggles to raise a daughter. Of family forged not by blood, but by choice. ------------------ Access Chapters in Advance on my Patreon: [email protected]/PokePals Disclaimer: This is a translation work. I do not own the original content.

Waking up as Steve Harrington three years before Will Byers vanishes, a man from our world decides to change the tragic future. He isn't just armed with knowledge of the show, but three impossible abilities: the Dimensional Backpack, which grants him one random survival item (like a medkit or grappling gun) every period of time; Fight Master, allowing him to learn any combat style instantly; and Pain Heal, a double-edged power that lets him miraculously cure others by absorbing their agony into his own body

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

Maybe I would be panicking if I woke up as Tony Stark when Thanos was snapping his fingers, but since I was reborn when Tony was 7 years old, I can only offer my condolences to Thanos and my future enemies. Oh, I forgot to mention, being rich, smart, handsome, and not being a jerk can do wonders in a polygamous relationship. Unfortunately, Tony Canon didn't know this. Author's note: Normally, I only write for myself, but I decided to post it and see the public's reaction. As far as this fanfic is concerned, in the first few chapters I rushed a lot as a novice author, but I think that apart from being rushed, they weren't bad quality. I've slowed down a lot in the current chapters. And in chapter 13, get ready for the cringest thing you'll ever see. Seriously, according to my readers, you'd better poke your eyes out, read that particular line, and then put your eyes back in. In that line, you'd better tell your mother to be prepared to call an ambulance, because it could be your last day of life. But in case you survive, don't comment that it's cringe, because I get it. And by default: I'm forced to say I don't have copyright on Marvel stuff.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!