Oh God, the first one killed me. All of the little details in it are just gorgeous. I love ten percent of Tony's brain missing Peter, and five percent forever beating himself up, and the fluffy slippers, and Reed being frozen to keep him from stretching, and Tony's sudden fear/conviction that he, too, must be a sleeper agent (and then it wouldn't really have been him that did all those things, and he always knew he was damaged somehow...). And the moment where Steve just turns and shoots Skrull!Reed, and you see some of the anger he must have felt at beign helpless through all of this. And Sharon with the over-sized Skrull weaponry, and... if I keep going, I'll just end up repeating the entire fic.

"You've been played since day one," Steve says. "Every bad position you were forced into, every dirty deal you cut--they set you up. Because they knew how far they could push you, how much you'd be willing to sacrifice for a greater cause. Shell games, Tony, you've always been good at shell games. And they knew letting you go that far--and having it result in my death--would break you and undermine pretty much anyone in a mask, no matter where they came down.

This part was particularly effective -- the entire plan/set-up sounds so convincing. If that kind of thing is what Bendis ultimately has in mind for Sekrit Invasion, I'll forgive Marvel a hell of a lot.
Will review second fic later. Broken now.