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leithecreator · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ft. dr. strange, loki, captain america

— explicit content ahead: panty + bra stealing, manipulation, upskirt photos, nonconsensual voyeurism, masturbation, “innocent” touching (ulterior motives)

@literallurker

The truth is, Strange is a pretty big pervert. He may not come across as one, but don’t be fooled; he’s a grown man and has needs just as much as anyone else.

As a close friend of yours, Doctor Strange has always been by your side. You’re so kind to him, so sweet, even if he’s sarcastic and assertive. It doesn’t come as a surprise that he eventually begins to see you in a different light — something less innocent.

Frequently, Strange catches himself unable to stare at you without thinking about some absurd and raunchy sex act. All you have to do is look at him and he’s instantly imagining putting you into multiple positions: missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggy style (his personal favorite!)

He used to try to ignore these thoughts by purchasing porn magazines or busying his mind with other things, but it just didn’t work. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Wear a low cut shirt or leggings and he is a goner. It’s a battle for him to not fixate his eyes on your boobs and ass.

Before the car accident, Strange would usually envision taking a nice pair of tits into his palms and groping them; but since his hands have fallen out of commission, he switched to imagining his mouth latching onto one of your nipples.

It’s really fucking debauched, yes, and Strange chastises himself for it... yet he doesn’t stop himself either.

And just how can Strange focus if he’s so sexually pent up? How can he do his job correctly?

So, naturally, you become his outlet.

Using his expertise and intelligence, Strange strategizes, ensuring that you won’t catch him doing anything suspicious.

He just knows when to do something. The second you look away in a different direction, his eyes automatically drop to your chest. He times it perfectly so he can get a good look before you turn to face him again.

Analytically thinking, Strange notices every single detail about you; it’s easy for him to memorize everything about your body. he can tell what bra you’re wearing based on how your chest feels against his when you both hug — and even by the outline of it through your shirt.

Strange is ALWAYS finding reasons to touch you, no matter what it is!

He could be handing you a spell book, a pen, or placing a hand on your shoulder as he walks by: it doesn’t matter. He just has to do something.

And it’s insane, because even the slightest touch can have his breath quickening and his pants going tight.

In order to sneak more of these touches, Strange will call you to his lair at the Sanctum and ask for your help with something. That, or he’ll tell you to train more. After all, he knows you’re a hard working girl, and knows you’ll come sit with him, just like he wants.

Doing these types of things make him feel bad, yes. He’s not dumb; he’s aware that he’s taking advantage of you.

But can you really blame him? You're just too lovely, polite, and sweet. Your body is perfection, constantly tempting him.

When your knees brush together? Strange is suppressing a nervous breath. When your fingertips touch as you pass something to him? He’s imagining them swiping the head of his cock. And when you whisper in his ear? Strange shivers and has to dismiss himself, making up an excuse for his absence.

You have no idea how many hours he spends continuously stroking himself, desperately wishing you were in front of him, demanding him to cum all over your gorgeous face.

These fleeting touches aren’t enough for him though.

Strange has secretly taken upskirt pictures of you before. He is so sly with it too; he waits until you’re distracted and then opens his phone’s camera, angling it right under your skirt. He snaps the photo quickly and then shoves his phone back into his pocket, swiveling around to avoid looking you in the face. The bastard pretends he’s whistling too, straightening out his velvet cloak and acting completely guiltless.

At a party once, Strange saw you in a really nice dress. Needless to say, this man almost went goddamn crazy. He had to usher off to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face, taking deep breaths.

The thing he wants most is mind-blowing, fast and rough sex. Something that would have you both moaning and holding onto the sheets for dear life.

You’re just amazing, practically made to be fucked dumb on his cock.

The one thing that’s on his mind is dragging you off to an empty room and pinning you to the wall so hard that your wrists hurt before having his way with you.

The second he got home, Strange couldn’t stop from unzipping his pants and getting to work.

Of course, masturbation isn’t easy for Strange. But he has come up with multiple solutions to satisfy himself.

One way — and his favorite — is humping the mattress. He lays down to grind his cock into the bed, aggressively rutting against the sheets. The friction is mind-numbingly delicious. His jaw clenches and it’s hard to even focus on this point; his head is buzzing with the idea of you being there.

Instead of the mattress, Strange pictures that it’s you under him and that his cock is entering your drippy cunt. It only takes him minutes to cum from doing that, and God, the climaxes are always so intense. You’re on the forefront of his mind literally the entire time.

Another thing Strange does is press two pillows together and slide his cock through the crack where they meet, pulling it in and out, breaths coming out in broken pants. His body practically shakes the entire time.

Strange can see it already: him pushing inside you, squelches coming from your sopping wet pussy as it’s rocked into, the bedframe hitting the wall. The image of your face screwed up in pleasure has him tossing his head forward, brain practically shutting down.

He orgasms really fast this way too, a photo of you clutched in his scarred palm as his jaw falls open and he cums during a particularly hard thrust.

That’s another thing Strange does: masturbate over pictures of you.

He doesn’t even need porn anymore; he just opens your social media to find at least one photo and fondles his cock over the phone. It takes him no time at all to climax (but cleaning the screen is fucking annoying).

Strange always comes to his senses afterwards and runs a palm down his sweaty face, his stubble prickling his hands, trying to focus on anything but what he just did.

Poor guy really is trying to escape these thoughts, but thinking about you is an escape.

And as long as he’s protecting the world... Strange will allow himself this. Just for a little while... maybe.

The only thing he can hope is that you’ll one day come into his Sanctum and ask for him to fuck you on his desk.

As a skilled liar and expert manipulator, Loki is the type of pervert who can slip under your radar. He may come across as a man who is pleasant, kind, and good-natured.

In reality, he is actually very mischevious... and sexually demanding.

In other words, Loki is someone who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. And in this case? He wants you.

Lying to you and acting innocent is something he does often.

It’s wrong, Loki knows, because you trust him fully; but this wouldn’t be the first time he has betrayed someone close to him.

Sometimes Loki feels bad for the things he thinks, but he always ends up pushing the doubt away – emotions are a weakness in his eyes when it comes to staying ambitious. His mind instantly wanders back to you and how pretty your pussy must be.

Loki is super observant, so he is always tracking everyone and everything happening around him. He knows more than anybody else because he is always gathering information. This includes information about you.

Loki learns which shirts are your favorite, how you do your hair in the morning, the times you get up to go to lunch. He even knows which color bras you wear by staring at the straps (making it easier to picture you wearing it in his fantasies).

He always ensures that he’s behind you when you’re walking up the stairs. You may be talking to him as you do so, but don’t expect him to be listening. Loki is 100% focused on your ass. If you throw a glance over your shoulder, he’s automatically straightening up and giving an attractive smile — but the second you turn around again, his gaze is dropping back down.

At first, Loki doesn’t act on these perverse thoughts. But, eventually, staring at your chest isn’t enough.

This man has an inability to be satisfied with anything, which leads him to do more.

It all starts off with touches. Loki will lay a palm on your lower back as he passes, place a hand on your arm, sit down and then lean into your general space. He makes every action seem so innocent with that charming smile he gives... but every time Loki does it, a sexual fantasy plays in his head.

A common fantasy Loki imagines is one where he pins you against the wall, marking you up with his mouth. Another is him tying you to the bed and groping literally every single inch of your body. Everything.

Loki can be selfish, and this trait applies to you, too. He wants every bit of you. Needs it.

He starts asking about your sexual experiences too (and wants it in explicit detail!!!). He’s also interested in learning how many sex partners you’ve had and what your favorite sex positions are. When you question him about it, Loki is just shrugging and brings up how friends should be able to talk about anything with each other.

In reality, knowing these intimate sexual pieces of your life turns him on. Being able to know what you like sexually makes it easier to picture himself pleasing you as well.

Loki always pictures being in those scenarios with you, replacing your past sexual partners with himself in his head. The amount of positions he would put you in...

At some point, Loki just can’t get enough of you. He ends up coming over one night, lounging on your bed with you and talking. He uses his humorous quip and charm to gain your trust — but the second you leave to use the bathroom — he’s placing a secret video camera on your desk or dresser where you can’t see it.

One you come back into the room, Loki is sitting on the bed, acting not a single thing happened. The bastard even has the nerve to smile at you too and ask what took you so long.

After a couple days, you invite him over again, and then he’s taking the camera back home. He watches everything on the SD card and ends up seeing a clip of you changing; sliding off your shirt and stepping out of your pants, revealing the curve of your ass and swell of your breasts. Loki can’t help but bite his lip with a proud smile. He can’t stop himself from masturbating to each clip, covering his palm in thick white cum.

The funny part? Loki even stole your unwashed panties from the hamper.

Once Loki is by himself, he’s opening the panties up and lightly brushing his nose right into the fabric where your cunt had sat. He physically throbs knowing that your pussy was once pressed there, and nearly loses his mind wondering if you ever touched yourself in them — if you’ve ever rubbed your clit through them or maybe used a vibe through it.

Loki can’t stop picturing it: you calling his name as he suckles on your clit through the underwear, licking and devouring anything his tongue can reach. Before he knows it, he’s a shaking mess, huffing pathetically as he humps his cock into your panties without a single thought.

He ends up keeping them. You have no need for the panties anyway, he rationalizes; you have more. Plus, you could always purchase extra pairs. Not like you’d suspect him anyway.

It’s a never-ending game for Loki, and you better expect him to not let up his perverted antics any time soon!

As an honest, sweet, loyal, and extremely noble man, Captain America feels the WORST about being a perv.

He has an extremely guilty conscience when doing something that doesn’t align with his moral compass. Every time he does something questionable, it hangs over his head.

And yet, he can’t stop thinking about you in the most debauched ways.

Captain America enjoys you being on his team, of course. Hell, he loves being able to see your face every morning. But it makes everything so much harder.

After all, it’s Captain America’s job to hold the group together and keep everyone in line — but how can he do that when he’s thinking about your thighs, your chest, or the sweetness of your cunt?

Whenever you’re around him, he just seems to freeze up and act a little awkward. You make him feel like such a stumbling virgin.

And it’s so damn frustrating for him, because he used to be stable, orderly, and reliable when you weren’t here. But now? He becomes a flustered mess at the tiniest of things.

Your smile, your laugh, the way you place a hand on his arm or save his ass during a battle.

He tenses his jaw when the thoughts of demolishing your body pops up in his head, and he gets painfully hard when you smile at him so nicely.

Sometimes he catches himself staring at your chest, or even your thighs when they’re in your super-suit.

God, when you say his name — Steve — he nearly melts (and definitely thinks about you screaming it instead).

Captain America’s face heats up, and the tips of his ears go red. He has to tear his eyes away and clear his throat to get back on track. Tony and everyone else probably notices, but you don’t, and that’s all that matters.

Despite being handsome, powerful, and alluring, he’s very shy with you. And maybe that works in his favor, because he knows that you would never suspect him of doing... well, these heinous things.

One of the things he’s done? Captain America has stolen your bra from where it sat on your bedroom floor.

Originally, he had gone to your room in HQ to tell you to suit up before a mission, but you weren’t there; the bra was though, and it caught his attention immediately.

It was such an impulsive thing, done so quickly and on the spur of the moment that he almost didn’t even realize what happened… not until it was too late to put it back.

Captain America instantly feels a pang of guilt. He throws it into the depths of his closet and then closes the wardrobe’s doors so hard that the whole thing wobbles. The only thing he does after that is sit on the edge of the bed and cradle his face in his hands, wondering who the hell he has become.

He’s supposed to be the basic symbol of justice — not someone who steals women’s bras. These impulsive and reckless decisions aren’t him.

But temptation eventually gets the better of the man, so he takes your bra out one night. He doesn’t even feel worthy of touching it; he lays it out on his bed, wondering what to do. It's a lovely hue. Your favorite color, actually (something he has come to know by your casual conversations, which usually end up with him thinking about something inappropriate).

Captain America can’t stop thinking at this point: it’s been against your chest more than once. Holding your breasts. Touching your nipples.

Those thoughts alone have him shimmying his hard dick out of his suit.

Captain America wasn’t one for masturbating, even before he was turned into a superhero. Fuck, he actually hasn’t done it since. Saving the world always came first.

So, it was quite a shock when he found himself doing it almost every night. He knew who the culprit was.

It was you. It was always you.

Captain America reaches his climax after imagining the look that would be on your face as he tears your pussy open on his cock, your voice sobbing out his name.

He ends up cumming all over your bra, splattering it in ropes of white and groaning pathetically, smearing his seed into the fabric.

Don’t worry about cleaning it though; Captain America was sure to throw your bra in the wash before secretly bringing it back to your room.

The jerking off? It happens more than once. Quite frequently, actually.

He uses his hand and imagines that it is actually your cunt, the inside of it hot and plush, nice and tight. He rocks his hips up into his fist, and fuck, he loses his mind.

Poor perverted Captain America loves you so much and just doesn’t know how to contain it. You’re his teammate — a friend — and the last thing he wants is to ruin your relationship.

So, for now, he decides he’s going to keep doing this; being debased and unprofessional, maybe stealing a few more of your things and cumming onto your pictures.

His feelings, perverted or not, all come from the heart.

Besides, you wouldn’t really mind, would you?

#loki odinson x reader #captain america x reader #dr strange x reader #marvel smut

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

stay hydrated pals

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abitofboth · 3 years

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okay okay okay here’s a lil somethin to keep u sweet after my Fun Facts:

loki doesn’t quite understand photographs. sure, they have paintings on asgard- beautiful strokes in oil paint on canvases as big as you can imagine, tile murals covering whole walls down the halls of the palace, even on pottery could loki find a portrait of himself. but they just don’t have pictures.

loki is hovering in the back of mobius’s office one day, waiting for him to finish whatever work he has left to do before they can both wander back home and share dinner together, and to busy himself he’s looking over the shelves of… stuff that mobius seems to have so much of. there’s roller skates, a mini blaster gun, some kind of exotic looking plant, and a- well. a- uh…

“it’s a camera.” mobius says, seeing loki inspect the metal cube with curiosity. “for taking pictures. see?”

he takes the camera from him and angles it at the god, snapping a picture with a bright flash. loki flinches, blinking away the white spots in his vision, and comes back to see a sheet of what appears to be plastic being spat out of the camera.

“it’s just white.” he points out, taking the small square from mobius and squinting at it closely. “am I supposed to be on this?”

“give it a few minutes. you gotta wait for the picture to develop.” mobius hands back the camera to loki. “they were super popular on earth. a pretty advanced bit of tech at the time!”

loki frowns at the white square in his hand, not fully understanding what exactly about this was advanced, but he took mobius’s word. he was delighted to find that, in a few minutes, his face had appeared right before his eyes through the whiteness. it was like magic!

loki would beg mobius to take the polaroid home with them, and the entire walk back he snapped pictures of anything and everything. mobius would dutifully hold all of the developing pictures whilst loki flitted about the place, and once they got home loki took it upon himself to arrange them all out on the dining table.

whilst mobius cooked dinner, loki took even more photos: of mobius from behind whilst he chopped vegetables, from around the corner whilst he sang along to a song coming from the record player, from the side as he laughed wholeheartedly with loki.

the god refused to go to bed until they got a photograph together. he dragged mobius into the warm light of the lamp, bringing him in close, and with a flash he captured the picture.

he placed it carefully onto the bedside table and left it to develop as they both cuddled into each other.

through the white of the polaroid, the two of them slowly faded in. mobius, laughing with his whole soul and cheeks a pretty pink, and loki, a smile gracing his lips as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

it wasn’t long until mobius gifted him a photo album.

#look see it’s not all pain and agony!!!!!!#lokius #loki #mobius #mobius m mobius #millie talks

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years

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A Thousand Words: 6

You wait anxiously, eye to the camera focused on the opening between the two worlds. You can hear Sy, you know he’s talking but the pounding in your ears overwhelms you. Come on, come on, he’s gotta come back. It feels like an eternity, but suddenly the hole in space starts to shrink. What the hell is going on? You pull your eye from the camera for a split second and see that the woman is pushing the spear point into the machine while an older man that you didn’t notice before works on what you assume is a computer. From here it’s hard to tell, he could be using some sort of alien technology to work it. You fire off a few shots of that before looking back to the sky. In vain hope that Ironman is going to come tumbling out of the hole to space.

You’re glad you do because just as the opening closes Iron Man comes tumbling out of it.

“Yes!” You cry as you take pictures of him falling toward the ground, “he’s alive Sy!” You breathe but he might not be for long if he doesn’t slow down. “Come on, come on!” You mutter again, then the Hulk comes out of nowhere into your camera frame and you take a few shots of the Hulk saving Ironman. “Oh my god.”

“You good Bug?” Sy asks gently and you think you are but holy shit what did you all just experience?

“Yea, what the fuck just happened Sy?”

“I don’t think you’ll be the only one who asks that in the next few days.”

You can’t see what happens on the ground, you do hear a loud roar a few moments after Ironman and Hulk had fallen out of your view. You take some wide shots of the city, the smoking rising into the sky in some areas, you know you’re the only one that will have this perspective of the city.

“Wish you’d been here.” You tell him and he lets out a chuckle,

“No you don’t. Your ass woulda been locked in a room the whole time if I was.” You scoff as you register the feeling someone’s eyes on you and glancing to your left you see the woman looking at you and talking into her wrist. Looks like your time is up. You head back into the building and make your way quickly over to the stairs. Hopefully you can escape before she stops you, she might be little but you’ve got a feeling that you wouldn’t stand a chance in hell against her.

“Hold on.” The woman says from the other side of the room, “Cap wants to talk to you.”

“Who is that?” Sy asks,

“I don’t know.” You mutter to him before you say to her, “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Natasha Romanov.”

“You hear that Sy?”

“What?” She asks and you tuck your hair behind your ear so she can see your headphone. “Oh.”

“Yea, nothing comes up online, it’s either a deep cover or she’s a spy.”

“You a spy?”

“Way too beat around the bush Bug.” Sy grumbles as she laughs.

“I guess you could say that.” She agrees, “Although I have a feeling that’s not going to be the case after this. Cap is on his way up.”

“Great.” You deadpan, “Last time he talked to me he locked me in a room in the basement.”

“Speaking of which, how did you get out of there?” She asks stalking over toward you. She has blood on her forehead and a cut on her lip but she’s still absolutely stunningly beautiful. And completely awe inspiring.

“Uh, power surge.” There’s a soft groan from the crater in the floor and she pulls her gun from it’s holster on her thigh blocking you from the man in the crater. “Who is he?” You put your camera back to your eye and as you hoped she glances back over her shoulder at you and you snap a photo. She gives you a narrow eyed glare and you shrug before she answers your question.

“Loki. He’s the leader of this little invasion. Stay there, the rest of the team is on the way up and if I let you get hurt now Cap’d be pissed.” She doesn’t look away from Loki again.

“Sy, can you-.”

“Norse god. Brother to Thor the god of lightening.”

“Thank you.” You tell him, you wonder if the blond guy who was flying around with the hammer and controlling the lightening.

“Um, Ms. Romanov? Was the guy with the cape Thor?”

“Yes.” She says shortly as the elevator dings and the doors slide open. You take a few photos of them coming off of the elevator, Thor glances at you in curiosity, Tony Stark looks mildly irritated but doesn’t look at you. Neither does the guy with the bow and very few arrows. The Hulk pays you no mind either, thankfully, he’s so incredibly big that you almost forget to breathe.

“Sy, I gotta go.” You whisper then hang up and shove your headphone back into its pocket. Most of the group crowd around Loki but Captain America doesn’t. He comes stalking over to you, those bright blue eyes locked on you.

“You okay?” You ask and he looks momentarily surprised before responding,

“I’m fine. Are you?” He doesn’t look fine. He’s got dirt all over his incredibly handsome face. There’s a burn in the torso of his uniform, you can see his skin through it and the blood on the uniform but no wound.

“You don’t look fine.” You tell him, “were you hit?” You ask gesturing down at the burn.

“Yea, I heal fast though. Are you okay?” He asks again and you realize that you didn’t answer his question before.

“Oh, um yea. I think I’ll be processing for a while.”

“Capsicle. Quit flirting, he’s coming to.” Tony says and you grin as Captain America rolls his eyes at the other man.

“Stay over here okay? He’s a god so if he puts up a fight it could be ugly.”

“Oh. Okay.” You agree staying behind the bar like he asks and take photos of the whole group. Loki sits up with a soft groan and the guy with the bow and arrows draws it back as Loki sits up.

“I think I’ll have that drink now.”

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Make Me | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Tom takes off for a month of filming and can't find his favorite blue sweater. Reader finds it at home but instead of sending it along, she decides to have a little fun. What will Tom do when he comes home?

Warnings: Smut, FluffF, Long-Distance Relationship, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Sex,Vaginal Sex, Sexting, Teasing

“Damn it!” Tom cursed as he threw clothes around the room. He cursed again when he reached the bottom of the suitcase. “I swore I packed it!”

He grabbed his phone and punched in the number. You stepped out of the shower to hear your phone ring. You smiled at the name on the screen.

“Hi, honey. I thought you weren’t calling me until tomorrow.” you cooed into the phone as you wrapped a towel around you.

“That was the plan. Have you seen my blue sweater lying around?” Tom snipped into the phone.

“Which blue sweater?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. You know which blue sweater, darling. The Smeadley one.”

You furrowed your brows at his tone. You know Tom is particular about his clothes, but you didn’t appreciate him snapping at you. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, will you keep an eye out for it, darling, and send it my way. I would appreciate it.”

His pleading tone softened your poor mood a bit.

“Sure, honey—” “Fantastic, love. I will call you tomorrow. This place is a mess.” Tom interrupted.

“Okay.” you said back, your mood returning at Tom’s interruption.

“Love you.”

“You too.”

Tom hung up the phone, and you tossed the phone onto the bed. You moved to the closet to get dressed for the day. As you pulled a dress off a hanger, you glanced at the floor of Tom’s side. A tangle of shirts and pants covered the closet floor. You scoffed.

“Just once you could pick up after you pack?” you groused to no one in particular. As you pick up the discarded articles of clothing. At the bottom of the pile, you found a navy blue sweater. Tom’s sweater.

“Well, look what we have here.” you smirked as you picked the sweater up. You held the blue knit up to your face and inhaled the scent of Tom. The sweater smelled soft and masculine, citrus and woods. You placed the dress in your hand back on the hanger. You pulled Tom’s sweater on and looked in the mirror. The sweater was a bit oversized on you but it looked good. You pulled on a pair of jeans and some boots. You grabbed your keys and headed out the door for a day of errands.

As Tom sat on the set, he flicked through photos on his phone. He avoided social media as a general rule, but when he was away on set, he always peeked at your social media. He smiled as he watched you laughing and smiling back in London. His smile faded as his eyes scanned the photos.

“That little minx!” he muttered under his breath as he closed out Instagram and pulled up his messaging app up.

Anything you would like to tell me, darling?

Tom stared down at his phone waiting and willing your response and expected apology.

I don’t know what you are talking about? I love you. Miss you. Can’t wait to see you in three weeks. :heart emoji:

Tom frowned at the screen.

That is not what I meant. Are you wearing my sweater? My favorite sweater? The sweater you swore you couldn’t find?!

Tom’s eyes bored holes through the phone as he studied the three dots moving off to the side. Someone repeating his name interrupted his stare down. He looked up to discover a production assistant looking at him.

“They are ready for you, Mr. Hiddleston.” her meek voice asked and her eyes pleading.

Tom snapped the phone off without seeing your response and stood, straightening his costume.

“Of course.” he gestured behind her. “Lead the way.”

She smiled and hopped around to take Tom to set.

As you settled down to eat lunch, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out as you shoveled a big bite of chicken into your mouth. You smiled to see Tom texted you.

Anything you would like to tell me, darling?

Your brows furrowed at the loaded question looming on the screen. What did he mean? You typed your response, hopeful Tom would provide more information.

I don’t know what you are talking about? I love you. Miss you. Can’t wait to see you in three weeks. :heart emoji:

You continued to eat chicken and veggies as you saw the dots moving on your screen, waiting for Tom’s response. Your lips curled into a devious smirk when his text came through.

That is not what I meant. Are you wearing my sweater? My favorite sweater? The sweater you swore you couldn’t find?!

Ah, he has been trolling your Instagram account. You intended on wearing his sweater just the one day and then sending it along. But the sweater was so damn comfortable. So you kept it, wearing it more and more. You didn’t even consider Tom spying it on social media. But now you couldn’t resist taunting him.

You ran upstairs and threw the sweater on before taking a selfie.

You mean my sweater? :winking emoji: I found this discarded on the floor of our closet. Abandoned by its previous owner. :crying emoji: But not to worry I gave it a good home.

You giggled as you pushed the send button, tossing the phone to the side. You half expected Tom to call you but the phone set in silence. You snatched it back up and headed back downstairs to finish your lunch.

Several hours passed before Tom got back to his trailer and read his notifications. He saw you responded not long after he went to shoot his scenes. His smile dropped from his face at your message.

You mean my sweater? :winking emoji: I found this discarded on the floor of our closet. Abandoned by its previous owner. :crying emoji: But not to worry I gave it a good home.

Tom hated to admit the sweater accentuated your curves in a way that made his trousers tighter than usual. He pulled at them as he typed with one handed.

Not fair play, darling. Lying to me. You’ll pay for that when I get back.

Within minutes, Tom received another notification. His eyes bugged out at the latest photo. You stood there, still wearing his sweater, but you had pulled it down and angled the camera. Your text caused the corners of Tom’s mouth to curl into a smile.

Make me.

Tom responded to your photo about when you sat down for dinner.

“Since when do we ever play fair?!” you exclaimed as you read Tom’s message. Your hands disappeared underneath the blue sweater and within moments you pulled out a nude lace bra, plopping it on the counter. You pulled on the hem, the neckline teasing at your collarbones. You took a couple of shots before taking a peek.

“We can do better,” you tsked as you flicked through the shots. You took a different angle, leaning over a bit. “Much better.” you noted as you selected one to send to Tom.

Make me.

You smirked as you put the phone down on the table and started preparing dinner for yourself.

The next three weeks was a texting tennis match between you and Tom. He would send photos of pretending to cry over his purloined sweater. While you countered with more and more lurid poses of you in various states of undress, save for your newly acquired sweater. Tom found nights in his hotel room growing more weary as his hand a poor excuse for what he needed, nay wanted, after seeing your pictures all day, every day.

The last day of shooting arrived and Tom couldn’t wait to get home, even going as far as asking Luke to book him on an earlier flight back to Heathrow. For once, his flight landed on time and traffic cooperated. He arrived at your shared home just in time to intercept the food delivery guy.

“May I take that please?” Tom inquired as he tapped the young man on the shoulder. The poor man jumped about two feet, bobbling the food containers.

“AH!”

“I am so sorry. I live here and would like to take the food inside. What do I owe you?”

The delivery man muttered out a number. Tom paid him, giving him a generous tip. The man handed the bags over and scooted down the stairs and back to his bike. Tom adjusted his jacket before hopping up the last few stairs and knocking on the door.

“How much do I… Tom!” you screamed as you opened the door. You lept into his arms, planting kisses on his face before kiss him on his lips. You pulled Tom into the house while he shut the door behind you.

Tom spun you around and pushed you against the door, his tongue insistent and his hands pulling you closer. As his hands traveled down from your neck to your shoulders, he pulled away as his hands settled on your hips.

“Is that my sweater?” he asked turned his face as you tried to kiss him again.

“I presume you abandoned this sweater. It’s my sweater now.” You pulled the hem out lifting it to show off your lacy cheeky panties.

“Stop trying to distract me, Y/N. I am back here to claim what is mine.” He tugged at the neck, pulling the top away from your body.

You twirled out of Tom’s grasp and headed for the stairs. “You and what army?” You snipped over your shoulder before sauntering up the stairs, hips swaying.

Tom lunged at you, grabbing you tight around the waist. He lifted you up off your feet onto his shoulders, carrying you to the bedroom.

“Oh I have an army, darling.” Tom growled in Loki voice, sending shivers through your body.

Tom pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and dropped you onto the bed.

“Now what you were you saying?” Tom whispered as he crawled up your body to suck on your pulse point.

You stifled a moan before quipping back “You will have to pry this sweater off my body.” “That can be arranged.”

Tom pulled the hem of the sweater up, revealing her underwear. You tugged the sweater down, but he grabbed your wrists and pulled your arms away.

“Oh darling, you know better.” he growled into your ear as he kissed down your neck. This time you let loose a small moan. “I missed hearing those noises over these past weeks.”

“I’ve missed you too.” you breathed as Tom shifted his grip to free one hand. His other hand continue to snake underneath the sweater.

“I missed your kiss,” Tom recited as the sweater lifted to reveal your heaving chest. “your breasts, your lips…” he leaned down and sucked your nipple, turning it into a hard pebble. You arched your back to meet his lips. “… but most of all I missed…” you held your breath “… my sweater!” he finished as he whipped the sweater off your body and threw it over to his side of the bed.

“Not fair!” you yelled as you attempted to pull away but his grip too strong.

Tom returned his attention to your other breast. “Since when have we ever played fair, love.”

You whined as Tom’s lips left and he stood up. He pulled off his own shirt and unzipped his jeans pushing them and his boxers to the ground. He climbed back on top of you.

“You’re overdressed.” he tugged at the waist of your panties and you lifted your hips as Tom hooked his thumbs and pulled them down and off.

You gasped as the cool air hit your skin and Tom placed himself between your legs; he glanced down to your core. “So wet for me.” he purred as he lowered his head. “So ready.”

You felt his breath on your inner thigh and you bit your lower lip. “Fuck, Tom.”

Tom lifted his head and smirked at you. “In due time, darling. In due time.”

You expected Tom to go straight to the main event, but he nipped up your inner thigh, stopping just before your core, letting his breath send shocks through your body. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction but Tom held your hips tight against the mattress.

“Patience, love.”

“Fuck patience, Tom, It’s been a month.”

Tom chuckled as he lowered his head and licked a long stripe across your slit.

“Yes!” you moaned as Tom worked up to your clit and alternated between sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“You enjoy that?” Tom muttered.

“God, yes!”

You gasped as Tom slipped one long digit into your pussy and began to pump in and out and slow pace. As his finger curled inside with each thrust, you felt your release inching closer.

“Shit, Tom. Yes!” you gasped, reduced to single syllable words.

“Come for me, darling.” Tom urged as he slid in a second finger. Within seconds, you pushed over the edge, clenching around Tom’s fingers, juices gushing.

Tom pulled his fingers out, dripping.

“Care to clean up?” Tom held his fingers in front of your face.

You smiled before taking them into your mouth. Your tongue ran over Tom’s knuckles and you licked up very last drop before he popped his fingers out.

“Obscene, darling.” Tom commented. “I loved it.”

You pulled him down into a deep kiss, Tom tasting you on your lips and you tasting yourself on his.

“I am not going to last long with your mouth like that.”

“Fortunately, we have all night.”

Tom smiled and without further warning plunging his cock inside you. You moaned from the fullness and gripped Tom’s hips to pull him deeper.

“God, I have missed you.” Tom grunted as he began to rut into you.

“I missed you too.” you panted in between thrusts.

Tom continued to thrust, chasing his own release. You snaked your hand between the two of us. You rubbed your clit in tight circles.

“Come on…” Tom pleaded, “Come with me.”

Tom’s thrusts became more and more urgent, his hips snapping each time. You pressed a little harder, seeking your own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Tom yelled as he came, spilling inside you.

“Yes!” you followed just moments later.

Tom collapsed onto of you for a few minutes, chest heaving and breath laboring. He rolled over to lie down beside you. He pushed the hair off your forehead and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“I think I am going to need a bit of rest before Round 2, love.”

“Well, we left food downstairs…”

“Perfection.”

“I’ll go get it.”

You sat up and walked over to his side of the bed to pick up your underwear. You pulled them on.

“Do you want chicken or beef?” you asked as you slipped a top on.

“Either is…” Tom answered as he opened his eyes to look at you. “Isn’t that my sweater?”

“I told you…” you said as you spun in the doorway. “This is my sweater and you will pry this sweater from my cold dead body. Buy a new one.”

You stared Tom down for a moment before he lept from the bed. You ran from the room as Tom tugged on his boxers, intent on taking back what was rightful his.

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athenasbloodyspear · 3 years

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The Viper: Chapter One

What happens when an agent of the Red Room falls into the hands of Hydra? What happens when Hydra puts out a hit on their favorite assassin? Who is the mysterious woman with a twisted history and an even more twisted mind?

The team wants to know. They want to know what you know. Nat and Bucky want to know if there’s any light left in you.

They want to know you.

Bucky x Female Reader

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The sounds of car horns are loud around you. The blaring, beeping and bustle of pedestrians creating layers and layers of sound. You’re trained well enough to sift through the sounds, listening to pieces of conversation and various sounds of your environment to orient yourself.

You can feel the smallest shift of every person who’s moving in the space around you. Your senses are so focused you can practically hear the blood rushing through the people closest to you. Your prey is about a block up, completely oblivious to where you followed.

The streets around you were loud and the sounds were strong, but nothing could keep your focus off your mission.

Underneath your hood and the rim of your baseball hat, your face was hidden in shadow. If anyone would have seen or marked it, they would have seen the wicked gleam of a grin.

“What’s got you all in a tizzy, Tony?” Nat asks from Bucky’s right. The whole team was gathered around a conference table in Avengers tower looking kinda bored. Tony had called everyone here this morning, much to everyone’s chagrin because he had promised a week off and then apparently changed his mind a mere three days later.

Bucky sighed and rolled his shoulders, leaning back in the office chair he currently sat in, lifting the two front feet off the floor. All he really wanted was to go back downstairs and into the city with Nat and finish looking for a birthday gift for Steve. That’s what they were doing this morning before they were quickly called back to the tower. He’d procrastinated too long and really had zero idea of what to get the man.

“I’m confused about something and I don’t like being confused.” Tony retorted.

“Oooo” Sam piped up from across the table. “The great Tony Stark admits to not knowing something. I’m surprised there isn’t steam coming out of those ears.”

Bucky smirks at his friend. God he loved Sam and his remarks. He would say something similar, but his relationship with Tony still wasn’t perfect and he didn’t want to push his luck at the moment.

“What is so confusing, Iron Man? Don’t know what to get Pepper for your anniversary? Or did you say something stupid again and your giant brain can’t figure out exactly which asshole statement pushed her over the edge this time?” Nat chimed in with a mocking smirk.

Tony pointed a single finger at Nat. “I have had our anniversary present for two months already and I’m actually getting better at figuring out which one of my snarky comments goes too far, just so you know.” He sighs and presses a few buttons on the large screen under the glass conference table, whipping up a bundle of information to appear on the screen behind him. “What I’m confused about is why Hydra put out a public hit on one of their top agents.”

At that, Bucky’s chair drops back to all four legs abruptly. The confusing piece of information startled him into finally giving his full attention to the conversation. His heart rate picked up a bit.

“They did what ?” Steve asks from the end of the conference table opposite Tony, voicing the question on all their minds.

“This morning Hydra posted a bounty on a known dark web forum. It’s not unheard of for them to post some of their lower enemies on this anonymously for unaffiliated assassins and bounty hunters to take down. What’s different this time is they made it very clear that Hydra was posting.” He whipped up what looked eerily similar to a reddit post up on the screen. “And what makes even less sense is I know for a fact that the person they called a hit on has been their little secret weapon for over ten years.”

Bucky scanned the post up on the screen. Sure enough, it said that Hydra had a hit out on a well known assassin and was offering 50 million along with diplomatic immunity in a country of their choosing for the head of the operative.

“Who’s the target?” Nat murmured.

“So, this is the fun part. Especially for you two.” Tony continued, pointing at Nat and Bucky.

“What?” Bucky grumbled. Fun for him? What the hell? What could possibly be in Tony’s twisted brain to think anything to do with Hydra would be fun for him?

“Here’s the mark.” Tony pulled up a blurry photo of a figure wrapped in muted colors clearly captured on some sort of security camera somewhere on a bustling street. If Bucky was tracking the cobblestones and architecture of the buildings correctly he’d guess it was taken somewhere in Cairo.

“Is that the best fucking picture you can get us, Stark? You can barely see their face.” Sam quipped, leaning forward in his seat to squint at the screen.

“This is the clearest photo of her face, yes.”

“Her?” Nat snapped, popping her eyes to Tony.

“Yes. Her. The Viper .” He smirked back at Nat. Bucky heard a quick intake of breath from his right. Nat.

“No…” She whispered, and trailed off.

“Oh yes, Natasha. Oh yes.” Tony flicked his fingers across the table again and all the known stats on the Viper pulled up on the screen. “This is where the fun begins for us. This is what we know about the Viper. She was “found” at a young age somewhere in middle America. It’s a little unclear where, but from where I tracked it must have been somewhere in the Midwest.”

“They stole a kid from Wisconsin? Why would Hydra bother when they had their fingers in so many other countries?” This was from Steve.

“It wasn’t Hydra…” Nat murmured.

“ What? ” Bucky piped up again. He felt like his brain was spinning. A top Hydra assassin? Did he know her? He would have to spiral into his memory to find out if he ever met this Viper…

“It was the Red Room.” Nat whispered then. Her eyes staring directly at the table.

“Yes indeed!” Tony quipped. “Remind me Nat, were you still there when they dragged in the little girl kicking and screaming or not?”

“Tony!” Steve seethed from his end of the table.

“I wasn’t living there anymore, no. I had just graduated. She was a couple years younger than me. They said she caused quite a nuisance during the assassination of a target. Instead of killing her they decided to bring her back. I saw her maybe twice. They had always referred to her as the snake. She was less refined than the other girls, she started her training a little too old, but she was… desperate to make up the difference.” Nat shuddered a bit then and Bucky felt compelled to reach out and place a hand on her shoulder. “She reminded me of… me.”

There was a small moment of pause before Tony started again. “So our little snake graduated from The Red Room and spent a few years as an agent for them before falling in with our buddies at Hydra.” Tony looked at Bucky then, “Where she was trained and conditioned to fill a missing position in their ranks after they unfortunately lost control of a very important asset. ”

“You’re a prick Tony.” Steve muttered, his eyes falling on Bucky. Bucky waved him off. He was fine, really. He’d started making peace with his history when he was on Wakanda and though he still had a long way to go, he wasn’t going to fall to pieces at the mere mention of the Winter Soldier.

“You’re telling me that they…” He trailed off, his mind spinning in circles. This poor woman he didn’t even know subjected to what he went through, simply because he had left. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he still felt responsible that someone else had to fill a hole he had created.

“Yes they trained this little spitfire to be their top assassin and she has been in their top ranks since about 2010, only stepping into the role of top assassin after the events in 2016 finally severed you completely from the organization. She’s been racking up kills ever since. Much like you my dear metal armed friend, she’s nearly impossible to catch on camera, let alone see with your own eyes.”

From the corner of the room, where he sat in a chair separate from the table, Bruce finally spoke. “I always thought The Viper was a myth.”

“Yeah and you thought the Winter Soldier was a myth. Hell I always thought Thor and Loki were just some folklore.” Sam remarked. “I believe almost everything nowadays.”

“Wait so, this woman was a trained Red Room assassin, then a top Hydra operative and now they’re asking the internet to kill her? Why didn’t they just take care of her themselves? Surely they had her locked up or brainwashed somehow.” Bruce said.

“You guys are seriously just assholes sometimes.” Steve murmurs.

“I’m fine, Steve.” Bucky says. “It’s a valid question. Even when they wanted me eliminated, they only worked with people inside.”

“Exactly.” Tony said. “My theory is, they want us to know that they want her dead. In fact, my more specific theory is that this is bait in order to get us to hunt and eliminate her. I want to know why.”

“She must have slipped away from them.” Nat said then. “Even if no average internet bounty hunter could ever touch her, surely they’d at least keep her a little busy. Busy enough that we might be able to get a jump on her. She must know something.”

“Exactly. What does she know? And why don’t they want her to utilize whatever information she knows?”

“So we’re going to find her then.” Steve said. “What if this is a trap? Specifically set up to intrigue us into bringing their very own top operative into our facilities.”

“It could be.” Nat responded. “But it seems a little weird to send a bunch of people they don’t control after her unless they genuinely didn’t care about what happened to her. It seems unlikely she’s still an asset to them if they’re willing to risk her actually being caught off guard, no matter how unlikely that is.”

“See, this is what I meant by being confused.” Tony quips then, heading for the door. “I’ve sent everything I know about the woman to each of you. Study it. See what conclusions you come to on your own. We’ll reconvene here tonight to discuss an action plan.”

You sat in a corner booth at a tiny cafe, facing the door. There was a swinging door into the kitchen to your left, which led to three back exits. Directly in front of you was the only door facing a main street. The whole front of the coffee shop was glass, giving you a clear view of the two targets you’d been tracking all morning, who had stopped to grab breakfast at a restaurant across the street.

You were twirling a long since lukewarm cup of coffee in your hands, your eyes flicking back and forth between your marks and the swinging kitchen door at your shoulder.

You watched as your marks both stretched and stood up. The woman hailed a cab. They seemed disgruntled.

Interesting.

While the woman tried to snag the attention of a cabbie, you threw a few crumpled bills on the counter of your table and slipped through the swinging kitchen door. There were a few shouts of alarm as a stranger wandered into the bustling diner kitchen, but you quickly weaved through the crowded kitchen and out a back door. You jumped on the sleek black Kawasaki bike you’d stashed behind a dumpster in an alley.

You pushed the bike out and around the corner before turning it on, waiting to confirm that they had both piled into a cab. You revved the engine and punched the accelerator, weaving quickly between the piled up traffic, causing lots of horn honking and a few near rear-end accidents.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tore after that cab.

The grin still plastered on your face.

Bucky’s head was reeling as he read through the intel, albeit a small amount, that Tony had managed to dig up.

There were a total of 3 videos captured on a security camera of the Viper on a job. He watched them all multiple times.

The Viper was ruthless and unnervingly calm. It reminded him of himself, what he saw in the footage of the Winter Soldier. It made the bile in his stomach churn. He knew that feeling of uncontrollable calm very well and it made him break out in a cold sweat.

The first video showed her walking calmly up to a high security warehouse, putting bullets between the brows of every operative in sight, barely even looking in their direction before pulling the trigger. She walked directly with purpose toward the door that was clearly her mission. Once every operative in view of the camera had fallen she reached for the door handle. Before she slipped inside, she lifted her pistol without looking and fired one round into the camera, cutting the feed. With the hood on her jacket, there was no clear footage of her face. Bucky wondered how they were even sure it was her. Her murderous calm must have been enough evidence.

The second was a terribly grainy video taken in some basement somewhere. There was someone strapped to a chair and he watched as the Vipers fists slammed into the man repeatedly. A choppy, distorted, and heavily accented voice spoke about 40 seconds in. “Good, Viper. You may play now. Make sure there’s something left of him to interview tomorrow.” Bucky flinched as he saw the woman stride toward a table, likely filled with instruments of torture. The man strapped to the chair began to scream, pleading in Russian that he’d say anything they wanted him to. He heard a low woman’s voice come through the video, murmuring “Too late.”

The third was a more recent video according to the time stamp. It was less than six months ago off a security cam in Maracaibo. It was about a 9 second video, just watching the woman cross a bustling street in Venezuela. Bucky remembered that some hot shot Hydra agent had been found dead in Venezuela this year. Could it have been the Viper taking down one of their own? Is that why they were mad?

There were about 5 other attachments of images. The only photographs that Friday could find of this enigma apparently. 4 were blurry security camera footage from various places. The one Tony had shown this morning was truly the only one that even sort of showed the woman’s face. Well, except the 5th.

The 5th made Bucky even more sick than the footage of brutal violence. It was a Polaroid image of what appeared to be a 16 or 17 year old girl in ballet clothes, standing in the middle of what he assumed was a dance studio. It would have been normal, a young woman after a dance class, if it wasn’t for the red blood splattered up her pink tights, dripping off her knuckles and smeared on her jaw. The subject wasn’t looking at the camera, but rather seemed to be standing at attention with her focus to the right of the photographer. Written in sloppy Russian at the bottom corner of the Polaroid was “Option 4.”

What does that mean? Bucky thought to himself. Option for what?

It made him sick staring at that photo. If the blood wasn’t there, it would just look like a young woman preparing for a ballet class, or perhaps being photographed so a costume designer could see her figure while they created dazzling outfits for a production. It was so wrong for someone so young, whose face was filled with innocence, to be covered in blood. He felt so protective over her, this young woman he didn’t even know. This young woman who he knew grew up to be a murderer with a kill list almost as long as his.

He knew, looking at that photo, that this woman had never wanted this. He didn’t know how he got such a gut reaction to the image, but he saw himself in it. A young person who was given the worst hand of cards to ever be dealt, and was simply trying to stay alive. He stared at her thin frame, the hollow look in her eyes and nearly wept.

He needed to find her. He needed it more than he’d needed anything in a long time. He needed to find out how far she had fallen from this image, and if he could pull her back.

He needed to do it, because he’d always be grateful that someone did it for him.

Your marks had gone into the tall skyscraper a few hours ago. You were too antsy to sit around and wait to see if they’d venture back out into the city.

You prowled the sidewalk like a caged animal. Tracing patterns through the busiest blocks. Keeping track of nearby cameras.

Everything smelled like garbage and piss. You hated it. You loved it. It was such an easy city to get lost in.

An even easier city to be found in.

When Bucky finally dragged himself back to the conference room that evening, he felt like a wreck. He had worked himself up considerably throughout the afternoon. He was antsy and apprehensive.

He really didn’t know what was wrong with him. It was just some random assassin, why was he so worked up?

Steve noticed his touchy mood as soon as he walked in and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m fine.” Bucky grumbled. “Just want to figure this out. It’s bothering me for some reason.”

“Maybe because it’s a little too personal, Buck.” Steve said quietly.

“Yeah maybe.” Bucky coughed out. His chest felt tight with someone who knew him so well staring at him like this.

Before Steve could rib Bucky more, Tony sauntered into the room with Nat behind him. “So what’s everyone’s thoughts on our little snake in the grass?”

“I think the woman is damn fucking scary.” Sam piped up from the same chair he’d been in this morning. “And really good at her job. Reminds me of robocop over there a little too much if you know what I mean.”

“That’s what I find so interesting.” Steve says. “Because obviously we know that Bucky wanted out, and was not the person that the camera showed. I wanna know what’s really going on in her brain.”

“Banner, question for you, if we managed to set a little trap for our snake and actually got her in here, would you be able to scan her brain and see how much of it was under her actual control?” Tony said as he dropped into a chair at the head of the table.

Banner responded from where he sat in his normal chair in the corner. “I could compare a brain scan to early scans of Barnes’s brain. See how similar they look. Then compare to his post-Wakanda scans. In a sense, yes. But the brain is complicated as you know.”

“Can’t we just talk to her?” Bucky pipes up. “I mean, if it makes you feel more comfortable to hook her up to a lie detector whatever, but I just… I know what they do to people there and let me tell you there’s no way she’s in control.”

“What makes you so sure?” Tony questions. “I mean, I was wrong about you. I’ll admit that. I’m a bigger man now. But not everyone is Cap's former BFF brought back from the dead with a heart of gold trapped in a twisted hydra web. She could have gone willingly. In fact, I have a hard time believing that a Red Room agent was accidentally captured by Hydra. What if she went to them willingly?”

“But then why did she leave?” Natasha counters. “Who’s to say that she ended up in all this willingly. I don’t know the whole story of how the Red Room got her, but it’s rare that people join without coercion. There’s more to this story, I can feel it.”

“Me too.” Bucky whispered. There had to be so much more to that 17 year old girl than a brutal murderer.

“Nat, can you explain this image to me?” Tony says, pulling up the very polaroid that was going to haunt Bucky for weeks. “This looks like a pretty willing agent to me.”

Bucky cringed at Tony’s short sighted assessment. Sure, the subject looked relaxed but that didn’t mean willing. Nat sneered.

“Well Tony, when every week your instructors challenge two students to spar and the loser is killed however the classmate prefers, you too would willingly fight back, to the death if necessary.”

Steve flinched, and looked at Nat with eyes full of grief. “They made you kill each other?”

“Kept us from attaching to each other.” Nat said simply.

Steve just shook his head, placing his face in his palms. This was one of the reasons Bucky and Nat had gotten along pretty quickly. They’d come to terms with their trauma, and the others sometimes had a hard time brushing past the torture that the two of them had simply moved on from.

“Touche.” Tony shrugged. “So why does this image say option 4?”

“That I don’t know.” Nat sighs. “No photos were ever allowed to be taken of us, but the fact that this was clearly taken by an instructor confuses me.”

“So we have no answers.” Sam quips. “Do I need to go stand on the street with a sign that says “Viper take a crack at me” so we can maybe get a glimpse of her? I’m only doing it if I can wear the suit Tony.”

“That’s the thing, there have been no sightings of the woman for years, and the one tiny glimpse in that surveillance shot from Venezuela 6 months ago was a blip. There was no record of anyone matching that description entering or leaving that country or any near it. We have no idea where she is.” Tony muttered. “I have Friday combing every single camera we can get access to, and hacking into those we don’t. The tip line on that forum is blank. No one seems to have seen her.”

There was silence for a moment, as everyone sunk into their own minds. Letting the gears turn.

“Mr. Stark.” Friday’s voice came lilting out of the ceiling. “I have a hit.”

Everyone jumped a bit, leaning forward in their seats.

“Put it on the screen.” Tony snapped. Suddenly the whole blank wall of the room was filled with various camera angles showing crowds of people wandering on the sidewalk. In the middle of a cluster of pedestrians was a figure draped in black, a baseball hat on their head and a hood pulled up over it. As the person moves, the different security camera’s flip past on the screen, keeping up with their movement.

Instantly, Bucky’s blood ran cold.

“Where is this?” Sam whispers.

“Queens.” Bucky, Steve and Tony answer in unison.

“Very close to Parker’s apartment…” Tony whispers.

“It’s empty.” Steve mentions. “Happy and May are on vacation and Peter is staying with his friend. That Ned kid.”

“I know.” Tony says. “Doesn’t mean I like her being around the corner from his place regardless.”

The room goes quiet for a few moments as they all watch the Vipers progress through the streets of Queens. She never picks up her head, seeming to be watching the sidewalk in front of her. She slips easily between groups of people, never bumping into anyone even though she doesn’t seem to be looking at anyone.

“What are we doing?” Sam says then. “We know exactly where she is. She’s so close. Let’s go suit up.”

“There’s no way she’s here by accident.” Nat says quietly. “It’s like she wants us to find her…”

“Another layer of intrigue.” Tony snarks.

“She wouldn’t be stupid enough to show up in this city unless she actually wants us to find her.” Nat continues. “Either they sent her here as a trap and finally had her look into a security camera long enough for us to track her, or she’s doing this on her own. Either way, I don’t understand the motive.”

There’s another moment of silence as they all watch the cameras track the target.

Abruptly, the Viper stops in the middle of the sidewalk. The pedestrians continue to flow around her, many seem to be grumbling and some throw rude gestures in her direction.

There’s now only a single security camera in the area able to capture her image, she stands right in the center of the frame.

“What is she doing?” Steve whispers.

Through the grainy camera footage, the whole team watches as it looks almost like her shoulders shake slightly. She seems to be looking at her feet.

No one breathes as the woman in the center of the video lifts her head slowly. Her eyes land directly on the lens, as if she’s peering straight through the shitty security camera and into Avengers tower.

There’s a huge grin on her face.

Then, from the pocket of her hoodie, she pulls a pistol and calmly points the barrel at the camera.

The last thing the camera sees in her head dropping back as she begins to cackle. Then she pulls the trigger, ending the feed.

“Holy shit.” Sam whispers.

Bucky is speechless. His heart is pounding in his chest. He felt like her eyes seared through the camera and right into his chest. He can barely breathe.

“Friday, show us the other cameras in the area.” Tony barks.

Friday pulls up tons of camera angles of the street the Viper was just standing on. The crowds are screaming, attempting to run away from the spot that the Viper had clearly just been standing. However, there are no further gun shots and no one looks injured.

“What the hell? ” Bucky says under his breath. She just shot out a camera in the middle of a busy street in Queens? For what?

“Are there any figures matching her description on any of these feeds?” Tony snaps again.

“No sir.” Friday replies. “I’ve scanned every camera in the borough and I can’t see her on any of them.”

Everyone sits in shocked silence as the security footage continues to roll. The NYPD show up, helping to calm the pedestrians. They watch quietly as they start to tape off the area. Everyone knows however that if no one was hurt, it’s unlikely that the cops will pursue the incident further. They have much bigger fish to fry in this town.

“Well goddamn.” Sam finally breaks the silence. “That was quite a little performance.”

“She really wants us to find her then.” Nat mutters.

Around the room everyone mutters their agreement.

Bucky finds his voice finally.

“So let’s find her.”

There’s unending adrenaline in you now. It was reckless you knew that. It was also so obvious what game you were playing with them at this point, but you didn’t care.

They clearly weren’t going to make a move, so you had to play your hand first.

For better or worse, it was their move now.

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lokiodinsonofasgard000 · 3 years

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Cupid’s Contract

Loki and (Name) had been spending some time getting things ready for Christmas time on Midgard for celebration. After everything that had happened in New York and finding out about Thanos and how he was controlling him; it was decided to keep Loki on Midgard working as an avenger to amend what he had done. Much to the disagreeing of the others aside from Thor whom was estatic to have his brother by his side again.

The team was released to hear that (Name) was assigned to be his mentor and senior supervisor. She didn’t mind taking the job she found the Asgardian god to be very interesting and entertaining, a breathe of fresh air in a way; most of the other avengers were very serious in tricky situations (aside from Tony) and yet Loki always found a way to make some kind of comment, that earned a smile or chuckle from (Name). To be frank; Loki loved hearing her laugh, more so if he was the cause of her laughter.

“JARVIS. Please let everyone know I will be taking Loki out of the facility for an errand runs” (Name) called out grabbing her coat and scarf

“A notification has been sent. When will you be arriving?” asked the male AI.

“Not too sure, don’t wait on us” she called out before closing the door behind her.

(Name) opened the door and called out for Loki to hurry up. With a green flash Loki was by her side in all black, a gray and black checkered scarf around his neck. It had been snowing the night before and it was getting really cold coming to Christmas time.

“Alright to the car where it’s warmer; we need to get some Christmas decorations, I’m thinking of blue and silver themed, maybe some green so the tree makes sense” (Name) blabbered on as she started the car up

“We could always use magic dear-”

“Loki no. No magic. Plus I really want to have a real pine tree”

“...fine. But why blue and silver?” Loki asked her as they started to drive, Loki in the passenger seat

“Easy, it’ll piss off Tony” she smiled “we’ve had red and gold themed Christmas’ for years now and that was chosen by Tony himself”

“Well then...count me in, lets us annoy the short avenger” Loki shared a cheeky smirk

“Careful handsome, don’t let Tony hear ya say that” she teased.

Time had past and the two decided to have something to eat, after they slaving way buying decorations and last minute gift shopping.

After everything that had happened, the public started to get more used to seeing Loki around, every now and then. However the media noticed his closeness towards agent (Name) and pounces on the opportunity to get the hot story.

Usually the media would take photos of the two when they were together on normal days doing domestic things like; grocery shopping, movie night, and the simple hanging out even. Although (Name) and Loki cared nothing of it, it did get to the point where the avengers started to pry into their relationship as well; curious to their domestic closeness.

The two obviously had a closeness that they both acknowledged, and they both discussed in private the idea of a relationship but decided to wait on it, they both believed they still needed to work on each other as individuals before committing to a relationship, and filling out a ‘cupid’s contract’ to establish the relationship is consensual, and will not result in favoritism or get in between their work of duties.

Loki was smiling at her fondy as they ate food in the large food court. The two enjoying each other company until the sound of several cameras sounded off. Loki clenched his fists as he started to glare at the paparazzi, (Name) grabbed his hand giving him a look ‘calm down’.

Heaving a sigh he relaxed pushing his food away

“I think I’ve lost my appetite” he grumbled

“Oh don’t be like that sir. Just eat” she sighed as she continued to eat her own food ignoring the paparazzi that continues to snap shots of them.

“Well my apologizes. It's not my fault that I don’t enjoy being photographed like some zoo animal in a cage for other’s entertainment” he snapped.

This took (Name) by surprised, she never appreciate his bursts of frustrations. Frowning she stopped eating and crossed her arms and glaring lightly at him as she started to tell him off

“And you think I like this attention?” she sapped back

“Darling… that’s not what I was saying” he glared back at her attitude

“Maybe you should learn to choose your words carefully next time, love” she warned him.

Another flashes go off as they started to get closer to hear their conversation. Loki could feel his blood boil as he started to feel a little too cornered from the paparazzi, the arguing with (Name) didn't help either even though he knew he was the one who started it. (Name) could tell Loki was going to loose his temper anytime soon so she pulled her gun at the paparazzi with such an intense and feirce glre

“Back the fuck off before I kill you all” she said threateningly as they scattered off

“Darling just being we are arguing doesn’t mean to take it out on the pathetic humans” Loki said less frustrated there was no more loud clicks and flashing lights.

“Oh forgive me for trying to get them off our back so you didn’t feel uncomfortable” she defended putting her gun away.

Silence between the two before they heaved a sigh. They two took time to calm down for bit, until Loki started to chuckle which made (Name) give him a questioning stare

“What?” (Name) piped up

“Nothing, just amused of what this times headlines will be. “Agent (Name) and Loki of Asgard: break up?” or perhaps “what did he do?”. The lists goes on” Loki smiled.

(Name) took the time think up some headlines that made her chuckled as she smiled at him

“I’m betting on “Loki pushes (Name) to her limits: pulls out gun” or “couple makes a scene”..." She paused for a moment "You know Fury is probably gonna scold us and probably interrogate us on our relationship and what is it that we have”

Loki looked at her confused but asked her to go on and elaborate on what she meant on ‘our relationship’.

“Come on Loki… what’s the point in denying this” she mentioned between them with her hands “We do almost everything couples do aside from being touchy with each other-”

“Well dear, you were the one who wanted us to put the pin in our relationship status, for once we found ourselves as individuals, to which I respect” Loki spoke now seriously

“Yes… I know, but I’m saying... I'm saying I’m wrong. I think we should make it official and just get the stupid work contract thing signed-”

“Love contract” Loki interjected with a smile

“Y-yes...that. Anyway, we would also have to disclose it to our work colleagues” (Name) explains resting her cheek on her fist as she played with her food with her fork

“...I don’t believe so. To disclose that to Nick, I understand but to the avengers? I think not” Loki spoke with a frown “It is and will be our relationship, they don’t need to know of our private affairs”

“Agreed, but you brother needs to know and I don’t want to hear any excuses, alright” (Name) said pointing a finger at him

“Fine.. but you do understand that he will blurt it to everyone and to the public” Loki heaved a sigh

“Yes… but I’m not ashamed”

“...Neither am I. But I value privacy...you know not of my oaf of a brother Love...You know nothing”

“We’ll be fine handsome” she said softly and held his hand tenderly to which he returned a soft tender smile her way

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chuuulip · 4 years

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Level Up

Pairing: Loki x Darcy

Warning: Lingerie shopping; Provocative Pics; Mention of Among Us; Bad Writing; 18+

Words: 700

Prompt: Lingerie - @the-th-horniest-book-club Kinktober 14th Oct 👻

A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 Comment, like and reblog are highly desirable 💋 also thank you for @mrsraeschmidt for the Among US 101 xD

Darcy wasn’t amused at Loki lately. Well…the sex still great but the attention…, the attention had been lacking lately. Since Loki found about Among Us in the phone apps, he’s been engrossed in that game. His phone has been the only thing that keeps him occupied. Early in the morning, after breakfast, in the meeting, at dinner, and even after having sex, Loki always glued to his smartphone for none other than playing that game. She’s almost sure that Tony complained about it during one of the missions.

Loki usually didn't mind tagging along when Darcy needed extra input in choosing clothing. Not that she always shops here and there but a girl sometimes needed extra attention.

“Ugh…,” Darcy grunted at her reflection in the mirror. She likes the look of the black lace plunge teddy on her body but she needed some input.

She fished out her phone and took a selfie. When she looked in the gallery folder, only her face and half of her upper body were captured by the camera.

Feeling a little bit naughty, she took a non-selfie picture using the floor-length floor mirror inside the fitting room. She took several pics with different poses.

Slightly opened the fitting room door, her blue eyes roamed to the chair outside. “Wanda.” The scarlet witch switched her green eyes from her phone screen to Darcy.

“Hey Darce, what’s up?”

“Can you choose like five lingerie for me? Like whatever you found sexy and you know, risqué.”

Wanda's eyes darted to the left when suddenly Natasha appeared in front of Darcy's fitting room. “I might have a good selection for you Lewis.” Her green eyes sparkled as she strolled away.

Darcy looked at Wanda and Wanda replied to her with a shrugged of her shoulder.

Not long after that, the black widow came back to the fitting room section with a pile of lingerie. “Try this lewis.”

“O—ok!”

The first one was a sheer mesh teddy in black. It has an embroidered flower on the cup, and when Darcy turns back, she can see her ass cheeks clearly. She took several pictures with that lingerie.

She did that with the second, third, and fourth lingerie. All of them were exquisite and sexy. Of course, Darcy spent as much time as she could to pose and snap several provocative pictures of herself.

When Darcy picked up the last lingerie she was shocked, “holy shit! Oh...my...God!”

Darcy tried the last piece Natasha gave her. The fabric was a green soft lace with some ruffle and cute pattern. However, it’s basically shocking to her since she can see her pink nipple as the cups only supported her under the breast, like a corset. It’s also crotchless.

“I see you liking it,” Natasha yelled from outside.

“Hell yeah!” I mean this is a whole new level of risqué.” She replied enthusiastically to the Black Widow.

After she finished taking pictures of the last lingerie, Darcy exited the fitting room with her usual non-official S.H.I.E.L.D/Jane assistant office attire. Wanda and Natasha sat on the plush red chair.

“So did you like it?” The red hair asked

Darcy hooded and sat in the middle. “I need to send Loliball the pictures. He’s been ignoring me lately.” She pouted.

“You should. Come on, just send it to him right now.”

As per direction by Natasha, Darcy sent all the photos chronologically from the more subtle one to the revealing and riskier one.

Loki usually responds quite late if she sends a text to him but now her inbox has exploded with Loki’s comment. And when the last three pictures were shown as read , for the first time since Monday Loki called her. Darcy looked at Natasha and Wanda. Natasha gave at her a knowing smirk.

“Pet— Darcy, where are you?” Loki's tone sounds lower than usual. There’s a twinge of something animalistic about it.

“Told ya I was going to a store today.”

“Stay where you are. Be right there in a minute.” And with that Loki ended the calls.

Darcy smiled triumphantly. She’s looking forward to what’s gonna happen with her and that lingerie.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years

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Inhuman (2)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS season 2 spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3600

A/N: Not a lot of Reader in this chapter. Please tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guys and it keeps me motivated!

[New York, March 2024]

“We can’t find her,” Steve said as he walked back into the flower shop. Everyone else followed the Captain in.

The flower girl took a quick gasp at the heroes in her shop but Natasha gave her a soothing rub on the back. Nobody wanted to deal with a hysterical flower girl. Luckily, the woman who had killed Anderson hadn’t knocked over any plants in her hurry and the shop was still in one piece. Nat stood up and gave the woman one last look to make sure she wasn’t about to break down again and then the Avengers filed out of the shop.

There was a small crowd when they walked out onto the street. People were taking photos and videos of the ruined cafe. Their phones turned to the heroes, though, when they were spotted.

“Stark, can you get the security video from the cafe?” Steve ordered. “Wanda and I will talk to the baristas. Everyone else either deals with the crowds or examines the cafe.” Everyone nodded and went off to their respective jobs.

Inside the cafe, Anderson lied dead in a large pool of his own blood. Nat started to snap pictures of the bodies and damages. Behind the counter, she found a pair of plastic gloves and made a small show of putting them on. Bucky just picked up the bullet casings with his metal hand.

Nat gingerly moved Anderson’s head to get a clearer view of his neck wound. He had definitely died of blood loss due to the wound which was definitely inflicted by a knife. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on one of Anderson’s goons. A simple, black knife sat in his forehead. Nat walked over to the body and pulled the knife from his head and held it up to show Bucky.

“Think we can run this for prints?” She asked.

“Yeah, there might be some bags behind the counter.” There were. “Have you seen the bullet wounds in each of the security guys? All straight through the forehead.”

“Same with the fourth guy with this knife.”

“There are plenty of bullet casings from the securities’ guns but only three from another. She fired three times, each one hitting its mark.”

“So she’s a good shot,” Nat surmised.

“Are you guys done in there?” Sam asked through the broken window. The two ex-assassins rolled their eyes and joined everyone else outside.

“I got the security feed, obviously, but Cap also got a video from one of the baristas, right?” Tony reported.

“She just wanted to get Steve’s number,” Wanda laughed.

“Okay, we can go back to the compound to compare notes,” Steve suggested.

They all nodded and went back to the quinjet, the sounds of excited civilians and their cameras following them.

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"Please let me come with you to see your home," she begged at the end of one of their meetings. They stood in the forest. Far enough in where they wouldn't be spotted but still close enough to the edge to be safe from wild animals.

"I wish I could. I really do. But I can’t.”

“Why not?” She knew how she sounded. Her mother always warned her against whining. Still, she could not help the doubts clouding her mind. “Are-are you ashamed of me?” Her eyes watered at the thought as her cheeks burned from the absurdity of the question. Of course, he wasn’t ashamed of her. Right?

“I could never. You are perfect.” He kissed the top of her head. “The only thing stopping me is the Asgardians. They disapprove of you Midgardians," Loki explained.

"But I am sure if you tell them I'm your soulmate," she paused.

"I do not think that an Asgardian has ever had a Midgardian soulmate. You are the only ones in the Nine Worlds without soulmates." She huffed and nodded like she understood, although she honestly didn't. "Thank you for being patient. I believe that you will, one day, have the privilege to see Asgard. It is not as beautiful as you."

“I don’t want you to leave me alone here.”

“You will never be alone. I will never leave you, my dear.”

What a load of shit that had turned out to be. It had been so long since Loki had dreamed of her. He supposed that’s what he got for being back on Midgard. He couldn’t think about her. It hurt too much, knowing that he couldn’t have her.

Now, what had woken him up? Oh, the fucking AI. Apparently the Avengers had returned from their escapade.

“Is everyone here?” Stark asked when Loki walked into the conference room from earlier. Why was he always the last one to enter? “Okay, we have some videos to watch. F.R.I.D.A.Y. hit the lights.”

The lights in the room dimmed and Loki sat down at the table. The screen at the front turned on and a security feed began to play. Loki recognized the Midgardian Senator when he entered despite the tinted glasses on his face. Four men followed him in and spread out across the small cafe. He sat down with his back to the camera. The video skipped a couple of minutes and resumed when a woman with pink and green hair walked in.

“That’s obviously a wig,” Wilson snorted.

Loki narrowed his eyes. The woman reminded him of (Y/N) somehow. Maybe the body shape or the way she held herself. It obviously couldn't be (Y/N), though. He couldn’t even see her face because of the hat and camera angle. Loki brushed off the familiarity to the recent dream. He was seeing her in everything.

They talked briefly, but the security feed had no sound. The woman showed the man something on her phone and the Senator put a briefcase on the table. He opened the briefcase and the Avengers only caught a brief glimpse of its contents before the woman turned it to face her. She smiled and dramatically rubbed her hands together.

“What was that?” Thor raised his eyebrow at the screen.

“Probably to get the knife out of her sleeve,” Romanoff said and sure enough a moment later, the woman stabbed the Senator in the neck.

Loki tried to hide his smirk when she removed the knife and the Senator’s blood squirted like a fountain. The four men converged on her and drew their guns. She flipped the table as the men fired on her. Loki found himself rooting for her, even though he knew the outcome. The woman popped up and shot three of the men. Then she threw the knife at the fourth man. Once he went down, the cafe’s window broke and she left the cafe.

“And then we arrived, she ran into the next door flower shop where we lost her,” Stark continued once the video stopped. “The next video is from one of the baristas.”

The video changed and this time it had sound.

“Dude, that’s a Senator or something, right?” one female voice behind the camera asked. The video shook and the Avengers watched the woman walk in.

“I don’t know, shut up.”

“Senator,” the woman said.

The dream must really be getting to Loki’s head because the woman even sounded like (Y/N). Even after all this time, he would never be able to forget what his soulmate’s voice sounded like. Could it be a descendant? A relative? He knew she never had children.

“You can’t possibly be the one I talked to,” the Senator replied. “You’re just a girl.”

“I would have stabbed him too if he said that to me,” Romanoff joked. Maximoff snorted and nodded in agreement.

“Well of course I couldn’t be. My boss is too busy and smart to meet you in public.”

The Senator made no sign of noticing her tone, but the Avengers sure did.

She pulled out the phone and showed him the screen. “Now, I’m also busy so if we can get this over with?”

“Sure, darling.” He put the briefcase on the table.

“Open it.”

The Senator followed the order and this time, the Avengers could see the money that filled the briefcase. She nodded and rubbed her hands together.

“Thank you, Senator. That will be all.”

The following chaos ensued and the video stopped when the girls ducked down behind the counter to hide. The lights came back on.

“We have a couple more presentations before we get into the group discussion,” Stark said and the majority of the people at the table rolled their eyes.

“We’re not a fucking kindergarten class, Stark,” Barnes grumbled as he and Romanoff went to the front. The screen now showed various pictures of the bodies.

“We recovered the knife used to kill Anderson and one goon,” Romanoff held up the knife. “We found prints on it, but we found no records to match them.”

“There were many bullet casings on the ground, mostly from the security,” Barnes continued. “Only three came from the woman, I assume. That means she has a lot of practice shooting people in the forehead.”

“Is this the same group that Anderson had hired?” Barton asked. “Cause there were no white roses.”

“We got a closer look at what was on the phone, and it looked like text messages. This was a meeting for the payment. And it seems like this lady is in charge.”

“Thank you, kids,” Stark stood back up with his eyes glued to his phone. “But apparently Senator Anderson’s house was robbed around the same time he was murdered.” He tapped the phone and flicked his wrist and new photos appeared at the front. “They took everything of value and—”

“Left white rose petals everywhere,” the Captain sighed as he studied the pictures. “This white rose organization has been growing under our noses for too long. I think we have to end it.”

They needed time to come up with a solid plan. If they scared them off, it could be years until they had another chance to catch them.

🌹

Thoughts of (Y/N) ran rampant in Loki’s mind. After the meeting, he had gone up to Bruce to inquire about her. She had been a princess, a queen, right? He had to know about her.

“Queen (Y/N)?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re asking about Queen (Y/N), eldest daughter to King Henry VIII?”

“Er, she had a sister named Mary,” Loki supplied.

“Bloody Mary?”

“Maybe? Can you just give me a quick Midgardian history lesson?”

“I’m not the most well versed in sixteenth-century English history. Maybe you could search it up online? Or go to a museum?”

Bruce had done a quick search with the help of Stark’s AI and had learned that a museum down in the capital, Washington DC, was having a special exhibit on English history. He had also suggested Thor go along with him. Just in case Loki decided to do something stupid. So now, Loki was being trailed by the very obvious God of Thunder as he walked through the museum.

Crowns, jewelry, and clothes from the sixteenth century were displayed in glass cases as humans milled around reading the descriptions. A tour guide was leading a group of teenagers around, pausing every once in a while. Loki couldn’t get past the group and stuck to listening to the tour.

Fucking finally. They had made it to the monarchs and family trees. Loki could see (Y/N)’s painted portrait. It was an accurate image of her, yet it still could not capture her true ethereal beauty. Delicate white flowers filled the empty space behind her.

“(Y/N) was the infamous Bloody Mary’s older sister and eldest surviving child to King Henry VIII,” the tour guide said to the teens. “Born in 1513, she married Phillip II of Spain when she was twenty-five. After her death, Phillip II would remarry her sister, Mary. She was a benevolent ruler, especially compared to her sister and successor. After her father died in January of 1547, she, along with fifteen others, perished in a suspicious fire that was never solved.”

What? Loki stood staring at (Y/N)’s portrait as the group moved on. The museum must have it wrong. (Y/N) had died seven years earlier in December of 1538. Loki’s mind spun. Was she actually alive for seven more years? Why was the connection shut off? She had to have died that day. It was painful but was it better than him seemingly abandoning her? Because he did abandon her, and his choice haunted Loki ever since.

🌹

[San Juan, Puerto Rico, December 1538]

You could see the land up ahead. It was a vague outline of a coast, but it was more land than you had seen in four weeks. The ship creaked under your feet as Agnes brought you to your new husband’s study. He was going to show you the reason you were sailing across the ocean.

In the study, a strange metallic object sat on a thick cloth on the desk. It was about the length of your forearm and it had many geometric sides, causing it to look bent.

“We found a case of these in Portugal,” Phillip told you. “We managed to get most of them out, but it cost a great many people’s lives.”

“It was guarded?” you asked. The many surfaces were not smooth. You wanted to touch it. When you reached a hand out for it, Phillip grabbed it and pulled you back.

“Not in the way you would think. The men who directly came into contact with them were quickly turned to stone. But when they did,” Phillip opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment, “the strangest symbols appeared on its surface.”

On the parchment, seemingly random lines and ellipsis. You looked at your husband for an explanation.

“The locals told a story of blue angels who fell from the heavens to Earth. Some called them the… Kree? Yes, I believe that was it. We are traveling to Puerto Rico because there are similar stories there. I believe we found where this belongs.”

Loki, you asked your soulmate. Have you heard of the Kree?

“You said there were more?” you asked Phillip while you waited for Loki’s reply.

“Moving more than one is too dangerous. This… object. It is a weapon.”

The sound of ringing bells made both of you look up. You were here. As you were disembarking from the ship, Loki finally responded.

The Kree are a very advanced militaristic race. I know of them, how do you?

Have they ever been to Earth? You looked around at your new surroundings as the warm air tickled your skin.

Not that I know of, but I can do some inquiring. He went silent.

“Right this way, your majesty,” a man said with an accent. He led you to a carriage and opened the door for you.

“Where are we going?” you asked before entering.

“To the site, your majesty,” he replied.

You supposed you were already in your traveling clothes and you didn’t want to get any of your fancy dresses dirty. Agnes joined you in the carriage.

“What did the King want?” Agnes asked. All formalities between the two of you had already been dropped by the third week of knowing each other.

“He showed me this,” you paused. You didn’t know what it was. “It was this object that he believes belongs here or more specifically, where we are going.”

The ride was, thankfully, over quickly, but Loki had not gotten back to you yet. You and Agnes left the increasingly stuffy carriage and watched men with shovels linger around the giant hole in the ground. You walked closer and a tall, thin man with spectacles fell into step next to you. He gingerly held a box in his hands.

“Is it in there?” you asked looking at the box out of the corner of your eye.

“Er, yes. Yes, it is, your majesty,” he stuttered.

“What is going to happen?”

“W-well, a team of men are going to go down and th-they will find where it belongs.”

A man walked up to the thin man who opened the box to display the mysterious object. With gloves on, he wrapped the object in its cloth and removed it. You should be the one to take it. Where on Earth did that come from? You shouldn’t touch it lest you want to turn to stone.

You followed the man with the object as he joined a group of six men with torches, armor, and swords. They began to climb down a ladder that led deep into the ground. You needed to go with them. Why, though?

“I’m going as well,” you turned and began to descend the ladder.

“Your highness,” the tall man rushed to the edge and yelled down at you. “I-I wouldn’t advise—”

“You are not my advisor.”

“Your highness!” Agnes shouted.

“Nobody else follows,” you ordered. “Or tell Phillip.”

The rest of your descent was silent. Goodness, this went down much further than you had thought. The closest man’s torch barely illuminated the rungs where you were. It still felt as if you had made the correct decision.

Loki? Are you there? He remained silent.

Sounds of pained screaming and concerned shouts erupted below you. What now? Then the shouts became more fearful and the sound of metal hitting metal reached your ears. You got to the bottom and gasped when you saw four of the seven men dead on the ground, blood seeping across the ground. One torch was still lit so you picked it up and followed the sound of the last three.

The ceilings were high above you and the walls were solid rock, not dirt as you had first expected. Out of the darkness, a man ran at you, his face contorted in panic.

“Your highness,” he said with an accent. Then he spoke in rapid Spanish as he caught his breath. Someone yelled down the hall and you took a step back. “Run!” the man yelled.

Then another man came out of the darkness and impaled the first with his sword. You jumped back with a small scream and clapped your hand over your mouth. Your breathing was heavy as the second man straightened his back and looked at you with terrifying red eyes.

To your surprise, he didn’t attack you. After a minute of stillness and silence, you realized that he was beckoning to you. You took a tentative step closer and he took one back. You took another step and he moved back again. He wanted to lead you somewhere.

The first place the man brought you was just a few meters down the hall. He pointed to the object on the ground next to a statue. No, not a statue. The man must have touched the object and he turned to stone. You took in a shaky breath and looked at the red-eyed man for confirmation. He only continued to point.

You couldn’t see the cloth it was wrapped in before so you made the insane decision to pick it up with your bare hands. You winced and waited to turn to stone but when nothing happened, you looked at it. The same pattern that had been on the parchment Phillip showed you had popped up, covering the object in a glowing red-orange light.

With renewed confidence, you followed the man through the maze-like halls. The next stop was a large, circular room that was lit from above. A stone pedestal was in the center and when you walked over to it, you saw it held the patterns as well. The walls around the room began to move, leaving you trapped alone in the silent room.

Loki? You couldn’t feel his presence.

The object moved in your hand and you instinctively let it go. It didn’t fall to the ground but floated to the pedestal. Were you shaking? The object opened and started to fold in on itself, revealing rising, dark blue crystals.

Loki, please. Where are you? You felt a tear slip down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. The crystals began to glow and then a wave of mist exploded outward. It exploded outward and knocked you backward. Loki!

I’m sorry, my brother was bothering me. What’s wrong?

Your breath was quick and it shook in time with your body. I-I don’t know. I’m scared, Loki. Your body tingled and you saw a dark layer of stone spread across your body and around your clothes. Tears freely dripped down your face now. S-something is happening Loki. Please, I’m so scared.

I’m sorry, I can’t do anything.

You couldn’t move and the layer reached your face. You could see it creeping up on you out of the corner of your eye. You were stuck. You couldn’t do anything as your vision was obscured but mentally call out for Loki.

It felt like you were in darkness for hours, but it was probably only a minute. Eventually, the crust around you began to crack and you were able to move your fingers. The stone layer kept falling away and the moment you could, you collapsed to the ground. Silent sobs racked your body.

The walls opened up again and the red-eyed man still stood, waiting.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry until you ran out of tears. You wanted to give up and lie on the stone floor forever.

You knew that something had changed. When you were waiting in the darkness, you knew. You felt empty inside. You knew it wouldn’t work but you still tried to call out to Loki.

He was gone.

He had promised he would never leave, but he was gone.

And you were alone.

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lightningx · 3 years

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you know what time it is~ wandavision theory time :D

btw this is just a continuation of my last theory post but that one was getting a tad long

☆ first of all, EPISODE 7 IS LITERALLY CALLED BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL. it is a combination of modern family and the office in the way it has the characters speaking directly to the audience. we also see agatha interviewing wanda at one point where wanda says “you’re not supposed to talk”.

☆ can we just take a moment to appreciate the number at the top of the license plate in episode 7. 122822. stan’s birthday. :)

☆ it was revealed that agnes is actually agatha harkness. while i was expecting this, i didn’t expect her to be so evil as that is not how she is portrayed in the comics. however, i think we can all agree that her “it’s been agatha all along” theme song is the catchiest thing ever~

☆ this is completely random, but i just realized that one of “geraldine’s” outfits bears an extremely close resemblance to the fantastic four uniform. yk the one with the scoop neck, the long denim vest, the blue and white colors. darcy also detects cosmic microwave background radiation in one of the first episodes. the fantastic four gain their powers after being exposed to cosmic radiation (maybe the same thing?). idk if this is a stretch but i feel like they’re dropping ff hints?

☆ another small thing, but the cereal that wanda keeps eating is called sugar snaps. this is a subtle reference to thanos and the snap.

☆ the mysterious disappearance of tommy and billy is definitely interesting. agatha may have turned them into a bug and rabbit as the camera so obviously pans to these two creatures. on another hand, though this is a little dark, she may have eaten or murdered the two boys. we do see faint blood splatters in agatha’s basement and she did mention that she has bitten children before.

☆ i have a ton of theories on what the book in agatha’s basement could be:

i think that marvel may be teasing the appearance of dr strange or the arrival of something darker. in agatha’s basement, we see a book. there is much speculation that this is the darkhold, a book created by the elder god chthon (whose powers connect to wanda’s origin in the comics). the darkhold is essentially a spell book that holds the key to all magic in the marvel universe and appears in marvel’s agents of shield and marvel’s runaways. dr strange has also been in possession of this book before. the most important aspect of this book, however, is that chthon created it to construct a gateway between his realm and earth. like a sort of way to jump through dimensions. like a multiverse. the book was also glowing the same orange color as the soul stone. it may be possible that agatha fed the twins’ souls to mephisto?

there are a couple other options for the book. it could be the necronomicon, a powerful tome of black magic derived from the darkhold. or, it could be the tome of zhered-na. another option is the book of cagliostro from the ancient one’s private collection which would connect to dr strange.

☆ perhaps it is time to revamp the grim reaper (eric williams) and wonder man (simon williams) theories? i doubt marvel “accidentally” hid an animated version of the grim reaper’s helmet in episode 2′s intro theme song. could hayward be eric williams? or, could hayward be ultron? in the avengers assemble show, ultron did take human form as a government official to take out the avengers. this could be why hayward wants vision’s corpse so badly. kevin feige has said, “i love bringing back characters people think they’ve seen the last of”.

☆ i’m still wondering if mephisto has something to do with all this. he could be agatha’s rather absent husband ralph, or señor scratchy, (mr. scratch being another name for the devil) her rabbit. at one point agatha does say “the devil’s in the details bev” and at one point dottie says “all of this is for the children” in a very alarming way. mephisto collected wanda’s children in the comics. agatha also has a son named nicholas scratch in the comics who i believe worked for mephisto? idk just something to think about.

☆ another thing on mephisto: we see a small clip of mephisto in a stained glass window in the loki trailer. from leaked set photos of tfatws, we see men wearing black leather jackets with the face of a red demon. wanda and mephisto do have quite the history in the comics. could this villain be carried throughout all of the upcoming series? are all of the upcoming series somehow intertwined or connected with one another?

☆ ok ok so they finally introduced the superhero photon (which in case yall missed it was also maria rambeau’s nickname) aka monica rambeau. we see her get her powers from going through westview’s barrier. in the comics, she gets her powers from being bombarded with extradimensional energy (something similar to the barrier) and was introduced as the second captain marvel.

☆ since i didn’t go over these in my last theory post, i wanted to continue my commercial theories here:

the fifth commercial is about a shark that offers a boy a yo-magic (which sounds like your magic) yogurt, but the boy can’t get it open until one day he withers into a skeleton. the slogan is “yo-magic, the snack for survivors!”. if the boy represents wanda, it could be representative of her survivor’s guilt (we see pietro with bullet wounds for a brief second in this episode). the shark also talks about “hunger” and a gift of unusable “magic”, which seems like it is indicating something like a “deal with the devil”, aka mephisto. it is the first commercial with a child as the main character which could have something to do with why episode 6 is the first time we see children in westview.

the sixth commercial is most definitely one of the most intriguing. it is about “nexus”, a type of antidepressant. some interesting lines of the commercial are “a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality, or the reality of your choice” and “nexus: because the world doesn’t revolve around you, or does it?”. before i get into the broader meanings of nexus, we have heard the term before in aou where it was established as the biggest internet exchange point in the world (now this just seems code for multiverse). however, in the comics, nexus (also called the nexus of all realities) is a cross-dimensional gateway, providing a path to any and all realities. there are several characters in the marvel universe who are considered nexus beings. some examples are wanda maximoff/scarlet witch, kang the conqueror, and jean grey/the phoenix. given this commercial, another possibility for the book in agatha’s basement may simply be a portal to the multiverse.

#wandavision theories #..marvel

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saieras · 5 years

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21 THINGS I LOVED ABOUT ENDGAME

HEAVY SPOILERS. I always tag #endgame spoilers, so make sure to block that if you haven’t

1. THE FIRST 20 MINS

Expectations? Chuck them out the window. They weren’t kidding when they said all promotional material came from the first 20 mins!!! I loved how they got right into the thick of things, cameras blazing, completely no nonsense. And CAROL omg. Also I did NOT expect Thanos’ death to be, Just Like That.

2. The Time Jump.

Very, very smart move. I liked everything about the time jump. It lets us view the event with a lens of a world shattered, a world that has had the chance to come to its senses and reel from the catastrophe.

Although it might have other implications for FFH (like, how the hell is Ned still in Peter's class if he survived? Unless the entire decathlon team got dusted together, which, hey, kinda depressing but like they say, People who decathlon together, Dust together!)

3. Intro of Thor and Clint

The cinematographic shift, including atmosphere and music, was a bit jarring, but I quite liked it. And Korg and Meek! Just hanging out

Although I’m curious, why didn’t y’all give Thor body hair? He’s got a wild beard, a dadbod with a beerbelly... He ought to have a hairy chest/stomach! Same with Clint. That japanese dude Clint killed was still speaking after his throat got slit. Wut.

4. Scott Lang.

Just. Every joke he made. Fantastic.

But also I did not expect to shed my first tear at his and Cassie’s reunion. That was great.

5. Morgan. Tony and Morgan. Tony and Peter’s photo.

Domestic Tony. So soft. AND THAT PHOTO WAS HIS. In HIS HOUSE. FRAMED. I REALLY wish we got more but that moment was very powerful. Still, I was unsatisfied. I wanted Tony to cry. I wanted Morgan to also know about Peter. Basically I want more canonical proof of Irondad Spiderson. Like, listen, this is the one loss that haunts Tony to this day. Peter’s death was the kind of pain that made Tony terrified of going again, for fear of losing Morgan.

6. THE NYC SCENE.

ALL of it. From Tony the security guard, to him talking shit about his own deodorant, to him giving himself a cardiac arrest to cause a diversion and being like this is fine, nothing to see here. And Hulk vs stairs. And STEEB. OMG STEEB. “Hail Hydra.“ “I’ve got visuals on Loki.” “I can do this all da--“ “Yeah. I know. I know.“

“Bucky... Is... ALIVE“

And butt jokes. So many Steve buttjokes. I don’t ship stony, but that is the closest y’all will get to a stony suggestive scene.

ALSO LOKI just yeeting himself outta there. That’s ma boi!

7. Frigga and Thor.

Nuff said. Mama Frigga is the best.

8. Tony and Howard.

It’s really great how adorable Tony was throughout this scene. And... while Howard was NOT redeemed, it’s nice to know he did love his son. And it’s great that Tony got some closure.

9. Peggy and Steve.

Out of the Big Three’s scenes with their “significant past people”, this one was the least impactful for me, as they didn’t even talk, BUT in retrospect it set the scene for later perfectly.

10. Gamora saves the day!

This is GREAT and showcases her character very well, who she really is despite who Thanos raised her to be.

11. Clint and Natasha

Their friendship was on full display during this film. Their scenes. And how it was all platonic. The entire audience knew, as soon as they landed on Vormir, that one of them wasn’t going to make it.

12. Just, Natasha in general.

She’s really been allowed to SHINE in this film. ScarJo is finally allowed to act! Like, thank god. About time she snapped out of her resting impassive smirkface. I love the humanity we got to see out of Natasha as a result. And her heading the command center for a post-Snap Avengers is very apt for her.

13. THE BIG 3 FIGHT THANOS

There are many, many things to love here. But Thor wielding both weapons was amazing, them teaming up their powers with lightning and Tony’s tech, and STEEB with MJOLNIR allowed him to perform SO many cool tricks. Like playing vibranium squash with the shield. So fluid. That fight scene was something else.

14. THE ENTRANCE OF THE HEROES

Assembling for the final fight. I didn’t like how it turned into a slugfest (again), but that moment of hope when Sam hails Steve... Damn.

15. MY BABY BOY PETER

So proud of him. The way he flips in, and is instantly like Woah this is a Big Fight!! How we focus on him for a large part of the battle. How he’s running through the field with the gauntlet, and people all around him coming to help him.

16. Carol’s entrance.

She singlehandedly destroyed that purple grape’s hopes and shat all over his precious spaceship. That’s our girl!

17. “Hey Peter Parker. Got something for me?”

CAROL. CArol listen. You are his mom now. That’s how it works with that damn kid. That’s how he ended up with a whole fucking team of parents.

It be like that sometimes.

18. The LADIES of MARVEL

THEY ARE AMAZING. I fully expect a gifset when the bluray is out. Every one of them. Also the way they gathered around Peter, so soft yet so badass at the same time!

Also RESCUE. OMG. PEPP. And the battlefield fighting side by side with Tony.

19. The passing on of mantles

Steve to Sam (SO glad he didnt get passed over for bucky), Thor to Valkyrie, and Tony to Pepper. These are their legacies. And they’re very skillfully done.

I forgot to add that Steve’s choice to remain in the past and grow old is an EXTREMELY tasteful move. It completes his character arc, fulfilled his dreams from back during the CA First Avenger, and eases him out of the main picture without giving us more heartbreak. It’s sad, yes, but the kind of sad that is also laced with contentment and happiness. This is what he deserves.

20. Tony’s send-off.

His death. I was glad Pepper was the last one there, to tell him it’s okay, they’ll be fine, he can let go.

AND PETER. Peter was there, trying to talk to him, sobbing and breaking down. This is what I wanted, going in, if Tony were to die. And this is what I got. You just know this is going to haunt him in FFH.

And Tony himself. His immense sacrifice, the moment he knew what he had to do, the moment Strange held up that finger. One way. UGH.

I have to admit I wanted Peter to also be there when they’re playing back Tony’s recording. I like how they otherwise didn’t miss a single member of the IronFam, though, like Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, Morgan, they’re all there. But still, Peter should’ve been.

Also, how could I forget, Harley. He totally had every right to be attending that funeral. And it shows how Tony kept in contact with him.

21. And finally, Tony. RDJ.

Thank you. Beyond all words, Thank you.

This has been one hell of a ride.

How far we’ve come. So, thank you!

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Lock screens: marvel addition

PART ONE:

TONY

Tony had asked you to take a picture of him for something, so, after about 30 minutes of trying to get a decent in, you finally took this gem and you adored it so much you made it your lock screen.

Tony likes to take your phone just to look at the lock screen because it makes him happy knowing even if he has to do something away you can still see him in a way

THOR

Getting a picture of the God of Thunder isn’t as easy as you think, shockingly Thor hardly stands still, he always wants to do something.

After days of trying, one morning you found Thor stood by the windows gazing at the city, so you snuck this picture of him.

Thor doesn’t understand why you made it your lock screen but he decided to take a picture of you and do it as well, now he’ll show everyone while happily telling them he’s dating you

BRUCE

Bruce is really shy, so, getting a picture of your beautiful boyfriend is extremely difficult.

He doesn’t like cameras or anything of the sort, so, asking him flat out was out of the question. Thankfully Tony knew what you wanted to do, so, he distracted Bruce which let you capture this beautiful image.

Later on you admitted to Bruce you took a picture of him because you felt slightly guiltily, but he didn’t seem to mind

NATASHA

Natasha is a busy woman, she always doing missions or things for Fury.

One day you were just walked down to the hall and she stopped to look at you, so, you quickly pulled your phone out, snapped this picture, gave her a kiss on the cheek and carried on with what you were doing

CLINT

You have loads of chances to get pictures of Clint, sure. Clint loves to take pictures with you.

BUT

You only have so many chances to get a picture of your birdboy like this, and you absolutely love it when he dressed like this and he knows it, which is why he stayed still just long enough for you to snap a picture in reward for a couple of kisses

STEVE

Bless this man, for he was really confused about the 21st century.

But he was slowly getting the hang of things.

You were playing on your phone when you saw Steve walk in and stand like this, as far as he knew you didn’t know, oh, but you did, and put just had to get a picture.

Steve smiles knowing he’s your lock screen because it’s the equivalent of having a photo of your love from his time

BUCKY

You didn’t take this one, Steve did. You had been teaching him photography. When he went to find Bucky, he found his best friend like this, following his gaze Steve found him watching you play with a puppy.

Steve just had to get this picture and he sent it to you immediately aftwards, now it’s your lock screen because never have you seen Bucky so happy in your life, and your really happy you made him look like this

LOKI

The God doesn’t smile at anything.

But the second he saw you, his face lit up like a Christmas tree, he loves you so, so, much.

Without thinking you took this picture, and now your really happy because you can see his smiling face more often.

Loki pouted about it but he’s secretly overjoyed after he asked Peter why you set it as your lock screen

PHIL

He may seem like he’s not busy, but Phil is ALWAYS busy.

He was stood talking to someone when you took this picture, but the second you took it his head snapped towards you, and with a sheepish grin you ran away before you could stop you.

Now, you show Phil whenever you get the chance because you know he wants you to delete the picture, and as much as you love him

No, you won’t do it

WANDA

Wanda wasn’t doing anything special, she was just sat watching TV, but she looked absolutely beautiful.

After you took the picture, and set it as your lock screen you when and sat with her, giving her a kiss and hugging her.

Wanda found out later that day you took a picture of her, but all she did was show you her lock screen which was a picture of you from the other week eating an ice cream cone

#tony stark #wanda maximoff #natasha rominoff #clint barton #loki odinson #thor odinson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bruce banner #phil coulson #marvel lockscreens #mavel x reader

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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a good week at football camp | p.p

➭ headcanon

summary: the avengers spend a week at football camp to work on team bonding

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

words: 1.3k

warning: language, pure chaos, a lot of…football?

a/n: while i’m working on a fic that is waaay overdue, here’s a little headcanon that is also my not-so-subtle excuse to gush about football while sprinkling on some crack <3 enjoy!

* * *

tony comes up with this brilliant idea of sending the avengers to a makeshift football camp for some much-needed team bonding

because the only time the team ever operates together is when tony kicks them out of their beds at the crack of dawn and bribes them with pancakes

steve rogers, co-dad to this dysfunctional family, is wary but very, very thrilled

he gets a whole pack of disposable cameras and immediately starts snapping pictures of everyone before the trip even begins. he does it for no apparent reason, he just likes to toe the line between life and death

there are at least five pictures of nat threatening to choke him with fuzzy socks and clint hisses at him until steve is too uncomfortable and leaves

there are also a few photos of peter and y/n wrestling over hoodies and it’s so stupidly adorable that tony sends y/n away to finish packing because he’s “too young for grandchildren”

“what makes you think you’ll be their grandpa?” “i put a roof on your head and this is the thanks i get?” “you would spoil them to the bone” “and there’s something wrong with that?”

peter lets the bickering go on for a while because he secretly loves it but tony gets pettier with every second

“fine, i don’t want it anymore. let one of the other psychos play grandpa.” “mr. stark, we didn’t even want children in the first place” “exCUSE ME—” “we’re 16?? we’re literally toddlers???”

the night before they leave, clint dreams that he forgets his arrows and that’s how bruce finds him in the kitchen at three o’clock in the morning, sharpening his arrows in dead silence

thor and loki are already waiting at the camp, and everyone has the complete and utter joy of watching thor bear hug tony while y/n fist-bumps loki

loki acts like it’s above him, but y/n swears there is a faint smile on his face before he turns away

they’ve barely set foot on the pitch before they realise, “okay. so…we’re decent at saving the world, but it does not mean we’re good at football, huh”

like, they’re technically capable of kicking around a ball, but their inability to work as a team really shines through when they’re supposed to score an actual goal…or come anywhere near it

nobody really knows how bucky ends up being main striker, but it quickly turns out to be the worst idea possible

“i swear to god, if you kick that ball into the woods ONE MORE TIME” *three seconds later the ball flies in a high arc into the woods*

sam, throwing his kit at him: “every day you wake up and choose VIOLENCE—” *peter rolls off the bench, wheezing*

they do improve though. it’s slow and painful to watch and they still get their asses kicked more than they would like, but they’re getting…somewhere

the avengers also learn that peter LOVES to run. as it turns out, he actually does it for Fun™️

when steve announces they’re doing sprint/footwork drills in mixed team groups, the avengers groan but peter is literally bouncing on the balls of his feet

the drill starts and peter is nimbly leaving them all in the dust

(this is the boy who does agility ladder exercises in his sleep)

(his calves are made of Steel™️)

it doesn’t help either that the penalty for losing a scrimmage is running laps around the absolutely MASSIVE forest

they don’t know which is worse: running while thor sings unintelligible asgardian folk songs, or having to deal with loki’s wrath over running

steve and peter are done before anyone else and they like to sit on one of the tree trunks right by the path to irritate encourage everyone

“your footwork is really improving clint!! yesterday you fell and almost knocked your teeth out!!!” “i’m going to knock YOUR teeth out if you don’t—” “oh WOW nat!!! i think you’re actually faster than clint—”

*cue clint zooming past them*

but it’s not only that! tony, who is a billionaire and sweats money, has another brilliant idea and forces the team to camp outside in the cold to bond over s’mores and bonfires. and it works!

by day three, it becomes an unspoken rule that everyone huddles around the bonfire in the evening to sulk, eat s’mores, and scheme tony’s death. he would be offended but they’re actually doing something together, so tony supports it

and they grow fond of football too! even if no one likes to admit it

sam and steve in particular are going crazy because they’re trying to out-striker each other while also trying to be more collaborative strikers to improve their offense line

bucky is in the goal now and puts in a decent amount of effort the whole time, but he decides to keep things ~interesting~ by randomly becoming an absolute nightmare in goal with no warning nor reason

this makes it extra fun for the rest of the team, to say the least

tony is in the other goal and it is genuinely the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. nat keeps kicking the ball into the upper right corner of the goal since tony can’t reach it and it’s pure evil

“someone give the poor man a ladder, it’s like watching a puppy being tortured” “f*ck you, banner” “that’s not very team-bonding of you”

peter ends up playing midfield and y/n is supposed to defend him, but they just end up poking each other. their poking war quickly turns into a “friendly” body checking competition and it is…so scary

at one point, y/n creeps up on peter like a raccoon and tackles him to the ground, and they both end up rolling around in the dirt, screaming: “SWORDS AT DAWN“

the others just stand by with no intention of breaking them apart

loki and nat get along surprisingly well?? no one really expected that friendship to happen but they’re not suicidal enough to interfere so they just watch them talk about different dagger sizes

one day, they all decide to take a day off to go to the lake

everybody is unbelievably sore but they manage to bob around in the water and bucky may or may not have fallen asleep in a donut floatie

halfway through the camp, bruce surprises them with freshly picked apples and they split them to share with each other even though they could each have a whole one :)

on the last day, steve decides to do something fun, so they have little scrimmages against each other

loki and nat insist on staying together because they’re now a Package Deal™️ and they wreak havoc on every offensive line they encounter

nat, flashing a genuine smile: “it was fun playing with you, loki! we should do this again some time“

loki, voice cracking: “fine”

bucky and tony are goalkeepers in one match and at one point, bucky tries to slam a ball all the way over to tony and he catches it perfectly and tony has honestly never felt more accomplished

sam drops back to try playing defence with thor and they’re being very vocal with each other, very communicative and efficient, but eventually it just turns into half-screaming and half-laughing

bruce tries playing winger, and he never wants to do that again

at the end, tony surprises them with a barbecue which is exciting because food

tony is a mediocre cook at best, but he’s really good when it comes to grilling, so he teaches peter the basics

on the bus ride home, loki writes all about it in his journal (something he learned from y/n) and nat sneaks a glance to see the last bullet point is simply “good week”

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the greatest sacrifice

requested: no

pairing: steve rogers x reader, tony stark x reader (platonic!tony)

summary: ENDGAME SPOILERS! you and steve live what is essentially the domestic life after the snap until the time heist is proposed. you and steve are tasked to retrieve the soulstone together, but neither of you knows the horrors that await in vormir. or the sacrifices that must be made for the greater good.

a/n: yes, this is a female reader sorry but most of my fics are going to be female readers, honestly. second, killing off a character is honestly hard, like you get so into their thoughts and emotions that when you kill them it’s like ‘ow man, that’s my friend’. this is also a repost from my other account, so if you think you saw this exact fic a few weeks ago: you probably did ! i just moved my marvel fics over to this account.

warnings: is it suicide? it’s self-sacrifice, leave it at that. mentions of the word suicide. endgame spoilers, mentions of gore, death, character death. and implied smut however it’s not written out, just mentioned. you’ve been warned, read at your own risk.

word count: 5.3k, i spent weeks on this so

Truth be told, no one had been the same since half of the universe’s population turned to dust. The Avengers were practically no more, the world was descending into chaos, and you only blamed yourself. You blamed yourself for not stopping Thanos, for failing at your mission to protect people. You felt at fault for the deaths of countless amounts of people and creatures spread out across the universe. Perhaps you were wrong to feel this way, perhaps you were blaming yourself for something in which everyone was at fault. But that didn’t stop you, and for four years you lived in nothing but self-hatred over the mere fact that you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself for the deaths that were faced. For the pain brought across the universe, for the families separated and the people who were confused about what happened.

"You have got to stop thinking about it, (Y/N).“ You heard that a lot, and it was mostly from your best friend Steve. You sent a glance in his direction, raising your head from Natasha’s shoulder as you stood from the arm of the chair to meet him. He knew what was coming, as he automatically opened his arm for the impending embrace that you would pull him into. "I missed you.” You muttered into his chest, “I was only gone for a few hours.” Steve said with a small laugh. As you pulled away from the hug he raised an eyebrow at your outfit, “Is that… are you wearing Natasha’s shirt and my jacket?” He questioned, beginning to search your appearance more for any other “borrowed” articles of clothing. “I am, these are Tony’s shoes too. They’re a little big but they make me feel rich.” You said with a shrug as you sat down on the couch near the corner. Steve joining you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, which prompted Natasha to take her queue to leave.

See, you and Steve lived like you were a domestic couple, but you weren’t. Neither of you had confessed that you loved each other, but it was almost as though you didn’t need to. You cuddled each other, kissed a few times and practically acted like you were married. Of course, you had said you loved each other, but it had never been with that sort of romantic connotation. “Steve?” You questioned, your head rested against his shoulder. “Hmm.” He hummed in response. “H- No that sounds weird… I’m gonna say it anyway. How do you define our relationship?” you questioned, your head not leaving his shoulder until he turned to look at you. “How do you want to define our relationship?” He questioned, the flirtatious tone was prominent in his voice. “I-” You were interrupted, all too soon for your liking.

"Steve, (Y/N), you need to see this,“ Natasha said, what seemed to be concern and, maybe a bit of fear present in her eyes. You and Steve quickly got up, following Natasha to one of the screens that showed the camera at the front entrance. "That- That’s Scott.” You muttered, not really the best words you could have used since it was obvious that Scott was the person on that camera. He even identified himself as “Ant-Man”. But Scott Lang was believed to be dead, you had mourned for your fallen friends only to find him right in front of you again. Man, is that how Thor felt all those times Loki faked his own death?

Despite yourselves, the three of you allowed Scott into the compound, rushing to greet him at the entrance. “Scott!” You said, rather enthusiastically as you ran towards your long lost friend, pulling him into a tight hug. Scott was quick to hug back, honestly, it just seemed like he was relieved to see a familiar face. God only knows what kind of story he had to tell, as far as any of you knew he was one of the victims of The Snap. As you lead Scott to wear you and Steve had been before, you watched as he looked around frantically before he began explaining where he was, and how long he had been there. Of course, the quantum realm stuff really didn’t show you that much, you knew he was involved with that type of thing, you ended up riding with him in the back of the van to Berlin, he told you quite a bit. What surprised you was the fact that to him the past five years of your life went by in an instant, that to him he wasn’t around during the chaotic transformation of the earth. But you had no idea what he was trying to get at with his words; until it clicked that he was recommending that you try time travel.

While the idea seemed like it was impossible, the way that he was explaining it made it seem like it was possible. “So we go through with this idea. How are we ever going to find a way to do it?” You questioned, but you knew what the answer was going to be. Which is how you ended up sitting in the backseat of a car with Scott. Natasha and Steve sat in the front, as you glanced out of the window before bringing your attention back to the other people in the car. “What if Tony doesn’t want to help us?” You asked them, you knew it was probably running through the mind of everyone but Scott. “We just hope that he does, I guess,” Natasha said. “Why wouldn’t he want to?” Scott questioned, it had slipped your mind that he probably had no idea about the family, he probably didn’t even know about the wedding. “Tony has a family now, he might not want to risk losing that.” You explained, which seemed to surprise Scott but he knew how much time had passed, so there was a bit of understanding. “Oh,” Scott said, a simple response.

The drive to Tony’s home wasn’t really that long, it couldn’t have been any more than three hours in the car. You had spent most of it sleeping, truth be told if you thought that the world going back to normal was in any way possible you wouldn’t have slept on the road trip. But you didn’t, you thought that there was no changing what had happened. As you pulled into the driveway you started feeling anxious, you had no idea how Tony was going to react to what was about to be proposed to him. You were the first out of the car, and the first to walk up the porch. Truly, you were the one who had been most silent about your feelings so seeing people that you hadn’t seen in a while was something that you were more than excited about. So you were quick to pull Tony into a tight hug, Tony who easily reciprocated but couldn’t help but laugh at how eager you were to see an old friend. You had visited Tony a few times, but you spent most of the time at the Avengers compound or taking the time to go and get a report on Thor from Valkyrie.

"See, someone missed me,“ Tony said, more jokingly than anything as he pulled back from the hug, causing you to laugh a bit. "Of course I did.” You muttered, causing him to laugh a bit as well, but quietly gave you an “I missed you too”. However, you knew the light moment wouldn’t last forever, as you all made your way to Tony’s porch and began to explain to him the situation. You tuned it out because you knew what his answer was going to be, you knew he was going to say no because just about anyone that spoke to Tony after the incident knew that he was traumatized. “What about you, you haven’t said anything (Y/N).” Tony said, causing everyone’s attention to you. But you didn’t know what to say. “I… I want to get back the people we lost, but I didn’t really think you were going to say yes when we came here in the first place.” You admitted, feeling the gaze of disappointment from Scott you turned your attention to him. “I’m sorry, Scott. I want to do this, you know I do.” You said, more of as a mumble than anything.

Sooner than later, you all returned to the call before deciding you would visit with Bruce or… Hulk… whatever he was going by now. You were sat on the same side of the booth as Natasha and Steve, smushed between Steve and the window but you didn’t really mind. Truth be told, you hadn’t spoken much to Bruce since he decided to combine himself with the Hulk. You just didn’t really feel normal seeing him or speaking to him with him not being the person that you remember being friends with all those years ago. Plus, the poor guy had turned into a bit of a meme after most of the people who made them were victims of Thanos. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when kids came over asking him for a photo and being rude to Scott. You raised an eyebrow before sending a look to Scott, “I’d take a picture with you.” You muttered reassuringly before he rolled his eyes, “You have to say that, you’re my friend.” He said sarcastically, however, he was clearly fighting a smile. You could feel Steve looking at you, you turned to look at him, the amusement clear in his eyes. “Would you take a picture with me?” He asked, before you shook your head. “I have taken pictures with you, dipshit.” You muttered. Before watching the kids walk away which meant that it was back to business.

The next day you all would begin experimenting, but for the time being you all headed back to the base and allowed Bruce to figure out how he was going to make the van work, and how he was going to get it back from storage. You were sat on the couch again, however this time you didn’t have that certain feeling of self-blame and hopelessness as you flipped to an old episode of The Office on the television, this time you felt like there was a chance that you were going to be able to fix what happened. You felt the couch go down a bit beside you and looked over to be faced with Steve. “Hey.” He said, and you could tell something in his demeanor had changed too. It was obvious, everyone was in a better mood now that they felt like there was a way for an order to be restored to the world. “Hey.” You replied, a smile present on your face as you set the remote down beside you.

"Sure you don’t want to get some sleep, tomorrow could be a busy day,“ Steve said to you, his eyes locked with yours. "It could, yeah. But it’s like Christmas Eve, I don’t want to be tired or oversleep the next day, but I can’t sleep when I’m so eager.” You replied. Your attention lost on the television as you looked at Steve. “And… I think there’s a part of me that’s afraid.” His eyebrows furrowed, “Of what?” He questioned, his now completely full attention on you. “I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s going to be as easy as going back and getting the stones, Steve. It can’t be that easy, there has to be something… something that makes it difficult.” You explained, and he seemed to understand what you were saying. His hand quickly found yours, and you responded easily, intertwining your fingers with his. “Whatever happens, we’ll do it together. Okay?” He asked, and you nodded. “We will, always.” He nodded before a line from the show caught your attention and caused you to snort. You decided to just pay attention to the television, your head rested on Steve’s shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other hand holding yours, somewhat reassuringly but mostly absentmindedly. You fell asleep shortly after, and Steve didn’t want to wake you so in waiting for you to wake up, he fell asleep as well. It was Natasha who came in hours later and found you essentially laying on top of Steve and turned off the television and light. She also grabbed a pillow and blanket and placed the pillow under Steve’s head and the blanket on top of you.

When you woke the next morning, you noticed that someone moving below you was what caused you to wake up. Your eyes quickly opened to find Steve also waking up, and seemingly being just as confused as you were before remembering what happened. “Morning.” You muttered, not even wanting to know how bad you looked, and judging by Steve’s frazzled hair you probably weren’t looking too good. “Morning.” You said in response. You slowly started to get up, not really knowing how you were supposed to climb off of him on the small couch. “We don’t have to get up its sunrise-” He started before you raised an eyebrow. “Steve we’re not even in a bed, do you really wanna lay on the couch all morning?” You questioned, about halfway through the process before he sighed in defeat and allowed you to stand, following suit. “I’ll see you in a little bit.” You told him, before wandering back to your room to get showered and dressed for the day.

The beginning of the day was slow, between you being so nervous and shaky that you almost fell down in the shower, and you dropping a pan of scrambled eggs on the floor, it was also a mess. you had opted to wear a pair of black jeans, because black looks good with everything, a black t-shirt, that Tony was quick to point out was his and had no idea how you even had it, and a pair of black boots, because your only other shoes were blue and wouldn’t have matched. However, the slow morning had turned into an eventful day since not only had you figured out time travel, in some capacity, but Tony had come and decided he wanted to help after all, which was, of course, going to lead to spending a day and a half figuring out time travel and the plan before executing it.

That night, you were back on the couch again. However, unlike the previous night, you weren’t just accompanied by Steve, but also Natasha and Tony. Bruce had gone off with Rocket to get Thor, so he wasn’t going to be there for the night. You were sat in between Steve and Tony, Natasha was fast asleep on her favorite chair, and you were watching one of Tony’s favorite movies. “How’s my shirt.” teased Tony, causing you to let out a groan. “For God’s sake, I didn’t know it was yours okay.” You said, exasperation clear in your voice causing him to chuckle. It’s fine, you look good in it.“ He said, before continuing to pay attention to the television. Your eyes wandered to Steve, who also seemed rather entranced in the movie but broke his attention to it to look back at you. You wanted to ask him if he’d let you stay in his room for the night, because you really didn’t want to be alone, but you knew that Tony would either tease you relentlessly about it or, if Steve said no, would offer to let you stay with him since ever since he had Morgan he had really took it upon himself to treat most women in his life like his daughter, which you didn’t really mind. And you wouldn’t really mind the offer to sleep there, since you really did want the company, but you also wanted to spend time with Steve.

Once the movie was over, Tony went to bed, and Natasha had woken up from his footsteps and followed suit. Leaving you with Steve. "You seemed to have something on your mind, what was it?” He asked you, clearly referring to how strange you had been acting for the last few hours. “I don’t… uh… want to sleep alone can I stay in your room?” You asked him, clearly nervous. “If-If not Tony or Natasha will probably let me-” Steve cut you off, “Yes, you can stay in my room.” He said, before turning off the television and light and leading you to his room. You followed Steve and sat down on the bed, and he handed you one of his button downs so you wouldn’t have to sleep in your own clothing. He went to undress in his bathroom and you put his shirt on and neatly folded your discarded clothes, placing them on a dresser and going to sit on the bed with him. As he turned the light off and joined you in the bed, it wasn’t awkward like either of you had expected it to be. You laid apart for a little while before you rested your head on his chest, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. It seemed like both of you were comforted by not being alone.

"We’ll be okay, we all will.“ Steve said, but he didn’t really seem like he believed it. No one was positive that everything was going to turn out, you didn’t even have a plan yet about what you wanted to do in order to get the stones besides going back in time. "I hope so.” You said, before falling asleep with him. The next morning was the day that truthfully no one was prepared for. You got up, putting on your black jeans, shoes and shirt from yesterday. You knew Steve wouldn’t be awake for a little bit but you wanted to make sure that you got some spare clothes to change into. Which is how you ended up barging into Tony’s room at four in the morning. “(Y/N)? What are you… Do you need something?” He questioned, “Yeah, taking another shirt.” You said before grabbing the one you remembered him wearing when you first met, the Black Sabbath shirt. “Really? That’s why you’re in my room at four in the morning? I could sleep naked-” “I can’t see your body, Tony, you’re wearing blankets.” You said, before walking back to the door. “Thank you, goodnight.” You said before you snuck back into the room with Steve, or tried to, he was awake. “Where-” “I robbed Tony.” You muttered, “Wanna go back to sleep?” You asked him, taking your shoes off before he shook his head. “No… If this does go wrong like you think it does I want to be awake for as long as I can be.” He said, sleep still clear in his voice. You sat next to him and snorted, “Aren’t you a little ray of sunshine in the morning.” You joked before he laughed a bit, “I’m not the one who decided to rob Tony.” He replied. “Fair point.” You said before setting the shirt you took down and looking over at Steve.

"The other day you asked me about our relationship, we never finished that conversation.“ Steve said, breaking the silence. Your face turned bright red as you recalled that. "Yeah, I remember.” You said to him, your eyes not leaving his. “Well Steve, how do you want to define our relationship?” You asked him, repeating the question that he had asked you after you started that conversation. Steve seemed to be at a loss for words, like he knew what he wanted but he didn’t know how he was supposed to say it. His hand slowly moved to hold your cheek, before he started leaning in. It was like your world has slowed down as you started leaning too, your hand going to rest on top of the one he had placed on your cheek before your lips met. The kiss was soft at first, before it became more passionate as the unspoken feelings started pouring out into it. his hand moved to your hip and yours to his hair as he leaded back and started laying down, you following before you were sitting on top of his hips. You both pulled back for air, panting rather heavily. “D-Do you want-”“We could die today Steve, yes, I want to.” You said, which caused him to nod, a smile covering his lips as he flipped you both over, his finger going to the button on your jeans.

After quite the start to your morning, you and Steve took a shower and got dressed, before joining the rest of the team for breakfast. Thor should be arriving within a few hours, so you were all mostly just waiting for his arrival. You sat next to Steve at the small table that was arranged for you all to eat at, before Tony sat right next to you, a playful glare on his face. “Hey there, little robber.” Tony said, a grin on his face as as he sat next to her, eyeing his own shirt that was clearly present on her body. “I like your clothes, they’re expensive.” She muttered, fighting a smile that was trying to inch it’s way onto her face. This caused Tony to laugh and shake his head before offering her a plate of breakfast, and asking if Steve wanted one too.

A few hours later and they were all in a small room, sitting together while they discussed the possible ways that they could go about getting all of the infinity stones. You tried to talk to Thor, he had spent so many years closed off from everyone including you that just catching up would have been nice, however he had been through so much so anything that wasn’t sleeping or drinking just seemed to be something that he was opposed to. So you spent most of your time with Steve, not like you were complaining since you loved Steve, but you still would have liked to catch up with Thor. But, soon enough the plan was set, and you had all decided that you would begin. You were horrified to say the least, Vormir seemed like a horrible place but you were glad you were going with Steve. He was closest to you, and you had promised to do everything that was able to happen together, no matter how dangerous it may be.

So, as you made your way to the place where you would be time traveling, you were all in your new Team Suits. You were all nervous, that was clear, but everyone tried to put on a brave face. You didn’t know if you would ever see your friends again, so you made sure to say goodbye to all of them. Thor wasn’t thinking straight, but hugging him still felt natural as though some part of your old friend was going to come back out again. Natasha, who you had spent the past 5 years being incredibly close with, was going with Tony, Bruce, Clint and Scott back to New York, you knew she would be safe. You hugged her, and really had a hard time hugging Bruce, but tried your best. Tony was one of the hardest people to say goodbye to, because you were sure you’d see him in a few moments but you were still horrified that something bad was going to happen. So, as you pulled him into a hug it obviously meant something. “You know, all of that shit with Sokovia, that fighting I- There’s not one day I don’t regret hurting you.” You told him, pulling back to make eye contact, to which he nodded. “I know, (Y/N)… why are you telling me this? Don’t you dare plan on dying on me.” He said, trying to make it seem sarcastic but you knew he meant it, he wanted you to come back alive. “I’ll do my best, I just… Nebula called it a Dominon of Death, Tony. If I die, I want you to know that I’m sorry for fighting you. We were friends, I let you down.” You said, guilt clear in your voice. “It was years ago, we all let each other down. It’ll be okay.” He told you, trying to comfort you but also trying to comfort himself. Tony pulled you into another hug, placing a reassuring kiss on your cheek before leading you back to Steve, where you all met.

As you sat on the ship, you were more than nervous. “You know, if you’re this scared we can switch jobs.” Nebula told you, noting how your hands were shaking but you shook your head. “I agreed to do this, you’re the one that knows the most about Morag out of the four of us. It’ll be okay.” You told her, reiterating what Tony had told you moments earlier as you faced Steve. He took a hold of your hand, trying to stop the shaking. “So you two uh…” Rhodey dragged out his word, not really knowing how to say it without making it sound strange. “Oh my god, why Rhodey?” You asked, snorting and looking back at him. “What, you didn’t say I was wrong.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “Maybe you aren’t.” You said, a grin covering your face as you glanced back to Steve who’s cheeks were beat red, but he knew Rhodey was just trying to calm you down.

Finally, you arrived on Vormir, and you felt like you made the wrong choice in destinations. Vormir was beautiful, it was colorful and it looked like sunrise never ended there. However, it was dark, and it was cold, and you knew that it wasn’t exactly a place that you wanted to be on forever. Steve placed an arm around your shoulder, it was his way of comforting you, but also because both of you were still cold in your suits. You made your way to the top of the hill, but you saw nothing. Before a man in a cape appeared. “Captain Rogers?” Asked the man, know revealing himself to have a red face, he seemed like he was floating. “Schmidt? I thought you were dead.” He said, his face tensing as he looked at him. “When I held the Tesseract, it rejected me, and sent me through dimensions before I reached Vormir. I was sent here to be a stonekeeper, to guard the Soul Stone until someone else comes to retrieve it. "How do I know this is real?” He asked him. You didn’t say anything, You didn’t know this man, but it seemed that Steve did. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), daughter for (Y/F/N) and (Y/M/N)” He said, and he had no real way of knowing that. “H-How did you know that? That’s classified information, no one knows that.” You said, but you knew he had to be telling the truth. Which is why his next few sentences haunted you. “Because I’m a stonekeeper, I know everything of everyone who approaches to get the stone. And many have, however none have succeeded.” Steve’s brows furrowed, “Why not?” He questioned, his grip around you tightening as your hands started shaking again. “Because to get the Soul Stone, you have to trade a soul.”

Silence. As you processed what he said, it was like the word descended into silence. “One of us has to die?” You asked him, as he continued floating he led you to what was clear to you now was a cliff. “Yes, Ms. (Y/L/N), one of you needs to trade your soul.” Your heart sunk, you needed the stone. Whatever it takes. You knew Steve would run for it, and you were right. “Then it has to be me.” He said, but before he got very far you jumped on him. It didn’t do much, however you shocked him enough that you knocked him over, “No, Steve.” You told him. You got off of him and started running, but he threw his new shield in your way. You stopped, turning to face him, tearing running down your face, your lip quivering. And you could tell he was no better. You needed to say goodbye. You ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all that you could, and he returned it. “I lo-love you, more than anything.” You told him, your words stuttered do to the crying. “I love you too, more than anything. More than you know.” He told you, you kissed him again. But while he was distracted you made a run for it. About to dive off of the cliff before he put his shield directly in your way. Lodging it safely in the cliff below where you were about to fall off as his hand grasped yours.

You were losing grip on the cliff, he was losing grip on you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You said, trying not to sob. “Steve, I love you, I always have and I wish we had more time but- we have to do whatever it takes. We need to bring-bring them back.” He shook his head, his firm grasp on your hand stopping you from falling, but you both knew there was no way to bring you back up without you trying to come back up yourself. “You promised Tony, I heard you.” “I told him I’d try, and I did Steve. but the world needs you.” “The world needs you too-” “Steve I- You’re a symbol of hope and you always has been. You were given more time on Earth because you needed it, because the future needed you. You need to let me go, I’ll never forgive myself if you die. Just- tell Tony that he’s my best friend, that I love him, and that I’m sorry. Please.” You said, pleading as your grip on Steve’s hand loosened. “Please, please I need you.” Steve begged, he was sobbing now. “It’s okay Steve, it’ll be okay.” You told him, trying your best to smile. Because you wanted him to know that it was your choice, that it would be okay. “I love you.” He said one last time, before he let you go. You kicked off the cliff as best as you could so you wouldn’t knock the shield down, thankfully he was able to grab it in time that it didn’t go with you. And as he looked down at you, realizing that you were actually gone, he was sent into water.

Steve looked around him, sobs coming out of his lips as he looked down and saw the stone, he was then sent back to his time. Everyone was there, everyone besides her and Nebula. Everyone was happy, before they realized that someone was missing. “Steve, where’s (Y/N)?” Tony asked, his eyes going wide as he started looking around, but he then saw the look on Steve’s face, the loss and devastation, the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Steve?” He asked again, and he shook his head. “S-She sacrificed herself for the stone. I tried to stop her.” He said, his words broken and shaky as he met Tony’s eyes, his own still streaming with tears as Tony tried to hold himself together as well. The others realizing what had happened slowly, realizing that you were gone. “She told me to tell you that you’re her best friend, that she loves you, and that she’s sorry.” He repeated, his eyes faltering to the ground. You were gone, Steve’s sole motivation was to avenge you. Because that’s what the group was, The Avengers, and he knew they would Avenge in your honor.

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