Avengers fic: you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys)

Title: you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys)
Fandom: movie-verse Avengers
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: ~3.6K
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R, lots of swearing, violence, vague description of torture and permanent injury, ableist slur
Author's Note: A big, big thank you to tygermama for reading this over and giving me the encouragement my fragile ego needed. Title is from this song.

Summary: Your name is Tony fucking Stark, and this is how it goes: Start, stop, start again. Rinse. Repeat.


you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys) 


( Once, you were a child with a heart of gold, or so the newspapers tell it. Precocious and beloved. That’s not what you remember. )