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cinebration · 3 years

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My Dear Soothsayer (Loki x Reader) [Request]

thor ragnarok era drabble where reader is part of the grandmaster's court. she has a special gift where she can tell when people are lying, so she makes a game out of talking to loki since he's always twisting his words. it drives him crazy at first, but then he finds different ways to admit his feelings for her to see how long it takes for her to figure it out. just lots of fluff with good ole banter. — Requested by anon

This didn’t come out how I wanted, but oh well.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: MCUFAM

When Loki first appeared in the Grandmaster’s court, dragged in by the Grandmaster’s scrappers to your feet, the Grandmaster asked you if the silver-tongued devil was lying.

You told him no.

This carried on for several days, with the Grandmaster asking you if you sensed Loki was lying—always within the trickster’s hearing.

Each time you said no.

Each time, you saw the twinkle in Loki’s eye and the upturned curve of his lips as he suppressed a faint smirk.

You had him right where you wanted him.

By the end of the first week, Loki had secured himself a position in the Grandmaster’s entourage. The party that night raged long and chaotically into the morning hours.

It was then you pounced, cornering the trickster in the hallway.

“Silver-tongue,” you called.

He stiffened, spinning sharply to face you. A condescending smile pulled at his lips. “I didn’t realize we had progressed to name calling.”

You matched his smile with a viperine one. “I merely speak the truth.”

“The truth is malleable.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

A faint crease appeared in his brow. “Did the Grandmaster send you?”

“No.”

He swept his gaze over you. “You sent yourself?”

You laughed and leaned forward into his personal space. “I did. You see, I have some use for you.”

His eyebrows arched, lips curving. “Oh?”

“Yes. You see, I am desperate for an escape from this place, as you are, I suspect. You’re going to help me.”

Loki’s gaze sharpened as he laughed. “I’m not the helpful sort.”

“The Grandmaster,” you continued, meeting his stare, “will continue to believe me when I lie to him about your honesty, but only so long as I decide to keep it that way.”

The smile fell from his face.

“Yes, I know you’ve been lying the whole time.”

“I…have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Clucking your tongue, you stepped away from him. “I suppose you’re not the kind of man I need. I’ll inform the Grandmaster accordingly.”

You made it a few feet when Loki called out, “Wait!”

You smiled. He was right where you wanted indeed.

“How does this work, then?” Loki asked the second night after the party.

“Well,” you mumbled, picking at the food on your plate, “I will deliver to you information as to how to escape.”

“I don’t believe you would be so magnanimous.”

“Obviously I would be going with you.”

“Ah.”

You could sense him forming the lie before it spilled past his lips.

“I make a most agreeable partner.”

“Clearly, when you are partnered only with yourself.”

He chuckled. “That is no partnership.”

“Then why am I speaking to a copy of you and not your actual self?”

The frown slashed his face so completely you laughed. The illusion vanished before your eyes, and the real Loki emerged from behind an archway, glowering.

“You see, there needn’t be any trust between us,” you informed him when you regained your composure, “because I always know when you’re lying, and you always know I can’t be lied to.”

“How unfair.”

“You have your magic tricks, and I have mine. If anything, that makes it fairer.”

Loki leaned against the archway, arms folded across his chest, and sized you up afresh. You could see his mind working, his eyes hard with deep thought.

“So,” you said, pushing yourself away from the table, “do you have anything more to say?”

“Such as?”

“Perhaps, ‘Thank you for choosing me to escape with, else I may be trapped here forever.’”

“We haven’t succeeded yet. Or tried, for that matter.”

You nodded. “Ah, well, it was worth a shot.”

You moved past him, intending to leave, but his hand circled around your bicep, forcing you to look at him. He searched your face intently, brow furrowed again.

“I see you dislike me.”

“I’m not in the habit of liking the people who place chains on me.”

“Perhaps you should get better at avoiding those chains.” Tugging your arm away, you sauntered off, unaware of the shift in Loki’s expression.

The following week, you managed to pry Loki away from the Grandmaster. The former had been doing much to please the latter, enough to make you nervous. Serving you up to the Grandmaster would surely earn Loki the kind of trust he needed to earn himself a permanent position beside the Grandmaster.

“Is it now?” Loki asked.

“No, of course not. I haven’t told you anything of the plan.”

“Yes, about that—”

“Not now.”

You led him into another room in the grand palace and locked the door behind you before relaxing a fraction. The gladiator match wasn’t scheduled for another hour, so you had time to spare.

“I must say,” Loki purred, circling around the room, “no one has ever managed to keep me trapped for long.”

“But they still trapped you all the same.”

A cloud passed over his face. He met your gaze across the room. “Some traps are worth walking into.”

Your senses tickled, but it wasn’t because he was lying. Frowning, you watched him wander around the room, seemingly aimless. You knew, however, that nothing he did was uncalculated.

“So, the plan,” he prompted.

“It’s a matter of timing.”

“Isn’t it always?”

You matched his bared teeth with your own. “Besides, why would I tell you the plan just so you can run off without me?”

“You overestimate me.”

The laugh burst out of you. “I believe no amount of overestimation can truly scratch the surface of what you’re capable of.”

Loki’s sharp smile pulled at his lips. “Are you so desperate to scratch under my surface?”

Snorting, you ignored the bells chiming quietly in the back of your mind and redirected the conversation. “I hear you’re scheduled to fly with the Grandmaster on his pleasure ship.”

The mischief in Loki’s eyes glimmered. “Envious?”

“Hardly.”

“Then why do you mention it?”

“Because it may behoove you to pay particular attention to its security protocols.”

Loki paused, searched your expression. “Ah, this wouldn’t perhaps be related to your enigmatic plan?”

“Who’s to say it isn’t a misdirection to keep you occupied?”

“Ooo, am I boring entertainment?”

“You misunderstand what entertains me about you.”

Pushing away from the table in the center of the room, Loki sauntered over to you. “Oh, I think I know exactly what entertains you. My silver tongue.”

An unexpected shiver ran down your spine. Keeping your composure, you countered, trying to ignore how close he had drawn near you, “Insofar as I can use it.”

“Use it any way you like, my dear.”

Leaning forward, you felt his breath brush your lips. “Yes…I do believe it would look good mounted on my wall.”

You pulled back as he smirked, his eyes sharp with amusement.

“Tell me, soothsayer,” he purred, “how long have you been lying to the Grandmaster?”

“Longer than you, and better by far.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps you should offer to teach me, seeing as we are partners.”

“‘Partners’ implies equality.”

“Am I not your equal?”

“If you were, we would be gone from here.”

“Perhaps I’m not so keen on parting ways just yet.”

You frowned. “Why? Simply because you have the Grandmaster’s favor?”

“I was speaking more along the lines of the perks that favor brings me.”

“They won’t last.”

It was his turn to frown. “Well, I’d like to make them last as long as possible.”

His stare unsettled your stomach. Stepping away from him, you made for the door. “Keep your eyes open and your memory sharp,” you informed him.

“As you command, my dear soothsayer.”

Fighting the unusual feeling rising up within you, you fled the room.

Loki’s adopted brother ruined everything. You watched the plan fall apart as Thor wreaked havoc in Sakaar, as Loki raced against Scrapper 142 to locate his brother. When they stormed through the Grandmaster’s building to reach the ship hanger, you raced up to intercept them, hoping you wouldn’t find the hanger empty of the one ship you had wanted for your escape.

What you found, to your surprise, was Loki writhing on the floor, one of the electric modules the Grandmaster employed set to the highest setting on him. Getting rid of it, you waited for Loki to still, the color in his cheeks returning to normal as he stared up into your face.

“Your silver tongue failed you this time,” you couldn’t help quipping.

“It seems my brother had grown wise to my tricks,” he grumbled.

Helping him to his feet, you pointed at the ship some of the prisoners were boarding. “It wasn’t my plan, but it still works.”

As you both crossed the hanger bay to the ship, you felt Loki’s gaze on you. “What?”

“I didn’t intend to leave on my own.”

He wasn’t lying, to your surprise. “But you turned on your brother.”

“He was never part of the plan.”

You blinked, slowing to a stop. “What plan?”

“Are we or are we not partners?”

A slow-dawning realization spread through you. Quirking your lips, you countered, “That implies we are equal.”

“I do believe you have the upper hand, my soothsayer—for now.”

Laughing, you helped him across the gangway, thanking the universe for having delivered a silver-tongued devil to you.

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womenofwonder · 3 years

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RWBY characters races for AUs set in our world.

How I’m going to do this: three things. The first, the city they live in Remnant. This is the least important because that leaves us with only five…maybe six places compared to our world’s hundreds of countries.

The second will be the original of their names, which they’ll have to keep in the AUs, meaning that they need some culture background for them.

The third will be their fairy tale origins.

So to start, Ruby Rose:

She lives in Vale, which is similar to France (I’ll explain why in another post maybe), but technically grew up in patch, a small island off the coast of Vale. I have no idea about Patch’s culture as we hardly ever see it, so I’m going to skip this one. We also don’t know if either Summer or Taiyang was originally from Vale.

We know Taiyang is Chinese from his name, so I’m going to say she’s half Chinese. I also wrote a western au once and really love the idea of Taiyang being an Asian Redneck…so I think I’m going to say Ruby is very, very southern just because that would be adorable.

But if you don’t want that idea I generally see Taiyang being either Asian-American or Asian-French, or Asian-British if your doing a HP AU. Summer is harder to pin down, but Red Riding Hood was originally an Italian fable, so I’m going to have her be Italian or Italian-American.

Weiss:

Weiss is German, although making her simply white America/British would work. I could see her being Russian too in some AU because Atlas fits well as Russia. For American works, Pennsylvania has quite the German population and coal mines, so that works pretty well for her.

Blake is really complicated. From Remment Australia which is culturally SEA (south East Asian), has an English name but parents with a Hindu-inspired names, but neither looking vaguely Indian. I’m going to assume her family are immigrants (as they are in cannon I think) to Australia, maybe even changed their name to help them fit in. Immigrants from where? Well, India is an option, but I like to think Malaysia. They have a large Indian and Chinese population, and I like to think Blake is a mixture of Chinese, Malay, and Indian ethnicities, from Malaysia and immigrated to Australia. And if you think this is crazy or unrealistic, you haven’t seen anything yet. The sheer mix of cultures I’ve seen growing up as an ex-pat is insane. This isn’t too crazy.

For Yang, we already have Taiyang as an Asian red-neck. Or at least I do. Raven and Qrow are going to be a little harder to pin down, but I’m think bandits getting replaced by mafia. Which mafia? I don’t know, take you’re pick. Branwen is Welsh, but I can’t think of a Welsh mafia. Coming from Mistral I would see them as being Triad, not Yakuza because Raven’s gang is famous for being less than coordinated.

If you need a logical reason for Yang having blonde hair, Taiyang could be only half Chinese, half blonde (blonde is race right?).

Either way I see Raven operating in an American city like New York or Detroit.

This would mean Yang is fully Chinese ethnically.

JNPR:

Jaune’s name and inspiration are all French. However his mother does come from Mistral (I think), so I do see him being half Chinese, but nationally French. It’s also funny to imagine him with a French accent.

Pyrrha: she’s Greek or maybe Greek-American with her parents being recent immigrants. Argus seems to Remnent-Greece and her name and fairy tale are greek.

Nora: she should be Scandinavian. I feel like in a MCU AU she’s Thor’s daughter. But she also grew up as a street rat in Mistral, which is hard to fit in our world. Therefore I’m going to have her in America, the great melting pot (and also America seems to be more like Mistral than any other Remnent king with our state system), and she going to ethically Scandinavian but knowing nothing of her culture due to her upbringing.

Ren: obviously Chinese, but I might have him be American-Chinese to fit his story nicely in with Nora’s.

Others:

Coco: we’re all ignoring that she’s based off Coco Channel, so let’s make her a LA girl

Velvet: Australia, because of the accent. Or maybe English because that is her story origin

Fox: he’s difficult, because tribes are pretty rare in modern AUs. But his story could work for various things. He’s one of the few black characters so he could come from practically any African tribe (I’m currently going with Hausa because it’s one of the few I know anything about). His name is based off ‘the fox and the hound’ which is a rare American story, so he could also be from a Native American tribe if you want the AU to be more American-based.

Yatsuhashi: Japanese, this one is thankfully easy.

Sun: Chinese. He comes from a tribe as well, but I can’t think of any nomadic Chinese tribes except the Uyghurs. Making Sun a Uyghur doesn’t make much sense but it will serve to piss off certain people on the internet. And now this is going to be taken down, isn’t it? Oh wait, this is tumbrl. This is anarchy. It won’t. Forgot why I liked this place for a second.

Scarlet: sorry for the rambling there. Anyway, Scarlet is definitely English. “I hope I don’t get sand in my shoes.”

Sage: well, he’s black, but other then that we have nothing to go one. He’s also from Mistral but that doesn’t really work? If Mistral is America as well as China I guess we can make him African American. Or whatever else works best for the AU. He might be Indian too now that I think of it. Or even Maori. Really options are limitless here.

Neptune: Yeah, so probably just American, but does have both a French last name and an Italian first name. So probably ethically American (aka white mutt). Also he lives near a port, I think I’m gonna gone with him being from Tacoma Washington because I am.

Flynt: African American

Neon: Japanese-American because of her meme (it started as part of Japanese pop song on YouTube, the latter of which is America summed up in one invention)

Oscar: Hispanic-American, he just looks it. And I’m guessing he lives in Kansas for obvious reasons. His last name isn’t Hispanic but their could be a lot of reasons for that. Or he could be Native American (Pawnee, Cheyenne, and Osage are all Native American tribes in Kansas).

Penny: well if she’s still a robot she probably stays white, but if you want her human in this AU she might end up being half black as Pietro is, although she also could just be adopted. I guess the later makes more sense, huh? I figure she’s American, with her dad working with a ‘well meaning’ but ultimately corrupt government. Probably living in DC, as that has both the government and the poverty issues.

Emerald: oohh, boy. This is hard. Sustrai is Basque, and Aladdin is a French addition to an Arabian story, she herself is dark skinned with anime features that are super unhelpful for this sorta thing.

I have three ideas. Brazilian, mostly as there’s no South American themed RWBY characters I can think of, and it’s diverse enough that someone looking like Emerald would fit. Secondly, for American centered stories she’s just an orphan with no idea of her ethnicity. Or she could be African, Indian, Pacific Islander, or Hispanic or some mixture between those four. It’s honestly really hard to tell. In my fanfic she’s from Suriname and ethnically 1/4 Indian, 1/2 Creole, and 1/4 Javanese.

Ilia: Sioux (Native American). Ilia means a lot of things in a lot of different languages, and Amitola mean rainbow in Sioux, so I decided to just stick with that.

Mercury: American, white mutt American. I’m guessing New York or Philli for where he grew up, it seems like a place where he’d be comfortable

Neo: the new novel reveals her father lived in vale (btw I haven’t read it, I’m just getting this off the internet) and her mother was a assassin who’s origins aren’t known. She doesn’t really have a fairy tale. So I’m going to go with British or French (thank RWBY thoughts for the first one) although in an American AU she works as just a white American.

Robyn: depends on what Atlas is in this AU, but probably German or American.

Qrow: I already mentioned he’s probably Chinese due to being from Mistral. It’s a bit weird to think of him as Asian, but not as weird as it to think of Raven as white, so I’ll take it. Although I do like the idea of him being American Irish, that’s fun.

Winter: whatever Atlas is in this AU, German or American, although British and Russian would work well too.

Maria: Mexican

Salem: If you want a AU where she’s just a normal person then New England or Italian for her story origin

Watts: British

Tyrian: uh…I have no idea, but he looks white. And he kinda has a British accent? I want him to be southern for the accent tho. Probably just another crazy American

Cinder: her fairy tale is French but her origin is Chinese. Also, Cinderella doesn’t really have an origin, it’s an ancient story with every culture having at least one Cinderella story. So I’m going to say Chinese.

Hazel: American, from the Midwest. He’s darkish so maybe he’s a POC? Part Native American or Hispanic? Idk or really care I can’t stand Hazel

Roman Torchwick: American-Italian, he runs/works for the mafia

Ozpin: American because of the whole wizard-of-Oz-thing or French, because he seems to have come from Vale.

Glynda: American or French for the same reasons Ozpin is

Oobleck: Jewish American (because Dr. Seuss was)

Professor Port: Russian, due to his fairy tale, or English, due to his style

Taiyang: already said he’s a red-neck Asian.

Raven: depending on whether you want her to be white or not, either Chinese or Irish American, like I already said.

Cordovin: Karen

Ironwood: again, depends on Atlas in the AU. Either American or German…maybe Russian

Clover: Irish-American (or German, obviously the ace-ops depend on where Atlas is. I’m just going to do the rest of them assuming Atlas is American because Germany isn’t that diverse)

Harriet: African-American, I guess. It kinda messes with the story because Harriet is supposed to be privileged, which doesn’t really work in this AU, but she’s also obviously black.

Elm: Just normal American, maybe greek-American because of the Aesop fable themes

Vine: Tibetan based on his design

Marrow: either African-American or Pakistani/Indian-American. (I’m personally going for Pakistani)

Klein: english. All butlers are English. It’s a rule.

Pietro: African-American

Johanna: Pakistani or Indian American

Fiona: Jewish-American (kinda random but while she’s obviously white she also needs to be a minority for the Faunus thing to work)

May: normal upper glass American/German

Ghira: Half Malay, Half Indian, from Malaysia but immigrated to Australia later in life

Kali: half Chinese, half Indian, but also from Malaysia

Adam: much like Fiona I’m going to assume he’s Jewish due to him being white but still needing to be a minority. German or American, again, depending on where Atlas is. Or he could be Chinese, even though it doesn’t work with his name, due to the theory that he was trafficked much like Cinder. I’m going with ethically Jewish though

Sienna Khan: Indian

Huh, I actually finished that. I’m pretty sure I was accidentally racist multiple times and apologize in advance,

I’m exhausted and starving and not thinking straight. But anyway, here it is. Your very messy guide to modern RWBY AUs. I swear this was insane to sort out.

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warrioreowynofrohan · 3 years

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Think I’ll review some more MCU movies.

Review - Thor

Thor is, in its essence, three different movies, and the good parts of it don’t fit tigether very well. The parts are:

1) An epic drama about Thor, God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard, learning from his mistakes, falling in love, and growing into the hero he’s meant to be. This part doesn’t land. Most of the dramatic scenes feel overblown and artifical; the romance is too new and too shallow to have the weight the plot tries to give it; there’s too much exposition.

2) A fish-out-of-water comedy about Thor on Earth. This works a good deal better and plays to Hemsworth’s strengths as a conedic actor (so ething the franchise decided to pick up and run with in Thor 3, after their second attempt at epic drama in Thor 2 turned out badly). “Another!” and the pet store scene were highlights of the movie for me. It’s also why Darcy is absolute gold.

3) The Tragedy of Loki Laufeyson, which is also good, and probably the most compelling part of the movie for me. I think Loki’s motivations and actions throughout the film are coherent - not necessarily rational, but coherent - and create a compelling character arc.

At first, he just wants to make trouble and stall Thor’s elevation for the present (and commits treason in order to do so); he quite clearly baits him into attacking Jotunheim out of the desire to get him into trouble, but the look on his face when Thir is exiled to Earth suggests he didn’t expect Odin’s reaction to be quite that dramatic. After that, what he wants above all is to take the opportunity provided by Thor’s absence to prove himself to his father. (I always thought the line “Only one of you can rule Asgard, but both of you were born to be kings” expressed - rather clearly - that Odin’s hope had been that Loki would eventually succeed to the rule of Jotunheim, enabling the two kingdoms to live in peace; but that’s clearly not how Loki took it.) His betrayal of Laufey is one of the great moments of the movie because, on your first viewing, you genuinely don’t know which side he’s on; I think I cheered out loud at “And you were killed by the son of Odin.”

Loki’s problems come with events on Earth. First, he decides to stick the knife in and twist it by telling Thor that Frigga is dead, trying to make even more sure that Thor won’t attempt or be able to return. Now that he has his chance, he’s not at all willing to risk a rival, and that overwhelms any affection he has for his brother.This is not really necessary, and it’s the seed of everything that goes wrong for Loki through the rest of the movie.

He can’t let the Warrior Three go to Earth because - even if Thor can’t return - if they come back and recount that he lied to Thor about Frigga’s death, it will make him look bad. Then they go anyway and find Thor, and he can’t think of anything else to do but try to kill them. They they and Thor survive, and defeat the Destroyer, and return to Asgard…

…And now it’s all going to come out, that he attempted to kill them, so now he has to do something really big to prove himself to Asgard, bigger than before, something to make his loyalty unquestionable - so he decides to destroy Jotunheim. Which isn’t, obviously, something that either Thor or Odin want. And Loki’s spent the latter part of the movie running around frantically burning bridges in an attempt to earn the familial love that he already had.

That - not Loki being some mistreated little woobie - is the tragedy to me. (And I think it’s what the first episode of the Loki show has him finally figure out.) It’s not the source of his evil actions - the fact that he considers vast numbers of people outside his immediate family, and sometimes within it, to be acceptable casualties in his capaign for validation is the root problem - but it’s the motivation.

#mcu #mcu thor #thor #loki #thor movies #movie review #character analysis #loki series

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thebladeblaster · 3 years

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What if SMT4 was in the Marvel Cinematic Universe au?

I know it’s a weird idea but I couldn’t get it out of my head and wrote the basic gist of it since I never think I’ll actually have the time to write this especially with college.

The SMT4 movies:

(Precedes Avengers) Phase 1

The Cobalt Samurai-Basically the events of the first part of the game all the way up till them seeing the Underground which instead of Tokyo is New York in the MCU. Most of the superfluous side quests are shown through montage (Ex. The side quests that are a part of the challenges Navarre gives them.). At the movies midpoint the events of Kiccigiori village would transpire. The events of Kiccigiori are expanded on and a big chuck of the movie. Flynn is given more of a character before the events of Kiccigiori he feels a bit homesick and thinks of what he left behind. We see what actually happens to Flynn’s parents in the movie rather than it being left ambiguous like the game. For the first time the others see a strange flicker of gold in Flynn’s eyes which becomes clearer and continues throughout the movies. The finale is the Minotaur fight and then them gazing upon New York.

(The beginning takes place before Avengers but the middle and latter parts are mostly after the Avengers) Phase 2

The Cobalt Samurai: The Black Samurai- They leave the sky tower which disappears behind them seemingly leaving them trapped in New York. They continue the journey while they are pursued by a Hydra agent named Medusa. Nozomi first appears in this movie and helps them adjust to life on Earth. Nanashi and Asahi have a cameo. We also hear about gods starting to return. The movie is road trip esk. On their way to find the Black Samurai they run into familiar faces like Xi Wangmu,

the Ring of Gaea, and even have a brush in with the Avengers. The Avengers being led by the Hydra controlled Shield are told that they are planning to destroy Earth and must be stopped. This is the movie’s climax afterwards Lillith is captured and they bring her back to Mikado. Sister Gabby uses her powers to allow them to return. The movie ends with them learning of her returning to life after being executed.

In between movies

After Flynn and Isabeau leave in Civil War they go around helping people across Earth. Isabeau notices a strange golden light flickering in Flynn’s eyes as he starts to gain people’s hopes. His perspective on things starts to change and he starts thinking of the people of Earth more and growing attached to them. He was so focused on the Black Samurai before he had mostly ignored everything else. Without her he’s finally letting himself be enthralled with Earth’s splendor. They actually meet Nanashi and Asahi who are just kids right now.

(Takes place in alongside Infinity War) Phase 3

The Cobalt Samurai: Divided We Fall- After Flynn, Jonathan and Walter get sucked into the reactor they end up traveling to 2 parallel New York’s one of chaos and law. The law one is a dystopia not unlike 1984. The chaos one is marvel zombies. In the alternate worlds they meet alternate versions of the Avengers and fight Lucifer and Merkabah in their respective worlds. After their defeat Jonathan and Walter start to feel strange before they are sucked into the world of the white. The white try to drive Flynn into despair by revealing everything to him and that no matter what choices he makes the world will suffer and he will die. He is nearly taken over before Jonathan and Walter snap him out of it, surprising the white that they are here when they weren’t in the other worlds. They are more surprised when the ghost of Navarre becomes visible and gives Flynn his support. Jonathan and Walter with Lucifer and Merkabah’s powers will Isabeau into being transported to the white realm who also knocks some sense into Flynn. Flynn’s fellows declare that they’ll stay by him and defeat their fates together. Hope starts to overflow within him and Masakado’s katana materializes in his hands simply called “The Godslayer Sword”. Together they all defeat the white and the movie ends with the samurai returning to a post-Infinity War Mikado.

The movies that are altered:

(In Iron Man 2 their presence is mentioned in the movie as the supposed “Angels from the Heavens”.)

Thor-Their is an extra scene with Odin talking to Matrieya and telling him that he is no longer a part of the Divine Powers. Thor overhears this and questions Odin who refuses to elaborate. Matrieya offers Thor to join them and Odin drives him away.

(They are not present but are referenced in Avengers)

Thor: The Dark World-(This movie sucks) So, instead the one trying to get the reality stone is Matrieya who Thor fights. Some of the members of the Divine Powers appear in this movie and Krishna is foreshadowed. Thor finds out earlier about his father’s shady past, but this time it involves the Divine Powers who helped Odin conquer the 9 realms.

Captain America: Winter Soldier-They actually run into each other during the movie and they reveal everything about Tayama and Lillith. They were looking for the ‘face of true evil’ that Lillith told them about. That evil is being done by Hydra who Tayama is a part of in this version. They agree to help out Cap and expose Hydra from within Shield. They find out about all the very messed up things Hydra have done and realize Hydra is the true evil.

(The messiah is mentioned in Guardians of the Galaxy)

Guardians of the Galaxy vol2-Ego is in league with the Divine Powers.

Avengers: Age of Ultron-A young Hallelujah appears in this movie alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. The samurai appear and fight the Ultron bots alongside the Avengers. Due to their meeting in their sequel they are acquainted with the Avengers. As things get hairy Nick Fury picks them up and has them join the fight. We find out that currently the were on their way back to Mikado to report to Shene Duke. In the end credits we see the archangels. Hallelujah doesn’t join the Avengers since he’s too young. Like Wanda and Pietro he gets his powers from being experimented on.

Captain America: Civil War-The samurai have completely split off now going their separate ways. We see a flashback of Jonathan and Flynn killing Lillith when Jonathan mentions it. They are dragged into the discussion at the beginning of the movie clearly not on speaking terms with each other especially after Walter hears that they killed Lillith. Isabeau awkwardly shuffled around feeling very nervous and out of place especially with all the tension. After the Sokova Accords are revealed Walter sides with Cap and Jonathan sides with Tony. Jonathan is surprised when Flynn doesn’t take a side simply not seeing it as their problem. Since it isn’t their world anyway. His head seems in the clouds after defeating Lillith and he walks out of the movie with Isabeau following behind them. From there the movie is the same, but with Walter and Jonathan included. They both start to question how they stand as those they favored flipped. Previously Jonathan would favor Cap and Walter would favor Tony. This whole conflict makes them realize things may not be as black and white as they thought.

(Flynn and Isabeau are referenced in Spider-Man: Homecoming. This is where it is revealed that they have been going around helping people.)

Thor: Ragnarok-Hella is a part of the Divine Powers and Shesha makes an appearance.

Avengers: Infinity War-Isabeau and Nozomi are in the movie on the Earth team. Isabeau reveals that her fellows have disappeared after going to the reactor. Flynn had convinced her to stay behind because she didn’t really have a stance in the conflict between Jonathan and Walter. Strangely, Flynn appears later in the movie but is acting awfully strange. Isabeau is transported to the white’s world right before the snap. After the snap he takes the gauntlet right off Thanos and Krishna reveals himself. Krishna explains that he allowed Thanos to do the snap on purpose to half the forces of law and chaos. His allies had been transported to another world when the snap happened; ‘Flynn’ even briefly disappeared before returning out of nowhere foreshadowing this. Flynn is revealed to be Shesha who fights Thanos. They are actually pretty even in power, but due to the Avengers wearing down Thanos before he gains the upper hand and defeats him. Krishna gives his salvation speech and Shesha flexes on everybody. He also mentions that his kalki, the true godslayer, will return to Earth.

Avengers: Endgame-Isabeau informs them of the snap. They actually appear after the time skip due to their trio back to Earth being wonky. After seeing even Mikado was ravaged Jonathan further questions his earlier values. We actually see Gaston who is fully grown to his age in Apocalypse. Many of their families were decimated or mostly gone after the snap. This whole thing brings the group even closer. Gaston joins them on their way back to New York. After arriving Toko appears trying to assassinate Flynn. The whole world thinking him and Shesha were the same and he betrayed them. Flynn defeats Toki and they try to convince her that it wasn’t Flynn who took the gauntlet. After her defeat Toki begrudgingly stands down and leaves, however claims she will kill Flynn one day which makes them nervous. They are also joined by Nozomi. Then they join up with the Marvel heroes who are wary at first, but Cap is able to realize that Flynn obviously wasn’t Shesha. They have to track down the Divine Powers who currently possess the stones. Krishna plans to use the stones to get to YHVH’s realm and have Flynn kill him. They fight the rest of the Divine Powers and it is revealed that Walter and Jonathan can transform into Lucifer and Merkabah. After their encounter in the other worlds an incomplete version of their power went into them. They fight Krishna and after seemingly winning Krishna slips into Flynn. Vishnu-Flynn is born and fights everyone after getting through to Flynn on the inside he breaks out and finishes Krishna. They take the infinity stones and restore everyone to normal. The samurai realize that there is a bigger threat and the universe is bigger than they imagined. Thus the samurai split again Flynn and Isabeau while Navarre and Walter depart to space while Jonathan returns to Mikado.

Spider-Man: Far From Home- Nanashi and Asahi are present. In the movie after one of the accidents Nanashi is revived by Dadga. It is also revealed Krishna is still alive and has only been sealed.

Pending waiting for more movies…

Demons shown:

Flynn-Centaur, Jack Frost, Minotaur,

Naga, Zu Tuen (you know the one I can’t spell) , Frost Ace, Cu Cualain (I can’t spell his name), Quetzalcoatl, , Cerberus, Tenkai, Shiva, Demonee-Ho, and Masakado

Isabeau-Napea, Pixie, Leane Sidne, Medusa, Xi Wangmu, Valkyrie, Isis, Jeanne D’ Arc, Pallas Athena, Lakshmi and Isanami

Jonathan-Angel (and the rest of the hierarchy), Master Dwarf, Theron, Apsaras, Ame No Uzume, Aniel, Orcus, Mastema, Metatron, Michael and Seraph

Walter-Liam Dherg, Gryphon, Oni, Ose, Pendragon, Seiryu, Asura,Orobas, Bishamonen, Samael, Lilith, Fafnir, Surt, Mara (would Disney even allow that?), Koga Saburo, Beelzebub, and Demiurge

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Summary: Drinking games are never a good idea after a mission...Or are they?

“Whose brilliant idea was it to get drunk after a mission, anyway?” I groaned. I had just downed my fourth tequila shot of the night and was now trying desperately to get the taste out of my mouth with a beer. Sam laughed.

“It was your idea, genius,” he replied. “You’re the one that was like ‘We should all get drunk tonight’ as soon as we stepped off the quinjet.”

I groaned again and rolled my eyes. “Sober me is a real dick.”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N),” Nat teased. “We’re having fun! It’s not our fault you’re terrible at drinking games.”

I glared at her, but it was true. I don’t know how it happened, but it seemed every game we played I lost, to the point where I was the most drunk out of all of us. Most of them I could understand – Steve and Bucky were supersoldiers, it would take a lethal amount of alcohol to get them drunk. Nat had a very high tolerance, as most Russians did. Sam and Wanda could handle about the same amount that I could, but yet they weren’t anywhere near as drunk as I was.

“It’s not fair,” I grumbled. “These games are all rigged. I think you should let me pick the game.”

Steve snorted. “You know very well these games aren’t rigged, (Y/N),” he said, “but if it makes you feel any better then alright, you can choose the next game.”

I grinned wickedly. This was my time to shine.

“Beer pong,” I stated. “That’s my choice. Somebody help me set it up.”

“I’m down for beer pong,” Sam said, and Wanda nodded.

“Me, too.”

“How are you going to play beer pong, (Y/N)?” Nat teased. “You’re so drunk you likely can’t even stand up, let alone throw a ping pong ball into a cup.”

Always a competitor, I glared at her. “I’ll have you know I won a championship in university for beer pong,” I said indignantly. “I’m a pro. You had all better be scared.”

Wanda laughed, and Sam shook his head. “They’ll let anyone be an Avenger now, won’t they?” he said, and I reached over to elbow him in the gut.

“Where did Bucky go, anyway?” Natasha asked. “Is it getting past the old man’s bedtime? Are we young ‘uns too much for him to handle?”

“He went to put more beer in the fridge for you alcoholics,” Steve chuckled, “and I asked him to bring back some food for our drunker companions.”

His eyes shot over to me, and my own eyes narrowed. “I’m not that drunk!” I argued. “Look, I’ll prove it.”

I pushed myself up off the couch, and immediately regretted it. I hadn’t stood in awhile and all the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. I gave myself a couple of seconds to balance myself and then took a few steps forward.

“See?” I said. “I’m completely fine.” As if to prove my point, I tried to do a twirl. However, I overestimated my ability to balance and stumbled, tripping over my own feet. Before I could fall, though, a strong arm was hooked around my waist to steady me.

“Careful, doll,” Bucky murmured, and I felt my cheeks grow red. I straightened up and pulled away, mumbling an embarrassed “Thank you,” to him; I could hear Nat and Wanda snickering to my left and I shot them a dirty look before flopping back down onto the couch between them.

“I think Steve meant for those nachos to be for (Y/N), Bucky,” Wanda said pointedly, and my blush deepened. Bucky turned to me with a small smile.

“They’re fresh,” he said. “Eat up – You’ll feel better.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, completely mortified at this point. Bucky nodded and then turned to hand Steve the beer he’d brought him before cracking open his own and returning to his seat in the armchair.

“So what are we gonna play, then?” Wanda asked. “Beer pong is out, and (Y/N) needs a break from taking shots, but I’m not ready to go to bed yet.”

The rest of the group nodded their collective agreements, and Nat grinned wickedly. I knew that grin. It could only mean trouble.

“Well why don’t we play truth or dare, then?” she suggested, waggling her eyebrows. “It’s fun, and the only reason you’d have to take a shot is if you refuse to answer the question or do the dare given to you.”

Sam nodded eagerly. “I’m in,” he exclaimed. “I’m a pro at the dares.”

“Me too,” Wanda agreed with a grin. Steve nodded too.

“Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Bucky and I were the only two that hadn’t said anything. Bucky tended to keep to himself most of the time and was a very private person, so I was surprised when he finally nodded as well.

“Could be fun,” he murmured, and Nat grinned.

“Perfect,” she breathed. “(Y/N), how about you?”

I wanted to say no. Nat was way too excited about this for it to just be an innocent game of truth or dare, and she knew too many of my weaknesses for it to be safe for me. Five pairs of eyes were looking at me expectantly, though, and finally I sighed.

“Fine,” I said, and the triumphant look on her face made me wary.

“So who goes first?” Steve asked.

“You’re up, old man,” Sam said to him with a smirk. “Truth or dare?”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “I don’t trust your dares,” he said, “so truth.”

“Has a girl ever asked you to wear the Captain America outfit in bed?”

Steve’s cheeks were pink, but he nodded. “Yes, once,” he admitted, and the room erupted into hoots of laughter.

“Did you do it?” Nat asked, but Wanda shook her head.

“Go easy on him. One question only,” she chuckled, and then she turned to Sam. “Truth or dare, Sam?”

“Dare, obviously,” he said, as if offended that she’d even had to ask.

“I dare you to replace Clint’s Cocoa Puffs with dog food,” she said, and the room all looked at her with wide eyes.

“He’ll kill everyone when he finds out!” I breathed. “Clint lives off those things.”

Wanda shrugged. “He ate the last cinnamon bun the other day. This is payback.”

Sam, not being one to ever back down from a dare, dumped the cereal down the garbage disposal and refilled the box with the kibble that Peter had for the dog Tony had let him keep after he’d claimed it had “followed him home” one day. Sam came back to the common room with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Done,” he said. “Your turn, Natasha. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Nat replied boldly, one red eyebrow cocked as if challenging him to do his worst.

“I dare you to hack into the compound’s database and change ‘Tony Stark’ to ‘Tony Stank’ so that’s what comes up on every last piece of paperwork and in every file.”

I laughed. “Do it,” I urged. “Rhodey will lose it when he sees it.”

Smirking, Nat pulled her laptop out from under the coffee table. For a few minutes she stared at the screen with her brows knitted together as she typed furiously, and then she looked up triumphantly. “Done,” she told us. “I even reprogrammed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to call him Mr. Stank.”

“I love you,” Wanda breathed as we all tried to catch our breaths from laughing. Nat grinned.

“Okay, my turn,” she giggled, and when her eyes met mine I froze. She opened her mouth to speak, but then turned instead to Bucky. “Truth or dare, Buck? You’re a little too quiet over there.”

Bucky hesitated before he finally said, “Truth,” and even then he sounded unsure of himself.

“Are you a guy that appreciates tits or an ass more?” Nat asked, and Steve nearly choked on his drink. Sam grinned from ear to ear, and I expected Bucky to look uncomfortable but he scrunched his nose before finally saying, “Definitely the latter.”

“Smart man,” Sam said, and Bucky grinned ruefully before turning to Wanda.

“Truth or dare, Wanda?”

“Truth,” she replied.

“Do you ever use your powers to get your own way?”

Wanda had the decency to at least pretend to look offended, but the sparkle in her eyes gave away the truth before she even said anything. “Maybe…” she admitted, dragging out the word. “But in my defense, the woman at the DMV was a bitch.”

“You used your powers to get your license?” I cried in disbelief. Steve shot her a stern look.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” he said, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Oh, lighten up, Steve. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to drink some of Thor’s Asgardian liquor.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s Thor’s, I can’t just take it –”

“If he were here he’d insist you drink it,” Sam argued. “Besides, it’s the only thing that’ll get you and Frosty over there drunk. It’s about time you stop drinking beers like they’re water.”

Bucky scowled at the nickname Sam so often liked to call him, but Steve sighed. “Fine, I’ll have one drink,” he said. “Buck, you want one?”

“Is it really enough to get us drunk?” Bucky asked, and Nat grinned. She had already retrieved the bottle and poured them each a glass.

“Find out for yourself.”

The guys each took a sip. Steve had tried it before so he knew what to expect, but Bucky hadn’t and when it touched his tongue his face scrunched up. We all laughed and he shook his head.

“It’s so bitter,” he choked, and Steve chuckled.

“You get used to it. Just take it slow; that one glass is all you’ll need,” he explained before turning to Nat. “Truth or dare, Nat?”

“Ask me a question, Captain.”

“Did you sleep with that pizza delivery guy the other night?”

She grinned wickedly. “Yep. Wasn’t bad, either.”

“You are incorrigible,” I chuckled quietly, and Nat turned to me.

“What was that, drunkie?” she asked, and I cursed myself for drawing her attention to me. “You’ve somehow managed to stay out of the spotlight so far, (Y/N); we’ll have to fix that. Truth or dare?”

I swallowed hard, weighing my options. If I answered with truth then she would most certainly make me reveal something that I didn’t want a certain someone in the room to know. If I chose dare, then god knows what she would make me do. But I couldn’t forfeit either, because I really didn’t think my stomach could handle another shot this early on.

“Truth,” I finally said begrudgingly, knowing I could at least be creative with my answer if I had to be. She smirked, and I immediately regretted my choice.

“When was the last time you got laid?”

I blushed, but it could have been much worse. Glaring at her, I mumbled, “It’s been a year.”

Of course, Nat had already known this – She was only stirring the pot. Wanda had known as well so she didn’t react. Sam’s eyes widened.

“A year? Jesus, girl, how are you not more uptight than you are?” he cried. My blush deepened.

“I’ve been busy, alright? Not all of us are naturally skilled in being a superhero. I have to train twice as much as all of you; it takes up a lot of time.” I frowned. “I answered Nat’s question, now let’s drop it. Sam, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

I thought for a moment. “I dare you to pick a random number from the phone book and try to seduce whoever answers.”

“It’s one in the morning on a Tuesday,” Steve said. “Who’s gonna pick up the phone?”

“New York is the city that never sleeps, Steve,” Nat pointed out. “Someone will answer.”

So Sam did it. He called a number, and an old man answered. We all had to stay quiet because he had it on speakerphone, but when the old man started getting unsettlingly into it and Sam’s face twisted in disgust Bucky snickered and we all burst into laughter. Nat quickly hung up the phone and Sam shook his head.

“Nasty-ass man, Christ,” he groaned. “I vote we play something else now.”

“Oh, c’mon, Sam, I thought you were the king of dares,” I taunted. “You said you would do anything.”

“I draw the line at strange old men wanting to get in my pants.”

We all chuckled, but Nat shook her head. “I have too many good ideas to stop playing now,” she said, and then she arched an eyebrow at Sam. His brow furrowed, but then his eyes widened as if he had just made a realization and he grinned.

“Fine, we can keep playing, but it’s my turn to deal out some punishment.” His eyes scanned the room and landed on Bucky. “Frosty!” he exclaimed. “Truth or dare?”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” he grumbled. “Dare, I guess.”

Sam smirked. “Atta boy. I dare you to do a body shot.”

“Off of you?” Bucky’s nose wrinkled. “Absolutely not.”

“Off of (Y/N),” Nat offered, and my eyes widened. I looked at her in horror, but she was looking at Bucky expectantly. He won’t do it, I told myself. It amazed me that he had even put up with us for this long instead of going to bed. Surely this would be where he drew the line.

“Alright,” he said with a shrug, “as long as (Y/N)’s alright with it.”

I coughed, and Nat grinned. “Of course she is!”

“I don’t know…” I started, but Nat was already pouring tequila into a shot glass.

“Lie flat on the table so it doesn’t spill,” she ordered, and she gave me a look that said if I didn’t cooperate, she would make me. Pursing my lips, I laid down on the table, and she set the shot glass on my belly button after sliding my shirt up some. Then she spread a line of lime juice on my stomach and sprinkled salt over top of it. I wanted to protest – It was way too close to the waistband of my leggings for comfort, but she was already motioning for Bucky to come over.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered. “Pick up the shot glass with your mouth and –”

“I know how to do a body shot,” Bucky said indignantly, and Nat shrugged.

“Just had to be sure. You never know with you old guys.”

Bucky shot her a look of annoyance before coming to stand next to me. “You sure you’re alright with this, (Y/N)?” he murmured. My throat was too dry to say anything but I nodded, even though my heart felt like it was going to hammer right out of my chest. Shooting me a shy smile, Bucky clasped his hands behind his back and bent down to wrap his lips around the rim of the shot glass, downing the tequila in one gulp. Nat took the shot glass from him and then he leaned in to lick the salt and juice from my skin.

His tongue was soft and warm, and as he dragged it across my stomach I could feel goosebumps prickle my skin. I had to bite my tongue to keep from whimpering, and then he was pulling away all too soon. He gave me an embarrassed smile as he straightened, and then offered a hand to help me off the table. I took it, though the dizziness I felt wasn’t from the alcohol in my bloodstream.

“Steve, you’re up,” Bucky said as he sat back down in the armchair. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell everyone what happened that night with Mandy White.”

Steve’s face darkened as he glared at his best friend. “That’s not fair, jerk. We promised we’d never talk about that night again.”

Bucky had a wicked grin on his face – A look I’d never seen on him before. I wondered if the Bucky that Steve knew from all those years ago was this Bucky now; carefree, light and mischievous.

“Who’s Mandy White?” Wanda asked, and Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

“Tell them, Stevie.”

“She’s a prostitute,” he finally grumbled. “Buck and I were in high school and we snuck into a bar in Brooklyn. This dame – Mandy – took an interest in me right off the bat.” He shook his head in disgust. “That should have been the first clue, but I was a dumb kid. I didn’t clue in till she pulled me into the bathroom and told me she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her for the right price.”

Bucky was howling with laughter, as were Sam and Nat. Wanda was giggling, and I was biting my lip to keep from laughing because I knew Steve was already embarrassed enough.

“Poor Stevie,” I breathed. “Look at it this way, though; you’re Captain America now. If you met her now, she’d probably pay to have sex with you.”

Steve scowled at me. “Yes, (Y/N), because that makes me feel so much better,” he said. “Moving on. Truth or dare?”

I bit my lip, but Steve wasn’t a threat. He was too sweet to play along with whatever Sam and Nat had going on.

“Truth,” I said, and Steve grinned.

“Have you ever had inappropriate thoughts about another member of the team?”

Sam whooped and Nat was smirking. Cheeks hot, I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, right now,” I hissed. “Does contemplating kicking all your asses count as inappropriate?”

“Easy, (Y/N),” Nat chuckled. “You know that’s not what Steve meant.”

I scowled. “I’ll pass. Hand me the tequila.”

Steve shook his head. “Uh-uh, no more shots for awhile,” he ordered. “I never asked you to tell us who. Just answer the question with a yes or no.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, casting my eyes to my hands. “Yes,” I finally admitted, and I could practically feel the satisfaction rolling off of Natasha. Pursing my lips, I stood. “I’m gonna go get some water, I’ll be right back.”

I left the common room, my cheeks burning. Just as I’d expected, Nat followed me out to the kitchen, and I turned on her.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped. She gave me an innocent look.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N).”

“The fuck you don’t. I expected it from you and maybe Wanda, but Sam and even Steve?” I shook my head in disbelief. “When I told you I liked Bucky, that was in confidence, Nat. The last thing I needed was for you to tell his best friend!” I groaned and sat down at the island, burying my face in my hands. “Now everyone’s gonna know…”

“I didn’t tell anyone, (Y/N), and I’m offended that you think I would,” Nat told me. “I wouldn’t have to tell anyone anyway. Everyone in the compound knows how you feel about Barnes.”

My head shot up. “What?” I hissed, and Nat shrugged.

“I mean, you are an excellent fighter, but when it comes to hiding your emotions you’re terrible,” she said. “Everyone can see it.”

I felt as if I were going to be sick. “Does he know?” I whispered in a panic.

“Nope.” Nat shook her head. “But he’s probably the only one. The guy has to be pretty clueless.”

I shook my head. “So this whole game thing was just everyone trying to push us together?”

“We’re all rooting for you, (Y/N),” Nat chuckled. “We want you to be happy, and we all want Barnes to stop being so antisocial, too.” She cocked her head to the side. “Although he’s a lot more fun tonight than he’s ever been before.”

“He’s not antisocial, he’s just nervous to get close to people,” I defended, and Nat grinned.

“Which is why we’re giving you both gentle nudges towards each other. Now come back out. I promise I won’t put you in any more awkward situations if you promise to loosen up and flirt a little with him.”

“I wouldn’t know what to say –”

“(Y/N), I’ve seen you charm even the most sour of people. Just be yourself and stop being so nervous.”

So I followed her back out to the common room. I noticed that everyone had changed seats, and the only free space was the spot next to Bucky on the couch. I suspected Nat had something to do with this and I shot her a look but she was all of a sudden very interested in her drink. Biting my lip, I sat down next to Bucky.

“Hope you’re recovered enough to play another drinking game,” Sam said to me, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Why?”

“Never have I ever!” Wanda exclaimed. “I’ll start. Never have I ever been arrested.”

Everyone but me drank, but even if I had meant to I couldn’t. I’d finished my last beer and hadn’t bothered to get another drink. After Bucky set down his own drink he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a glass, handing it to me.

“Vodka lime,” he said, and then he gave me a rueful smile. “Steve told me it was your favourite so I mixed you up one when I got myself a drink.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, in shock that he’d even thought of me. He grinned.

“I would have given it to you a minute ago, but I figured you wouldn’t need to drink,” he chuckled. “You’re too new to the team to have ever been arrested before.”

I ducked my head, blushing. Before I could say anything, though, Sam was speaking.

“Never have I ever,” he said, “made out with an Olympic athlete.”

No one drank but Sam, and we all groaned.

“Sam, you gotta stop bringing that up,” Steve said. “We get it. You made out with Genie Bouchard in a bar in Montreal once. We’ve heard the story a hundred times.”

Sam frowned. “Well sorry if y’all haven’t led as exciting a life as me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “My turn,” he said. “Never have I ever thrown up on the Cyclone at Coney Island.”

Steve was the only one to drink this time, and Bucky snickered when he shot him a dirty look. Natasha shook her head.

“The point is to pick statements that more than one person can drink to, guys, c’mon,” she said. “Never have I ever had sex in a public place.”

Everyone but Steve and Wanda drank this time. I was surprised when Bucky lifted his glass to his lips to take a drink, but then I remembered that Steve had told me that Bucky had been quite the ladies’ man back in their day. It was just so hard to picture the surly, quiet man beside me having ever been a big flirt.

“Never have I ever stolen a car,” Steve offered, and everyone but Wanda and I drank. Nat narrowed her eyes at Steve.

“That truck we stole to get to Jersey, you called it ‘borrowing’,” she said, using her hands to make air quotes around the last word. Steve shrugged.

“It is what it is.”

“Alright.” I clapped my hands together to draw everyone’s attention back to the game. “Never have I ever had sex on at least three different continents.”

Nat, Wanda, Sam and I all drank. Bucky frowned.

“Two,” he murmured. “So close.”

Steve cocked an eyebrow at him and he grinned.

“If you think there weren’t some European girls that didn’t want a night with an American sergeant then you’re crazy, Steve,” he teased, and Steve rolled his eyes. I pursed my lips, not wanting to think of Bucky with other girls. Nat must’ve seen my face because she quickly changed the subject.

“Never have I ever,” she said, “fallen asleep during sex.”

Only her and Sam drank, and I laughed. “Must have been pretty bad to have fallen asleep,” I remarked, and Nat rolled her eyes.

“I hate vanilla sex,” she groaned, “and this guy was as boring as it gets.”

“I was just really tired,” Sam explained. “The girl I was with got very offended, though. She left and wouldn’t answer any of my calls after that.”

“I don’t blame her,” Bucky snorted. “You don’t leave a girl hanging like that, no matter how tired you are.”

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks warm at his words. Before him and Sam could get into one of their infamous disputes, however, Wanda spoke up.

“Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone on the team.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s not fair, you’re dating someone on the team,” he accused, referring to Vision. Wanda shrugged.

“I stand by my statement,” she said as she took a drink.

Begrudgingly, Sam took a drink, and then so did Nat and even Steve. I hesitated; of course, I’d had multiple, with the man sitting right next to me having starred in all of them. Cheeks burning, I finally lifted my glass to my lips to take a gulp while keeping my eyes downcast. Just when I thought I was the last one, out of the corner of my eye I saw Bucky take a drink. I tried not to overthink it, but my mind was racing. There were only so many women on the team, and I was going to drive myself mad wondering which one he had dreamt about.

“Well, my drink is gone,” Wanda said, interrupting my thoughts, “and that’s probably it for me. I’m definitely feeling it now. If I want to get up at all tomorrow I should quit while I’m ahead.”

Nat frowned. “Don’t go to bed yet!” she protested. “It’s still early.”

“It’s two in the morning,” Steve snorted.

“We could do something that doesn’t involve drinking, if y’all wanna stay up,” Sam suggested. “Poker?”

Steve and Bucky agreed enthusiastically, as did Nat. Wanda shook her head.

“Vis is probably waiting for me to go to bed. I should probably head upstairs.”

We said goodnight to her, and then Steve looked at me. “(Y/N), you want to play?”

“I don’t know how,” I admitted, and Steve shrugged.

“We can teach you.”

“No, you guys go ahead and play. I’ll stay up and watch, though. I’m not quite ready for bed yet.”

So Nat found a deck of cards and the game started. I settled myself into the cushions of the couch with my legs crossed underneath me, nursing the rest of my vodka lime. Bucky looked over to me, a playful grin on his face.

“Now don’t go tellin’ anyone what cards I’ve got, doll,” he teased, and with some of Thor’s liquor in him his Brooklyn accent was coming out. It was the first time I’d heard it and I smiled.

“No worries,” I giggled, still feeling the effects of the alcohol myself. “I’ll keep my poker face on.”

Steve snorted. “You’re in trouble then, Buck,” he warned. “(Y/N) has a terrible poker face.”

I pouted at Steve, but Bucky shot me a warm smile. “I trust her,” he murmured, and my insides warmed. I gave him a shy smile in return, and he winked at me before turning his attention back to the game.

For awhile I was enjoying watching them. There probably wasn’t a better group out there to watch – Each of them had perfected their poker faces. Years of military experience, and in Nat and Bucky’s cases years of being assassins and spies, would have trained them to know how to hold a blank face. They had also been drinking, though, and would slip up every once in awhile. I took note of each of their tells; Sam would scrunch his nose, Steve would rub the back of his neck, Nat’s eyes would dart quickly between the four of them, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw would twitch.

As hard as I tried to keep up, however, eventually it got too difficult. The lack of rest I’d gotten on the mission was finally catching up to me, and the liquor as well as just sitting there not doing anything wasn’t helping. I yawned, and Nat looked across the table at me.

“Not you, too,” she said, and I shook my head.

“I’m good,” I told her, even though I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Steve chuckled.

“You’re stubborn as hell is what you are,” he taunted, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“I can go for hours.”

But I could not. Not long after I could feel myself drifting, and I kept trying to force myself awake but my body wasn’t having it.

“(Y/N), you really should go to bed,” Sam told me. “You look like you’re barely awake over there.”

I wanted to argue, but I knew he was right so I just nodded instead. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night,” I murmured. I stretched out my legs and made to stand, but it had been a couple of hours since I’d been on my feet and with the liquor still running through my bloodstream, I was a little dizzy and stumbled a bit.

The next thing I knew, Bucky was up and at my side, a hand on my back to steady me.

“Easy, doll,” he murmured. “You alright?”

I blushed. “Just tired,” I mumbled. “And I need some water, I think.”

Bucky nodded, and then he slipped his arm around my waist. “Let’s get you some water and then make sure you get to bed, then,” he murmured, and he turned to look at the others. “I fold the next few rounds, I’m gonna take care of (Y/N) and then I’ll be back.”

I’m pretty sure Nat was giving me a look but I didn’t turn around to check before Bucky was leading me out of the common room. When we got to the kitchen he sat me in a stool before going to pour me a glass of water. When he came back over, my eyes were half-lidded and he let out a soft chuckle before shaking his head.

“We need to get you to bed,” he said. “You’ve had a long few days. D’you think you can make it to the elevator?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, sliding out of the stool onto my feet unsteadily. With my glass of water in one hand, Bucky set his other hand on my back and led me to the elevator.

“(Y/N)’s floor please, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Bucky said to the AI.

“Right away, Sergeant Barnes.”

The elevator began to move, and I leaned heavily against Bucky. He was warm and he smelled like soap, and I could feel myself drifting.

By the time the elevator stopped, I was barely awake. Without hesitating and without any difficulty, Bucky gathered me in his arms bridal-style and carried me down the hall to my room. I laid my head on his shoulder and my arms wound loosely around his neck, and all I could think was that I was comfortable enough to fall asleep right there.

Bucky opened my door and carried me inside without switching on the lights. He set my water on the bedside table before gently lowering me to the bed, and then he reached for the water, handing it to me.

“Drink some, doll,” he urged, “or you’ll regret it in the morning.”

I gulped down a few mouthfuls before setting the glass back on the bedside table clumsily. “Thank you,” I mumbled, “for taking care of me.”

Bucky gave me a warm smile that sent my heart fluttering. “No worries, doll. Now get some sleep, okay? You need it.”

“So do you,” I said quietly, and when his brow furrowed I continued. “You barely slept ten hours the whole week we were on the mission.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “You don’t miss much, do you?” he mused, and then he gave me another smile. “I promise to get some sleep if you do. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Night,” I mumbled. He had turned and nearly made it to the door when something – most likely the liquor – drove me to do what I did next. “Bucky?” I said softly.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to me. “What is it, doll?”

“Will you stay with me?”

My voice had been barely above a whisper and for a minute I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me, but then I remembered that being a supersoldier there was no doubt that he had heard it. His eyes widened slightly, and then he pursed his lips.

“(Y/N), I don’t know –”

“Please?” I bit my lip. “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

He looked torn, but finally he crossed the room and motioned for me to slide over. I did, and he pulled back the covers for me to crawl under before following me.

“Come here, doll,” he murmured, stretching out his arm across the pillow, and I scooted closer to snuggle into his side. He tugged me close, and between the warmth of his body and the steady, even rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, it wasn’t long before I started drifting. I vaguely remembered feeling something – his lips, maybe? – brush against my temple lightly, and then I was out.

When I woke up the next morning, my whole body felt heavy and I regretted drinking so much right after a gruelling mission. I stretched, letting out a soft groan, but my movements disturbed the arm that had been draped loosely across my stomach. I froze – I had forgotten in my drunken state that I had asked Bucky to stay the night, and now I was panicking. Before I could even try to come up with a way out of this situation, though, Bucky was shifting and blinking his eyes open.

“Hey, doll,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “How are you feelin’?”

“Hungover,” I admitted in a small voice, and Bucky chuckled. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes.

“I actually think I might be, too,” he said. “I haven’t been hungover in decades. That Asgardian alcohol is killer.” He paused, and then looked over at me. His blue eyes were tired, but he looked more at ease than I think I’d ever seen him. “Did you sleep well?” he asked me.

I bit my lip, then nodded. “I did,” I told him, blushing. “You?”

Bucky’s smile was warm. “Better than I have in awhile,” he admitted.

“I’m sorry if asking you to stay last night was weird,” I blurted out, and then ducked my head. “I was drunk and overtired and –”

I didn’t get to finish my explanation, however, because all of a sudden Bucky was leaning in to close the distance between us. His lips pressed to mine and my body froze even though my mind was screaming at me to do something while my heart was nearly hammering out of my chest.

Bucky pulled away, his cheeks tinted pink. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I wanted to do that all night last night but everyone was always around and then you were so tired…”

I blinked. He was looking at me with increasingly worried eyes, and finally I found my voice.

“Wait – You wanted to kiss me?”

“That’s what I said,” he chuckled, and then he bit his lip. “Is that okay?”

Instead of answering, I pulled his face back to mine. He caught on quickly, rolling his body so that he was overtop of me as our lips connected, his flesh hand coming up to cradle my head while he used his metal arm to support himself. His tongue probed at my lips until they yielded to him, and as our breaths mingled together my hands reached up to grip at Bucky’s waist.

“You have no idea how hard it was holding myself back from taking you upstairs last night after that dare with the body shot and doing this then,” Bucky murmured, skimming his nose along my jaw and then kissing my throat lightly. My breath hitched and I felt him smile against my skin. “You like that, doll?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice thick. Bucky pulled away enough to look at me, his blue irises nearly swallowed up by his lust-blown pupils, but there was a softness there as well as he smiled at me.

“Good,” he murmured, “because I want to do this every day, doll, if you’ll let me.”

I was temporarily snapped out of my haze, and I looked at him with my brow furrowed. “What are you saying?” I asked uncertainly, and Bucky’s smile was shy.

“I like you, (Y/N),” he told me. “A lot. I have for awhile now, but I never knew how to tell you…”

“So this wasn’t just brought on by the drinking games and the liquor and me asking you to stay last night?”

Bucky chuckled as he shook his head. “Not at all, doll,” he assured me, and then he began to pepper kisses along my jaw. “I want you every day, if you’ll have me.”

His actions were confident but his eyes were nervous, and I reached up to cup his cheek in my hand. His skin was warm and the stubble on his face was rough, but he leaned into my touch as his eyes drifted shut and I knew in that moment that this beautiful man – this man that I had been pining over for months – really did feel for me the way I felt for him.

“Show me just how much you want me, Sergeant,” I said in a husky voice as I looked up at him. “I’m yours.”

Bucky made a quiet noise in the back of his throat, and then he crushed his lips to mine with feverish passion. My hands slid up under the hem of his t-shirt to slide along the muscles of his back, my fingernails grazing his skin lightly and drawing a growl from his throat. Disconnecting our kiss, he sat back on his knees and yanked the t-shirt over his head before tossing it carelessly to the floor. I sat up, tracing my fingertips over the planes of his abdomen, and when I looked up his eyes were blue fire, causing my stomach to flip in anticipation. Tugging lightly at my shirt, he stared at me as if waiting for my permission. I nodded and then the shirt was on the floor with his.

Bucky’s lips latched onto one of my nipples and I let out a quiet moan, arching my back towards him. As his mouth alternated between my breasts his flesh hand toyed with the waistband of my leggings before slipping past it and underneath my panties. When his fingertips slid through my folds my moan was louder, and he pulled away from my breasts to smirk at me.

“So wet, doll,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “This all for me?”

“Mmm…” I managed to hum, and then Bucky was retracting his hand and I let out a soft whine at the loss of contact. He brought his fingers to his mouth to lick away my juices and a fresh wave of heat flooded to my core.

“So fucking sweet,” he breathed. “I’m gonna have to get a better taste.”

The next thing I knew, I was on my back and he had yanked the rest of my clothes off in one swift move, leaving me entirely naked under his hungry eyes. At this point I was practically aching to be touched and it must have showed on my face because Bucky flashed me a sinful grin before spreading my legs with his hands and diving in to swipe his tongue along the length of my folds.

My hips bucked upward at the sudden contact and I let out a gasp. Bucky’s hands reached up to hold my hips in place as his mouth worked over me, drawing whimpers and moans from me. It didn’t take long for him to bring me to release, a panting and sweating mess tangled in the sheets.

Bucky pressed a few light kisses to the inside of my thigh before he was sliding up my body and claiming my lips in a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal to my core.

“Need you now,” I managed to huff out, grinding myself against his still-clothed erection, and Bucky grinned before quickly shedding the rest of his clothing. He slid his solid member through my folds slowly and I groaned, glaring up at him.

“Stop teasing,” I hissed. “There’s plenty of time for that later, but if you don’t fuck me right now I honest to god might explode.”

As I spoke my legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer to me. His eyes were dark as pitch and he growled before lining up with my entrance and sliding in with one thrust. I hadn’t been prepared for his size and my eyes fluttered shut as I let out a breathless, “James…”

He stilled inside of me, and when I opened my eyes, he was regarding me with a mixture of shock, desire and tenderness. “Say it again,” he murmured huskily.

“James,” I whispered, and then he was crushing his lips to mine and rolling his hips into me. My nails dug into his back, wanting to pull him as close to me as possible, and he pressed his face against my neck to suck lightly at my throat. It didn’t take long before I could feel my second orgasm that morning coming on, and I knew Bucky was also nearing release because his thrusts were getting sloppier. I dug my heels into his back as my hands grasped at his arms, opening my eyes to find that he was already looking at me.

“James…” I breathed. “I wanna feel you come inside me, James, please.”

“Fuck, doll,” he groaned, and then with a couple more thrusts he was spilling inside me with a grunt. His orgasm brought on my own and I cried out, my head pushing back into the pillows as my back arched up into Bucky’s body. As we came down from our highs he cradled me in his arms as he rolled us over to our sides, his now-softened member slipping out of my tender heat. I let out a soft moan at the loss of his length, feeling a mixture of our juices dripping down my thigh. Bucky reached up to tuck a damp lock of hair behind my ear.

“Was that okay?” he murmured, and I let out a breathless laugh.

“Are you kidding me, Buck? That was a hell of a lot better than just okay. My only regret is that we haven’t been doing this all along.”

Bucky chuckled, but he looked relieved. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

I rolled on top of him, pressing my lips to his. “Guess that just means we’ll have to make up for all that lost time,” I teased, wiggling my hips against his and grinning delightedly in finding out he was already half-hard again. Bucky smirked as he lifted his hands to grasp my hips, but just before he could lift me up to pull me down onto him, a shout echoed through the compound, followed by laughter and then the sound of glass breaking. Bucky and I stilled.

“I will kill you!” we heard Clint roar, and I giggled.

“Guess Clint found the dog food. Should we go make sure Sam doesn’t get himself killed?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah, Wilson’s a grown man, he can take care of himself,” he murmured, sitting up to place kisses along my jaw. “Now, where were we?”

I caught his lips with mine and was just about to line him up with my entrance when this time F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupted us.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Stank requests that everyone meet him in the board room immediately.”

Both Bucky and I burst out laughing, and when we finally calmed down enough to catch our breaths I said, “I suppose we should get dressed and get down there before Tony sends someone looking for us.”

“Yes, because I have nothing better to do right this moment than deal with an angry Barton and an angry Stark.”

I grinned and kissed him quickly before rolling off of him and pulling on a sweatshirt. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” I told him. “After all, we’ve got all the time in the world now.”

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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Are We Having Any Fun Yet?

Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Warnings; Swearing, mentions of injury, me ignoring IW And Endgame, yelling, fighting,

A/N; I took some lyrics from ‘Are We Having Any Fun Yet?’ by Larkins, which is a really good song! And yes, I’m ignoring the fact that Bucky died in IW, I changed the story okay leave me alone I’m fragile-

Word Count; 2.1k Words

Standing on the platform beside your dad, you looked over to see Bruce flipping a bunch of switches, it felt like those switches were in control of your stomach and making it do flips. Eight of you stood on the platform, Natasha, Tony, Steve, Clint, Thor, Bruce, You and Bucky.

"You have your teams and you have assignments. Get your stone, and get back here. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs," Steve said. You nodded and looked down below you, at least if you ever left the superhero life behind, you could put time travel on your resume. "Most of us are going back to places we know. That doesn’t mean we know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. Improvise, if you have to," You hated where you were going, back to that awful place, HYDRA. You were the same as your dad, you were born in the '40s, but you were taken by HYDRA as bait for Bucky, and they found it would be pointless for such potential to go to waste by letting you go. The rest was history, well, right now it's going to be your present. Steve looked around and sighed. "This is the fight of our lives...Whatever it takes," He finished. You smiled to yourself and nodded, you knew you had to do this. The platform beneath you started to vibrate gently and Bucky held your hand, sensing your unease. Natasha looked over to you and smiled.

"See you in a minute," She said. You nodded and before you knew it, your eyes were clenched shut and you were much smaller than you ever remembered being. Your eyes opened and you found yourself in a forest, the only light being that of the moon and the beacons from the light towers in front of you.

"You remember this place, right?" Bucky asked you. You nodded and sighed.

"How could I forget? Was the first base I was ever kept at," You reminisced. Bucky stood beside you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"I know you're uncomfortable, hell, I am too. But we're gonna be okay, we just gotta get that stone and get the hell out of here," He said.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get that cube," You started making your way through the forest and stood a few feet away from a guard that was standing still. You reached behind you and whipped out your baton, hitting him over the head and knocking him out.

"Y/N?" Bucky got your attention. You didn't reply, so he took it as a cue to continue. "We should run, shouldn't we?"

"Yeah, it seems like the best option right now. You go that way, I'll go this way," He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why do I have to stay out here?" He asked.

"Because, if they see you, they'll think Bucky in this time got out and they'll take you back, but if they see me-" "They'll kill you," Bucky interrupted.

"Not if I kill them first," You reminded him. "Just...trust me, on this okay? I know it's probably a death sentence going in there alone, but when has that ever stopped me. Just promise me that you'll stay put out here," Bucky sighed and reluctantly agreed. You disappeared into the base while Bucky kept watch on the outside to make sure nothing was going wrong. You kept to the shadows of the building, trying to keep yourself away from people.

"No! Please stop it! I'll behave!" You froze. You knew that voice, you had an incline to follow it. Your incline got the best of you and everything in you came to a standstill as you stood in the doorway of the room you heard the child's voice coming from. You knew the voice because it was yours. She saw you standing in the doorway and immediately went on the defensive.

"Woah! Calm down, kid! I'm one of the good guys," You told her. She cocked her head but kept her un-intimidating demeanour up. You sighed and moved into the room, making sure no one came into the room by locking the door. That set her off. She screamed and charged towards you, to which you defended yourself by picking her up.

"Put me down!" She screamed. You clamped her hand over her mouth, and she bit you.

"Jesus Christ," You murmured. She eventually calmed down enough for you to speak to her.

"How do I know you're a good guy?" She asked you.

"I know how long you've been here," Her eyes widened and she sat forward on the bed you put her down on. "2 years, 4 months, 3 days, since they went and fucked it up by bringing you here,"

"How did you know that? And what did the last part mean?" She asked quietly. "Are you a magician? Can you get me and my dad out of here? It's not nice here," She said sadly, causing you to sigh.

"I know, kid. But I can't get you out of here, believe me. If it wouldn't change everything, I would get you both out of here in a heartbeat," You told her. Tears came to her eyes and she shook her head and turned away from you. You had truly forgotten just how horrible HYDRA was, and to see yourself this young and going through this, it was tugging on your heartstrings. "Look, I know it's bad here, alright? But when you're older like me, it gets better, I promise? It takes a while, but things start to look up a little, alright? I'm gonna make you a deal. I know that you know where the blue thing is, because they threatened you with it. So, if you take me to where the blue thing is, I'll take you to see your dad,"

"Really?" She asked, so full of hope. You couldn't say no to her, now you knew how your dad felt when you pulled the puppy dog eyes. You nodded.

"But you have to stay quiet,"

Bucky had sat long enough before he became a full-on worried dad. He had tried to communicate to you through the comms device, but all that he got was radio silence, not what he was exactly wanting to hear. So, he took it upon himself to follow the route you took into the base. Walking around, he noticed how it was near enough empty besides a few engineers, scientists and agents, but other than that, it was pretty much deserted.

"Where is she?! Where's Y/N!?" Bucky tried to ignore the younger version of himself yelling. "Please don't hurt her! Not again!" It was that sentence that got Bucky. They had been hurting you, well, younger you. He didn't originally know that; he would have to ask you about it later. It then went silent, that meant one of either two things.

1. You were dead.

2. You were far from dead and about to unleash absolute hell.

Bucky prayed for the latter. Obviously, there must be some higher power, as if it were rehearsed to complete perfection, you came sprinting around the corner, almost falling on your ass.

"Go! Fucking run!" You yelled. Bucky looked behind you and saw you were being chased and shot at. He started to take your advice and run, hoping you would catch up to him. Before you could get out of the base, you and your dad were ambushed by guards. Shamefully, you stood beside him with your hands up.

"Good one, Y/N. So much for knowing what you were doing," Bucky whispered.

"First of all, I never said I knew what I was doing," You corrected him. "And second of all I-"

"Hush! Who are you?" One of the agents asked. "And where is the tesseract?"

"Who's asking?" Bucky internally groaned. You were going to get yourself killed one day if you didn't stop being a smart ass about everything.

"I wouldn't be so smart, little girl. I would hate to mess up that pretty face of yours," He said, moving towards you to touch the side of your face.

"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" He chuckled then slapped you. Bucky flinched as you yelped.

"Where is the tesseract?" He asked again. Bucky had a feeling you didn't get the space stone, so he was already thinking of another plan, one that would get you both out of there alive, which wasn't seeming very likely since you wouldn't shut up.

"The what?" You played dumb. "I don't have anything on me, neither does he, I swear. I thought this was a nunnery or something," The smirk on your face irritated the tall man in front of you. Bucky kicked the back of your leg, almost as if telling you to shut up. You gave him a look, the one you always gave him when you were about to do something you shouldn't, the one that every parent knew their child possessed.

"Well, you appear to be desperate if you're going to turn to a nunnery. You will stay here," He said. You sucked the air in through your teeth and sighed, making him grimace.

"No can do. I gotta go back to 2023 and save the world and all the people that live in it," You said as nonchalantly as possible. Bucky let out an exasperated sigh.

"Wait, what-"

"Kid!" The younger version of you came out and all of the guards and agents turned their attention to her. Bucky looked to her and then to you. She threw the space stone to you and you put it in your pocket. "Now, who's first?" Bucky smiled. Your attitude didn't get you beaten black and blue for once. Bucky started shooting, which caused the fight to kick off. You were held up against a wall by the collar of your shirt.

"You should've stayed away, little girl," His hand moved up from your collar to your neck, strangling you. You kept your eyes on him and the smile on your face remained there.

"and you," The younger version of you saw your hand by your side and put a discarded knife in it. "Should've stayed in bed this morning," You brought your hand up and put the knife through his neck. He let go of you and you looked around and saw everyone was either dead or in an injured heap on the floor. "I never wanna do this again," You said, looking over at your dad.

"Yeah, I agree with you," Bucky said. You felt around your pocket and noticed the tesseract was missing. You turned to face your younger self, who hadn't yet seen your version of Bucky.

"You said you'd take me to see my dad, and you haven't. Where is he?" She asked. You smiled and crouched down in front of her.

"Behind me. I never told you, but magicians can't reveal all of their secrets, right?" Her face lit up, and she ran towards Bucky, who returned how happy she looked. She had dropped the tesseract, which you had to dive to catch. You had a feeling your dad had been aching to see her, to see you so young again. Hold you without fear of hurting you, or because you were injured or sick, but because he could.

"Please don't leave me here," She whimpered. Bucky sighed and hugged her a little bit tighter, not wanting to let the moment go. But the time came, you had to get out of here before what happened next involved the present you and Bucky.

"We're gonna go back to your room, alright? I'll be back for you," He told her. Your heart panged with guilt, that was a lie. But she wouldn't remember it, god, you hoped she wouldn't. You got outside and made sure the coast was clear and waited for Bucky to come out.

"You good?" You asked him. He sighed and nodded.

"You were so little, Y/N. You used to be able to fit into my arms without being folded up. I miss when you were little," He said. You laughed.

"You still like me now though, right?" You asked him. Bucky chuckled and punched your shoulder gently.

"You're my daughter, Y/N. I'll like you no matter what," He assured you. Your quantum suit appeared around your regular outfit and you nodded to your dad.

You landed back on the platform with a smile. You had actually done it, actually one. Clint, who for some reason was soaking wet, fell to his knees.

"Clint. Where's Nat?" Bruce asked. The silence, the look on his face told you everything you didn't want to know.

"She's-She's gone," He said. You shook your head in disbelief, this couldn't be happening, not now. Everything was going well, she was going to do something good, something she would be proud of.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Steve asked. Clint stood up and put the soul stone in Steve's hand.

"It means she's dead, Cap."

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lokihzra · 3 years

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Brother

Summary: Loki x avengers au, idk man Loki isn’t dead, he missed Thor, nobody trusts him, Tony and Banner feel bad, Loki is slightly losing it but won’t tell anyone

“Loki!” Thor hears Thanos growl as he picks himself off the ground, Rogers is on the ground beside Thanos, Loki holding the gauntlet, if it weren’t for the purple kool-aid man yelling his name Thor would swear he’s dreaming “drop-“ Thanos starts to growl again, starting to stand “lovely to see you again but i must be going now” Lokis smirks before disappearing in a green light. Thor feels his knees wanting to give out but he doesn’t let them “where is he” Thanos growls grabbing Thor by his throat and lifting him off the ground “i., dont, know” Thor wheezes out trying breathe better. “here” he hears his brothers voice to his right, so faint he barely heard it “snap now” Loki states and he looks over to see Loki standing beside banner as the latter screams in pain as he veins light up different colours and then Thanos drops him, he wheezes, catching his breath as he watches Thanos running over to them and without a thought he throws stormbreaker at him and the overgrown eggplant trips over it as Loki holds his palms out and spreads them apart. Thor stops getting up as he sees a green barrier surround his brother and Banner. “Bruce!” Loki spins around to face the man in his hulk form and he replies with a snap. For some reason Loki expects himself to fade away, like ash but he opens his eyes to all of Thanos’ men, ships and the man himself slowly dissolving into thin air. He lets the barrier down watching as the man that tortured and controlled him weakly walked over to a pile of rubble and takes a seat on it “good to see you again reindeer games” Tony pants from a couple feet away before he lays back down exhausted I did it.

“How the hell are you here?!” Natasha threatens sitting on top of Loki and holding a knife to his throat “brother, help please” he looks at Thor who’s still shocked standing still not saying anything “shut up” she snarls pressing the knife harder into his throat, now if it wasn’t his own dagger he wouldn’t be scared “let me up and i’ll tell you all everything” he stares her directly in the eyes hoping that she can see that he’s being honest for once in his life, after a second of glaring she hesitantly removes the knife and stands,never stopping her glare. He lets out a sigh before getting up “did you all really think it would be that easy for me to die?” he asks “well he did see your dead body” clint says obviously disappointed while pointing at Thor, he notices his brother still never moved “brother?” he tries to get his attention ignoring everyones eyes on him, doesnt work “brother” Thor doesnt respond and Loki lets out a mix of a groan and a sigh “can you smack him or something?” he asks Bruce and the man frowns “he was kicking your ass on Sakaar don’t worry about it” Bruce’s mouth moves up and down in surprise before finally saying “you’re Ragnarok Loki?” and he frowns “you’re the Loki that fought and died for his people, not the 2012 Loki that was trying to take over New York” Bruce simply says “god you guys are slow” Natasha sighs before turning and punching Thor in the face, it does the trick but doesn’t hurt him which kinda hurts Nat’s ego “i saw you die” Thor says offended and Loki smirks “so you’ve said before” his smile drops and he sighs going to sit on the couch, Thor, Banner and Tony following right away “so i actually did die but since Hela also died, the names in Hells book wouldnt apply, basically Hell was closed until it found a new owner, there was no other place for me to go but reincarnation, took 5 damn years for my body to regenerate though” he smiles happily “then where will Thanos go” Nat asks and Loki can hear the fear in her voice “oh he’s going to Hell” Loki nods smiling harder “i thought you just said Hell’s closed” Tony frowns taking a sip of his drink “not anymore” he takes Tonys drink and downs it in one gulp ignoring the mans offended look instead focusing on Peter i think that’s his name as he asks “then whos the new owner, or ruler?” He’s sitting with his arms crossed on the armrest of the chair that Doctor Strange is in “me” Loki smirks looking directly at Doctor Strange showing that i am completely unfazed by your suspicion of me so stop glaring “wait why’d you show up after the snap?” Tony says taking a seat again with a new drink and Loki barely stops himself from flinching when did he get up? “my soul was stuck in the soul stone so when you snapped my soul took that opportunity to reunite with my body and then I had to become the ruler of Hell so i took a bit longer than everyone else”

“can we trust you?” Steve asks standing beside peter and doctor strange

“No you cant, i saved the planet for nothing” Loki states sarcastically he then sighs becoming serious “i’ll admit it, i was under mind control when i tried to take over new york but i knew what i was doing, i couldnt say anything because thanos and his people had a psychic connection with me” he looks at Thor knowing he remembers the fight on Stark Tower but he flinched when stark places something around his wrists “this will disable your magic and shock you if you try and leave the building, just until we trust you” Stark adds on when he sees Loki tense “in the meantime you can train people” Stark gets up and downs his drink placing the cup in the sink “i’ll have FRIDAY and Happy make up your room” and Stark walks out almost everyone follows behind him excluding Natasha, Banner,Wanda and Thor. “you so much as act suspicious and i’ll kill you” Nat snarls

“you think you can win against me?” Loki smirks looking up from the little silver bracelets around his wrists “i got you down 10 minutes ago” she smiles and Loki loves that the smug look on her face will be gone soon

“i don’t favour hitting girls” he leans back placing an arm over the back of the couch and smirks when Natasha gets up and leaves

“what the hell is there to do around here?” he asks “can’t use my magic so what can i do?” he looks to Thor but his brother still looks kind of shocked ”it’s no fair putting me up against you if you can bend yourself at 90 degrees” Natasha pants as Loki holds out a hand for her “your enemies don’t care what’s fair” she takes it as he pulls her up with ease “to them it’s simply an advantage” she frowns at him while raising her fists and getting back into a fighting stance and without hesitation she throwing punches faster than a storm but Loki has no problem dodging them. As he dodges one he grabs her arm and moves so that hes standing beside her, her arm straight out and pressed against his chest he pushes down on her chest at the same time that he kicks her legs out from under her but before she can hit the ground he moves his left hand to the back of her head saving her from smacking it into the floor i don’t know how weak these mortals are.He lets go leaving her on the ground panting once again “you’re not skilled enough for me to train” he states walking over to a boxing ring and sitting on the edge “is that a challenge?” she raises her brow easily standing up with confidence “no, it’s a fact” Loki says seriously and Tony barges in “he’s right Cruella DeVille” clearly a jab at her platinum blonde and auburn hair, he points towards the door “can you take off please? i have to talk to Rock of Ages alone” Tony whispers once hes close enough to Natasha and she glares at Loki not wanting to leave him alone with Tony but does as asked.

“you look weird in normal clothes” Tony states once Natasha’s gone studying his grey sweater, black sweatpants and green t-shirt peeking out from under the sweater “you came to talk about my clothes?” Loki asks but Tony dismisses him waving his hands “no no no no” he places his hands in his pockets “just came to warn you that if you so much as act suspicious” he points towards the ceiling “i’ve asked FRIDAY to crank the heat up in whatever room you’re in until you pass out” and in response Loki raises his wrists looking to the silver bracelets “lucky i cant do anything then” Tony smirks “trust is a two way street Diva, i’m willing to trust you so you gotta give us something” he paces a bit “i let you snap these on me without killing you” he raises a wrist again “if i recall, if it weren’t for me you would be dead right now” Loki leans back against the boxing rings barrier and smirks a bit at the shock on Tonys face “what?” he asks after a second “you’re almighty Doctor Strange didn’t tell you?” Loki leans forward resting his elbows on his knees and for a second Tony can see 2012 Loki “you were supposed to snap” Loki states lowly and Tony feels numb.

“how did you know?” Doctor Strange directs at Loki who’s sitting calmly on the couch despite the chaos in the room but Tony interrupts “ah, don’t try and change the subject Bonnie Bennett” Doctor Strange frowns in confusion obviously not knowing who that is “you knew i was going to die thats why you gave Thanos the time stone?” Tony asks and states at the same time “Loki was already dead, you were the last hope” Strange says solemnly and it pisses Tony off “don’t try and act like you feel guilty, you would do anything if it meant saving the planet including letting my daughter grow up without a father” Strange didn’t know what to say because he couldn’t deny it, so instead he turned to Loki who still sat calmly on the couch “how did you know?” he asks no emotion and Loki leans forward slightly eyeing him “how long have you been studying Mystic Arts?” Strange looks up in thought and quickly answers “almost 4 years now” Loki looks disappointed like he expected longer “i’ve been studying every single form of magic for over a thousand years, you really think i haven’t mastered prophecy? my mother was the goddess of prophecy” he leans back relaxing and he looks surprised when Thor speaks to him, they haven’t really talked since he got back “mother taught you prophecy? Loki nods with an “mhmm”

“Mother” Thor asked walking up to his mother who sat on the bench on a balcony “Why do people hate Loki?” he asks taking a seat beside her, Thor was a curious kid “i don’t think they hate him they’re just-” she paused looking out towards the scenery of Asgard while thinking “biased” and Thor looks at her in pure confusion “well my dear son, It is taught that men are meant to fight, that they’re supposed to be strong and at the head of battle, but your brother fights differently, he doesnt go for throwing punches, he prefers things to be quick because he doesn’t like fighting that much so he uses magic as an advantage” she says looking her teen son in the eye “and because of that people think he’s weak or scared but you know what I think” she asks and Thors anger turns back to curiosity “what” he smiles widely making Frigga smile too “I think your brother can be the best fighter there is, i think he can be a healer, a sorcerer and that’s what makes him special, thats what makes people fear and loathe him”

“I only use it when needed” Loki looks at him and Thor tries to hide the fact that he zoned out by trying to make it look like he was thinking “the sun will shine on us again” and Loki doesn’t look ashamed or mad he simply smirks with a nod “all of you are needed for that” Loki looks at everyone in the room “so where are the Gaurdians?” Loki ignores Thors frown because Loki shouldn’t know about them and Steve shakes his head with his arms crossed obviously weary of Loki “we don’t know” Tony walks out “they went to find Flash Gordons woman” Natasha rolls her eyes “can’t you ask that Bifrost keeper of yours if he can see them?” she questions and Scott budges in “yeah lets just go to the new Asgard and ask” he says enthusiastically “Heimdall is dead” Loki and Thor say at the same time and Loki frowns at it “Thanos killed him for sending Banner back when Thanos destroyed our ship” he gets up and heads into the connecting kitchen behind the couch Loki is on “so we have no way of finding them” he says grabbing a beer out of the fridge and Loki wants to fucking stab him “Heimdall wanted me to be his successor awhile ago” Loki says turning to face Thor and he sees his brother almost spit out his beer i wish he did “taught me how to see people but im not as good as him, i don’t know if i could see them considering they could be anywhere” Thor takes another swig of his beer “well practice for a couple days” he says nonchalantly and walks away

“he’s probably just not used to you being here after 5 years” he hears Tony behind him and senses how close he is, he spins around catching Tony’s hand before the man can pat his back in comfort “try and touch me again” Loki snarls squeezing Tonys hand so tight the man cant help but groan lightly “and i’ll break all 14 knuckles in your hand” Loki stands up and let’s go of Tony hand harshly walking out and leaving everyone stunned he was making such good progress “im gonna kill him” Natasha says happily going to follow after him but of course Steve has to stop her “even without magic he’s stronger than us” Nastasha frowns at him he looks at Tony still rubbing his left hand in pain “Thor crushed your suit with his bare hands, I imagine Loki can snap those bracelets off like nothing, we shouldn’t push him”

The next day Loki sat quietly on the couch reading a book, Thor at the other end, Peter sitting in an armchair playing with a colourful cube and Bruce in the other writing things down in a notebook, “hey i’ve always wondered” Peter says and Loki looks up to see him looking right at him and Thor “Asgardians dont speak english so how can we communicate?” he fiddles with the colourful cube in his hands waiting for an answer “it’s called an AllSpeak, it allows Asgardians to speak any and every language” Loki says still flipping through his book he resists flinching when stark bursts through the door with a clap a group of people following in behind him “ok meeting in session” he says with a smile “cap please stop fucking around with mewmew we know you’re worthy” steve stops and drops mjolnir before anyone can see him and gets serious “its mjolnir” Thor retorts and Tony brushes him off “we got a signal on Rockets ship, they got here about 20 minutes ago so they should be here soon” Natasha sits down beside Loki careful not to touch him “and,Peter” the teen straightens up in his seat “Loki is going to train you” Loki doesn’t react but he hears the kid let out a nervous laugh “im just a kid i can’t win against a god” Loki can see Peter point at him out of the corner of his eye and he resists the urge to snap his wrist nobody here is going to hurt you, you are fine, you are safe “you’re the only other person that can compare to his agility and flexibility, not to mention you got spidey sense” Peter raises his eyebrows looking at Steve like he’s lost it “he’s a sorcerer, surely he can block me from sensing him” Loki smirks and closes his eyes concentrating, drowning out the conversation and once he thinks he’s got it he whips his book at Peter and the teen catches it a split second before it hits him, letting out a breath that he held “Loki!” Thor says like he’s scolding a child “guess i can’t block you out” he holds out a hand towards Peter and he looks confused “the book?” and Peters face drops in realization before throwing the book back to Loki “what if you could block him out?” Steve says and Loki can hear the anger “then a book would have hit him in the face” Loki states going back to reading “someones coming” Peter states looking towards the door the second he feels the hairs on his neck stand up “oh it’s probably the Gaurdians” Tony says sitting beside Peter and he’s right when the door busts open 2014 Gamora, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Mantis, Quill and Groot walk in “My friends” Thor gets up happily to walk over to them and Loki hides his jealousy, Thors been out of it for days so he turns to see who got his bubbly brother bubbly again and then Loki couldnt breathe, he felt like mjolnir was sitting on his chest when the hammer was clearly nowhere near him, he could barely hear, he felt like he was being held underwater “you’ve heard of my brother” he hears Thor through the drowning in his ears and no matter how much Loki wants to run he cant panicking, trying to swim back to the surface, screaming for help but nothing comes, “Loki?” Gamora says like she couldn’t believe her eyes, she couldnt believe he was alive is the first thing in Lokis mind “you know him?” Thor turns to Gamora frowning he feels his nerves turn to ice, ironic since he’s a Frost Giant “my father made me torture him” Gamora says quietly and Loki can hear and feel her remorse but that isnt enough. That doesnt make up for the 547 days that he was tortured, the 547 days he begged for his brother and mother, the 547 days that he thought he was safe only to be met with Thanos and Gamora again and again, the 547 days he tried to keep himself together, the 500 days that he kept his pride together, the 47 days that he wished for death, the 47 days that he prayed to any God that it would be over soon it doesnt make up for the 547 days of pure agony and suffering, filled with illusions, blood, broken promises and so much pain.

He must’ve froze in shock because Bruce snaps him out of it “Loki? hey?” Loki looks at Bruce trying to control his breathing then back to Gamora, Nebula and Thor, he couldn’t do it. He snapped the bracelet off his left wrist like glass, Natasha grabbed his wrist trying to stop him but he twisted her wrist causing her to fall to the floor and before anyone else could get close enough the second bracelet was gone and so was he. “what the fuck just happened” Natasha said sitting up on the floor “Thor go check your brothers room” Tony points at him Thor looks between him and Gamora obviously trying to process everything “go!” Tony yells and finally Thor listens ignoring his heartbeat in his ears “Loki wouldn’t be in his room” Steve spits “we gotta check the perimeter, ask Valkyrie to check around Asg-“

“No, Loki wants us to trust him and if that’s true then he’ll be in his room” Tony emphasizes the last part walking out past everyone to the elevator “FRIDAY check for Loki on the cameras, get back to me as soon as you find him” He doesnt look at anyone as the elevator doors close “Yes boss” FRIDAY says automatically.

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Winning Hearts

Pietro x Reader

Summary: Pietro and the Reader both have a crush on each other, but Pietro is convinced the Reader has something special with Bucky, who in reality is just her best friend.

Warnings: Just two clueless beans and a lot of fluff.

Word count: Approx 2500

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A/N: Hi my loves! This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy the fic and was what you were looking for, I set this in a party since I attempted this in a few other settings and it seemed to work better like this. Enjoy! 💕

“What are you doing?” Wanda’s voice interrupted Pietro’s glaring contest with the back of Bucky’s head, trying to get a glimpse of you in your beautiful dress you’d worn for Tony’s party. Scrambling to take a gulp of his alcoholic beverage to make it look like there was nothing going on at all, Pietro just gave her a wide eyed shrug, attempting to pass it off, but failing miserably.

Wanda sighed and looked up at her brother, unimpressed and she changed her stance, propping a hand on her hip as she arched a brow at her twin. “You were staring. Again.” She snorted. “What do you have it with Barnes? Do you like him?” Wanda teased, nudging him with her elbow and Pietro almost spat out his drink, collapsing into a coughing fit when he inhaled it instead.

“Wanda!” He shrieked, fixing her with a glare that quickly turned into a smile and a chuckle, he hadn’t expected her to come out with that. “No, I wasn’t staring at him, I had my eye on another.” He sighed longingly as he glanced over, finally getting to see you in that dress and Pietro practically turned into a puddle when he saw you. “Isn’t she beautiful?” He whispered, eyeing you with a desirous look.

Wanda was sick and tired of Pietro dancing around you without admitting any feelings when it was achingly obvious you had it bad for her brother. In fact, it was so obvious that she didn’t even feel like she might need to probe for information or use her powers to see your true intentions towards Pietro because the longing stares and heart eyes you always seemed to have around her twin was more than enough to tell Wanda you had it bad for him.

“Go and ask her to dance with you.” Wanda prodded him in the side, making Pietro flinch away and playfully wave her hands away from his sides. “Noooo.” He whined, shaking his head frantically. “Pietro, I have never seen you freeze up around a girl like this before, slather on some charm and ask her to dance.” She shoved him a little. “Nonono.” Pietro held up his hands in surrender, adamant he didn’t want to. “She’s clearly with Bucky, I mean look at them, they are always together and they look happy.” He sighed, heart aching at the thought.

It was true though, you did seem to spend an awful lot of time around Bucky. Most mornings at breakfast you spent in his presence, you drank coffee together, ran together, watched movies together, but not for the reason Pietro saw.

Wanda snorted and shook her head. “Brother, they are not together. She is so in love with you, can’t you see?” She asked. “Please, just go and ask her to dance Pietro, you won’t regret it, she’ll say yes, I know she will.” She urged.

You glanced around Bucky’s arm at the sound of Pietro wheezing and spluttering dramatically while Wanda just stared at him with an amused smirk. “What’s up with him?” Bucky asked, rolling his eyes as he turned to see the commotion. You snorted out a laugh and shook your head. “I don’t know but I feel like every time I see Pietro he ends up doing something like that.” You giggled, swivelling around to face Bucky so you didn’t cause Pietro any unnecessary embarrassment.

“That’s because you’re here, Doll. Y’know that boy gets real nervous when you’re around.” Bucky grinned like the devil and you scoffed, lazily whacking his arm. “I wish.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “There’s no way Maximoff is into me, he’s got it bad for all the girls.” You sighed and Bucky winced at your comment, obviously not realising that Pietro only ever seemed to be flirty around you, but apparently in your mind that translated to him being flirty with everyone.

“Aw, c’mon Sweetheart, you don’t really believe that do ya?” Bucky asked, trying to get you to think a little more about Pietro’s actions around you. You groaned and tilted your head back. “He flirts all the time.” You sighed and Bucky was internally screaming at this point. He wanted to grab you by the shoulders and tell you how much Pietro was clearly into you and only you and fling you at the speedster so he could get you two to admit your feelings one way or another or perhaps he’d lock you both in a closet. Yeah the latter sounded like a more plausible idea, he thought.

“Besides he’s way out of my league.” You pouted, your absurd comment about yourself breaking Bucky out of his thoughts and he stared at you, mouth agape with impending disagreement. “Excuse you Ma’am, you and I both know that ain’t true, you’re absolutely, heart stoppingly gorgeous Doll.” Bucky stated as if it was fact and you grinned like an idiot, smile faltering when you noticed the presence of someone else and you looked to the side to see Pietro, staring at you both in silence. An excruciatingly long moment passed and you stuttered on the spot, seeing the hurt in Pietro’s eyes and you reached out for him, but he disappeared into a trail of silvery blue as if he was never there to begin with.

You’re absolutely heart stoppingly gorgeous Doll. God, why had Pietro thought this was even a good idea? Why did he have to listen to Wanda? He was right, you were with Bucky and he had just made himself look like an idiot in front of you. He was pining after you but it was clearly unrequited and there was no way you’d reciprocate the feelings. Pietro was better off trying to find some of Thor’s Asgardian mead and spending the rest of the party alone in his room, away from the embarrassment he’d just caused himself.

Staring at the tankard of mead in his hands, Pietro took a couple of sips and placed it on the bedside table next to his bed, debating back and forth whether he should drink the whole lot and forget about his feelings or just go to bed. He was about to take a deep drink when a frantic knock at the door interrupted him and he paused, slamming the tankard down, mead sloshing over the side slightly.

Pietro let out a string of swear words in Sokovian and from what you could pick up from the muffled outburst in his mother tongue, you heard him tell his sister to piss off and leave him alone. “Piet, it’s me.” You called through, hoping that would convince him to at least calm down and as soon as he heard your voice he went silent. “Piet, please open the door, I just want to talk.” You spoke softly, leaning yourself against the door.

“Not now Prinţesă, enjoy the party with Barnes.” He called through the door, trying not to sound upset and utterly heart broken, but you could hear the hurt in his voice and the dismissive tone it took. That’s when it hit you like an absolute tonne of bricks. He thought you were with Bucky, that certainly explained his quick escape from the party and you sighed at yourself for being so blind.

He’d obviously overheard you and Bucky and must have thought you were together and now you really felt like an idiot. You sighed and bumped your head against the door, scolding yourself a bit before picking up the courage to speak again.

“Piet, Bucky and I aren’t a- a thing.” You tried to explain awkwardly through the door. “Nice try, Prinţesă, I heard what Barnes said to you.” He called back and you thought it so ironic that he thought Bucky was hitting on you when it was you who had needed the encouragement for feeling out of Pietro’s league.

“Oh, Piet- he said that because I’m an idiot.” You sighed, unsure how to put it into words and Pietro narrowed his eyes, giving a questioning look to the door. That made absolutely no sense at all and Pietro finally gave in and got up from sitting on the edge of the bed to let you in, perhaps explaining would be easier if there wasn’t a large division between you both.

When the door opened, you stumbled into the room, having not expected him to actually let you in and you’d still been leaning against it. Pietro quickly caught you, a chuckle escaping his lips as he held you in his arms. Clearing his throat, Pietro got you standing upright and took a step back, awkwardly shoving his hands into his suit trouser pockets.

“I fail to see how Barnes telling you that you are gorgeous is because you are an idiot, whi-which you’re not. Not an idiot, I mean, you are very beautiful.” Pietro stumbled over his words, shaking his head at himself as he dug himself even deeper into the hole you’d both created. Getting flustered at his comment, you smiled, but reminded yourself why you were here in the first place. You sighed and closed your eyes, realising you’d have to unravel the entire thing and start again and hope Pietro liked you and you could work through the strange misunderstanding.

“We aren’t together, Piet. Bucky was trying to encourage me about someone at the party I like and I felt like I was out of his league.” You skipped around admitting anything and Pietro eyed you with a perplexed look. “He was right Prinţesă. You are beautiful, you look wonderful in that dress and if you think for a second that you are out of anyone’s league, you are wrong.” Pietro hadn’t even realised quite what he’d said until he saw your reaction and your eyes widened. “You really think that?” You asked, voice softening as you shyly looked up to meet his eyes and Pietro nodded with a sweet smile.

“Yes and I think you should go and tell whoever it was at the party how you feel.” He tried to dismiss you but you stayed still in the doorway, fumbling with your words for a second before you mustered up the courage. “I can’t, he left.” You blurted out and Pietro shot you questioning look as if trying to work out if you were in fact talking about him or someone else.

“Who left, Prinţesă?” Pietro asked softly, slowly starting to catch on since you refused to move and he took a step towards you, his hand coming to rest on your bare arm with a feather light touch, so you had room and time to back out if you wanted.

Your breathing hitched under his soft touch and you struggled to meet his eyes, suddenly even more nervous and shy than you were before and you shakily lifted a hand to run your fingers up the lapels of his suit jacket. “You did, Piet.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper and Pietro’s soft expression quickly morphed into a lopsided smile.

Pietro slowly closed the gap between you, his hand running up your arm to gently brush his fingers against your cheek, thumb tracing your cheekbone as his other hand moved to rest on your waist. “Is this okay, Prinţesă mea?” Pietro whispered, his breath against your skin, his warmth soothing some of the adrenaline that rushed through you, though your heart still beat fast and you still struggled to look up into his eyes.

“Tell me if it’s okay, I will stop if you tell me to.” He assured you, fingers tilting your chin, making you look up to meet his soft blue gaze and you opened your mouth to respond, only to end up just giving him a nod when you realised you couldn’t muster the simple yes or no Pietro was asking for.

He smiled, seeing the effect he had on you and his glance flicked between your eyes and your lips, watching as you instinctively ran your tongue over them and parted them slightly, his urge to kiss you even greater than before. With one more look into your eyes, Pietro leaned down, closing the gap even further as the hand on your waist tugged you against him and his lips brushed softly against yours, meeting so subtly for a second before he dipped down fully and captured you in a sweet kiss.

His lips pressed against yours and caressed you at a lovingly slow pace. You gained the confidence to move your lips against his, searching for more of him and all of your worry and shyness seemed to melt away as you pulled yourself closer, hands meeting at the back of his neck and threading between his hair. Pietro rewarded you with a low groan that rumbled through his chest against yours and his grip on your waist tightened slightly.

Pietro pulled you slowly to the side and nudged the door to his room shut to give you some privacy from anyone who might happen the wander through the hallway. Pushing you down slowly, Pietro cradled the back of your head as he lowered you onto his bed, tongue carefully parting your lips and meeting yours in a slow and gentle caress. Butterflies blossomed in your stomach as you allowed Pietro to deepen the kiss, letting out a soft hum at the feeling of him against you, his skin on yours was intoxicating, the smell of his cologne was comforting and yet so alluring and you found yourself wanting to breathe in more of the spiced, warm chocolate scent that clung to his neck and jawline.

Slowly, he parted from you, eyes hooded with adoration and desire as he took in your slightly breathless form, laid out so delicately on his bed with a flustered look on your features, lips still parted from the kiss you had shared.

“So beautiful, Prinţesă .” He whispered, looking down at you in awe as he admired your features, eyes exploring every little detail. “So beautiful.” Pietro repeated, speaking so smoothly as he reached to hold your hands, pulling you into a sitting position so you could talk at the same level. “Will you be my Prinţesă?” He posed the question, looking deep into your soft eyes, waiting for your response.

You paused, drawing in a breath as you mulled over the wording of his question, his voice was so soft and sweet, a quality you’d only seen him share with you and Bucky’s earlier discussion with you quickly came to mind, realising Pietro really had only been flirting with you the entire time.

“I’d love to be yours, Piet.” You nodded, sharing a look of adoration and deep appreciation for one another.

Grinning at your response, Pietro took your hand and gently held it in his. “I want to enjoy tonight with you, Prinţesă mea, how about a dance on the balcony, so I can keep you all to myself and we can still enjoy the music?” He gave you a smirk, melting you with his eyes and you nodded approvingly. “That sounds perfect.” You responded with a bright smile, receiving a winning grin from Pietro.

“Come, we still have all night to have a good time.” Piet winked at you, pulling you up with him and helping you out onto the balcony before he immediately fell into step with the music you could hear from the party deck upstairs. You moved with him and giggled, delighted and relieved you were finally with Pietro. He twirled you around before pulling you back to rest against his chest.

You’d give Bucky and Wanda their satisfaction of knowing they were both right another time, but for now you were very content in the loving embrace Pietro held you in.

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hitbythunder · 3 years

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Among the Gods of Asgard -4

A dark!Thor x Reader, minor Loki x Reader story with all the drama and angst you’re craving. Including Alexander Skarsgard as Balder.

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Summary: The gods are being loved and feared in equal parts by their subjects, more the latter by the thousands of slaves working for them. Ten feet tall, powerful and immortal are the rulers of all beings within the Nine Realms. You, the daughter of an Asgardian merchant, fancy the three handsome princes of Odin - like any woman does - and dream of actually meeting them instead of watching them at public events. That is until, as a consequence of Loki’s tricks, you are being forced into slavery at the royal court. Amidst this harsh new reality, you catch the attention of the god of Thunder who then seeks to make you his alone. You are nothing but a toy, a puppet, in the god’s eyes and he will use you as he pleases.

Do not hope for mercy.

**** WARNING: dark story, manipulative Thor, heavy rape/non-con elements, no happy ending in sight

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The common baths consisted of several large basins distributed among adjacent rooms, all joined by one antechamber from which the exit lead to the rest of the palace. At this hour, the lights decorating the richly painted walls were already dimmed and the little fountains here and there turned off. Silence hung over the damp, warm rooms and the mortal girl faded perfectly in, her small figure darting through the thin mist, the faint sound of her bare feet on the cool tiles swallowed by the long skirt swirling around her legs. For a few moments she vanished inside one of the adjacent rooms, then appeared again only to hurry into another. Obviously she was searching for something in vain. Turning her pretty head from side to side, the mortal stood in the middle of the antechamber and sighed deeply in frustration, unaware of the pair of eyes resting on her, observing and scrutinizing from not too far away.

Her dress was beige, plain and just like any other maid's, with the neckline almost covering the collarbones so that there was little skin showing except her arms. The piece of cloth was held in place mainly by two bronze clasps on each shoulder and would droop like a potato bag down to her ankles if not for the thin belt around her waist. Currently she had her hands stemmed in said location, her hips leaning cheekily to the left and her bosom protruding nicely. Still searching she turned around again, presenting her backside which was worth surveying too.

Out of drunkenness, curiosity or boredom, the silent observer then decided to make his presence known before the girl had the chance to leave. An unmistakable ripple of water echoed through the many rooms as he moved his large body in the basin, cutting the mist like a knife and startling the girl. Instantly she wheeled around in the direction of the sound and narrowed her eyes to peek through the curtain of mist. The bare lights in the adjacent room hampered a clear view from afar so the girl walked a little inside, each step cautiously taken. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the blonde god sitting in the basin.

Can this night get any worse?

"Finally someone to pour me more wine!" Thor cheerfully held up his goblet, indicating for the girl to get moving, as he leaned against the edge of the basin. The foaming water covered him just up to his chest, leaving the rest above that line bare to behold. Tiny pearls of water mottled his sun-kissed skin, perfectly underlining the contour of each muscle in the dim light. In full awareness of his impressive physique, Thor looked expectantly at the girl across the basin.

Time for some fun.

Albeit with hesitation, _________ approached the god and picked up the large jug standing on the floor not too far away from the goblet it was meant to supply. It's within a large arm's reach - his reach! ________ thought sourly, her strained limbs protesting against the new effort. He seems to be in a good mood tonight but better not risk anything. With the image of the servant girl flying across the room in mind, she placed every step wisely as not to slip on the wet tiles or trip over her own feet. Luckily, the god had already emptied the jug by half – probably the source of his joyous spirits – and thus reduced the likelihood of spilling. Other dangers had evolved as a consequence, however, because Thor was mean and cruel even absent any alcohol.

The girl ignored the staring of the god as best as she could as she refilled the goblet in his hand, a strange shudder creeping up her spine. The crown-prince sensed her growing nervousness due to his presence, how she avoided to meet his intense gaze and how quickly she withdrew after pouring, creating more distance between them. It made him smirk. "It was you on the balcony the other day." he said and took a long sip, not averting his dark-blue orbs so as not to miss her reaction. Since it wasn't a question but rather a statement of known facts, ______ saw no point in denial and replied in a calm, professional fashion:

"Please forgive my blunt and disrespectful behavior, your highness! I didn-"

"Did you like what you saw?" Thor interrupted her, obviously not interested in her (boring) apologies, catching her completely off guard. Maybe he would screw out the desired reaction this way. What was she supposed to answer? The truth (It was smoking hot and kept her dreaming for over a week) or a lie (Your face looks ridiculous while fucking?). Hel no! Better come up with something in the middle.

"Well, it was pretty far away and with my myopia...I merely got the gist, your highness!"

A diplomatic and eloquent excuse, not exactly what the god had aimed for, nor what he was used from his personal slaves. Yet, come to think of it, Balder had mentioned her manners recently and how well she made up for the merchant's insolence. This new line of thoughts made the god drop the former topic and after a brief pause he spoke up again:

"My brother seems rather pleased by your services, so I have heard. But that leaves me wondering why you came to the common baths alone at this hour?" That's an easy one, just don't make some puns..._________ thought to herself as she collected some proper words.

"Prince Balder has already retired and sent me here to search for his golden bangle which appears to be missing, your highness." she replied, standing stiff like a column beside the bronze jug, a little away from the basin. The nervousness kept her fatigue at bay, but still she failed to realize what crucial detail of information had just slipped her mouth. In contrast to Thor, whose dark-blue eyes were aflame. "How fortunate..." he put the goblet down onto the tiles to his right and reached a little farther behind, grabbing something. "..that I found it earlier!" ________'s eyes widened at the sight of the bangle in the god's left hand, turning it playfully for her to behold the sparkling metal. "Imagine it was to fall into the wrong hands!" Thor's gaze traveled from the girl to the bangle and back again.Both knew he had her then - as if he hadn't had any power over her earlier. Everything ________ needed to do in order to get out of here and be finally reunited with her longed for bed, was to get that stupid bangle from the god. Easy as that.

"Please, if your highness would be as kind as to hand it to me, I could bring it to his owner!" she suggested, praying that he would agree and let her leave. "You mentioned that Balder is already sleeping, so why the hurry? Better keep me entertained some more!" The answer hit the girl like a slap across the face, her hopes destroyed, and with sagging expressions she watched as Thor put the bangle as far away as his arm would allow, impossible for her to obtain. Why can't he play nice?! As she silently cursed herself for not having considered her words earlier more wisely, the god grew impatient.

"Go on, dance for me!" His growl made her jump slightly and so she began to move, reluctantly at first - there was no music to rely on - but less so when she thought of a nice familiar tune. The sweet taste of wine flooded Thor's mouth while his other major senses were focused on the swaying hips of the maid. Again he mustered her, like he had briefly during the meeting in Loki's chambers hours ago. But this time he did so more thoroughly, his sparkling eyes raking slowly over her small body. Pretty without doubt but nothing compared to the stunning, flawless beauty of a goddess - that's what most men would conclude. But not so Thor. As the god drank in all the details of _________'s shape, every curve and every mark, he had to admit that this 'non-perfect composition' was rather attractive, even seducing. Due to the dress swirling around her, Thor had merely a vague idea of the flesh beneath and his curiosity grew with each of her alluring movements. Whether the alcohol was to blame or not, that girl had awoken something basic inside him, some deep secret desire that was finally surfacing - Thor could feel it as his mind-set switched to predator-mode. He wanted her to worship him, to beg for his attention. Suddenly he had an idea and reached behind, trading the goblet for the bangle again. At the same time, the girl had stopped dancing, her movements dying away as did the inaudible song in her ears.

"You want that, right?" A superfluous question, judging from the way the girl's eyes were glued to the bangle in his hand. Oh how he enjoyed having power over others. "Then go get it!" ________'s eyes followed the metal as it slipped through the god's loose fingers and fell into the water, sliding down to the bottom of the basin. There it lay, in front of the god, free for her to take and yet even more out of her reach than ever. For _______ had never learned to swim.

But if I get it I can leave. This might be my only chance!

Chewing on her lower lip, she weighed her options and came up with a rather risky plan: The water was too deep for her to stand, so she would jump right in and dive down to the ground, grab the bangle and push herself off with her feet to get back to the surface. In and out in one go. After inhaling deeply she jumped into the water, fully clothed and not caring that she splashed the prince. Patiently Thor waited for her to resurface, intending to keep her inside the basin with him, and he waited. And waited.

The bubbles of air above her diminished as her lungs were emptied. Actually finding the bangle on the ground hadn't been that easy and the whole plan seemed rather stupid to her, especially now that she was drowning. There was no strength left in her bones to fight, she could barely keep on holding the piece of metal. When the first spots of darkness emerged at the corners of her eyes, she suddenly felt two large hands grabbing her roughly by the upper arms, pulling her upwards and out of the water.

Coughing violently and shaking all over, ________ crouched on all fours on the edge of the basin. "Stupid girl...." Thor grumbled in annoyance as he sat down on the underwater step in front of the wet mess, one arm resting on the cool tiles and his torso twisted. This really hadn't turned out as intended. "What were you thinking?!"

The girl sat up and brushed the strands of wet hair out of her face, a cocky smile spreading between slight coughs. "I thought you wanted me to entertain you -cough-" The impending suffocation had made her lightheaded and Thor couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Tsk!"

Then he noticed the bangle in her right hand, her fingers tightly clawed around the metal. Did she just risk her life to fulfill Balder's order? What a dedicated maid... Thor wondered as he watched her regain some composure. Completely wet from the quick swim, the thin cloth of her dress was now clinging to her body like a second skin and revealing much to the beholder. Each curve, each hill, even some flesh shimmering through here and there. Thor licked across his lips, his loins stirring. This night was far from over and he needed her closer.

"Here, have a sip to calm down!" the crown-prince said as he offered her the goblet in an attempt to loosen her up. A noble gesture if not for the second thoughts.

"No, thank you, your highness... I don't drink." Of course she wouldn't take the bait just like that. "Then I order you to drink!" the god extended his arm further, bringing the goblet almost up to her mouth when she finally took it. But instead of letting go, he guided the goblet in order to ascertain that a large gulp of the expensive liquid rushed down her throat. The skin of their fingers on the metal faintly touched.

A few moments later, the wine had accomplished the desired impact and _________ truly had calmed down a bit. Not entirely, of course, because that would only be possible when she was away from the prince. Norns, she needed some decent sleep! But Thor had other plans for her. "Now that you are wet anyway, you can as well wash me!" Thor emptied the goblet in one sip and put it away for good. Then he turned towards the maid again, a wide grin plastered across his bearded face. "Regard it as compensation for saving your life!" Completely flabbergasted, but realizing that she had been given an order nevertheless, ________ stared at the god who obviously had taken a liking into teasing her. Great, absolutely great!

She had no choice but to let herself sink into the water, carefully this time so as to remain with her feet on the stone step one could sit upon. From a large bowl filled with colorful soaps standing next to the basin, ________ then took a blue one and rubbed it between her hands – the hands which were going to actually touch a god! She would have never expected that to happen in her life. As uncomfortable and out of place as she felt, the maid decided to start with the arm resting on the edge and remain as far away from the prince as possible. Thor could have burst into laughter at her naive attempts, knowing that they would be all in vain eventually. But he refrained from doing so, in fact neither of the two ushered a word and silence flooded the baths. Gently the mortal applied some foam on his massive arm, her small hands sliding over the tight biceps and triceps, then onward over the shoulder to the broad chest as far as she could reach. Thor sat still the whole time so that he wouldn't scare her away, watching her with wolfish eyes.

Compared to him she was not only small, she was tiny. Thus it would take a while for her hands to rub every spot of his body atop the water line, her warm soft palms gliding in circles across his divine flesh. But Thor wanted those hands elsewhere. Would she even be able to encompass him? Thor became very aroused by that thought and purposefully ignored the shouts of his consciousness, forgetting about them at once when he spied a pair of stiffened nipples under her wet dress. The stirring of his loins intensified. "Don't forget the rest below the water..." he ordered in a husky voice, blurred by both the wine finally affecting him and his growing arousal. Impatience hit him like a bolt when the girl hesitated to obey, her bright eyes full of doubt and shock. "T-this is profoundly inappropriate, your highness!" "I don't care about etiquette!" He rumbled. With some effort, the god ripped his gaze from her bosom to meet her eyes, pleased by the obvious blush and the fear he found on her face. Still she didn't move and so Thor suddenly grabbed her right hand with his and guided the way down. A growl escaped the god and the crimson on _______'s cheeks flamed up upon reaching the desired goal. Inappropriate or not, Thor was rock hard and throbbing.

"Are you refusing me?" the god grumbled when he felt her hand slightly retreating from his flesh, his own hand still keeping hers in place. ______ shook her head, swallowed hard and began to slide her hand along his shaft. Thor let go of her hand then and relaxed fully against the edge of the basin. Since there was too much of him for one hand alone, the girl soon used her other too and even then she barely reached around his girth. Thor was on fire. “Good girl...” Her cool breath on his heated skin did little to soothe the flames of desire within him, on the contrary, he only wanted her to be closer. So he put his right hand on her back and pushed, forcing her to lean a little bit further across his lap as she knelt beside him. Most of her body was under water now, but Thor explored her backside with his hand, squeezing and rubbing the soft flesh in a possessive manner. She was so delicate, so fragile under his touch and Thor knew that he could break her at a whim. Like a toy in his mighty hands. Those slim hips he felt were teasing him, quickening his imagination about her womanly treasure – how wet it would be, how hot and tight. A violent shudder of pure lust rushed through the god. The delightful tension was overwhelming as _______ continued to pump him, her slender hands sliding along his thick shaft.

“Faster!” Thor wasn't able to say more as his apex dawned upon him, threatening to wash over him like a grand wave during a tempest. Longing for the final moment, the god reached over with his left hand and cupped her deeply flushed face. Without effort he forced her to look at him, her eyes widened and watery, while his thumb parted her moist lips to invade her pretty little mouth and fill it. Like I would elsewhere...

Thor came with a loud grumble, his whole body contracting as the hot squirts diffused with the water. Overwhelmed and utterly succumbing to the bliss, his eyes fell shut as he rolled his head back. That was exactly when the mortal slipped off.

#dark!Thor x reader #loki x reader #among the gods of asgard #fanfic #manipulative!thor #romance and drama #thor x reader

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magicmastered · 5 years

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Loki Was Trying to Lose

The theory that Loki was subtly trying to lose to the Avengers is quite a popular one, for good reason. There’s quite a chunk of evidence to support it. Loki’s actions—and lack thereof— throughout Avengers (2012) make very little sense otherwise; they certainly don’t make sense if he was trying to actually take over the planet.

Loki can mind-control people with his scepter. He could turn anyone to his side at all. You’d think this would provide an incredible advantage. If he wanted to win, he would’ve pressed this advantage wherever possible. However....

Based on his spying, Loki would know that Fury would be the head of any effort to stop him from stealing the Tesseract or taking over Earth. But he doesn’t do anything to prevent Fury from getting that far. He doesn’t kill or mind-control Fury. If he’d done the former, he could’ve stopped the Avengers from forming at all. If he’d done the latter, he could’ve had Fury send the Avengers in all the wrong directions, made them look terrible, destroy their heroic image, and tear them apart. It’d be a wonderful opportunity, and all but insure his victory. Yet, he doesn’t.

He has the opportunity to mind-control Steve when they fight. He could pin Steve down in Stuttgart and use the scepter. He could’ve tried mind-controlling Thor when Thor was still down from the stab on Stark Tower. He could’ve tried a different angle with the scepter on Tony to bypass the arc reactor, or use whatever he did to Erik Selvig in the credits scene from Thor (2011). Any one of those could’ve significantly influenced the outcome of his invasion. They would’ve been smart moves; with any one of them fighting for him, Loki would’ve won the Battle of New York. But he doesn’t add them to his own forces.

Actually, there’s more about the scepter than that. The gem in the scepter, the thing that provides the whole ability to mind-control, is the Mind Stone. An Infinity Stone. One of the six cosmic entities that’s been around longer than the universe. These things are a BIG DEAL.

And yet, apparently a non-enhanced, non-mutant human can defy it. I’m talking about Erik Selvig. When he’s making the portal to let in the Chitauri, he apparently resists the control of an Infinity Stone enough to make a back-door way to shut the portal down. That makes approximately no sense. An ordinary human should not be able to resist one of the six most powerful forces in the universe. Even if he did, wouldn’t the guy using the Infinity Stone notice? So, how did he do it? It’d be a lot easier if Loki wanted a quick way to shut the portal down, or wasn’t opposed to it at the very least.

Additionally, why would Loki just drop the scepter so close to the portal generator? Why would he leave it there after that? He could just steer the Chitauri skiff/whatever it’s called back to the tower and pick it up again. It’s not like him to panic and then completely forget that his main weapon exists for the rest of the battle. It makes a lot more sense if that’s where he wanted the scepter to be—right where it was needed most.

Loki canonically has the ability to teleport. It’s stated in Thor: Heroes and Villains in his list of powers and abilities. It’s kind of implied in Thor (2011) as his method of getting to Earth, seeing as no one else seems to know about that visit. Yet he never uses it in this movie. He could’ve escaped Steve and Tony in Stuttgart. He could’ve made off while Thor, Tony, and Steve were fighting in the woods. He could’ve gotten out of his cell in the Helicarrier easily. He wouldn’t have needed Clint and his more voluntary underlings to let him out. (I’ll get back to this later.) He could’ve seriously teleported around to every single Avenger (except Bruce) and killed them on the spot if he so chose. He could’ve even done it publicly, like in the Battle of New York. Why doesn’t he use one of his most powerful abilities? Doesn’t he want to win?

Actually, Loki hardly uses any of his non-physical powers to his advantage. All we get of them are illusions in Stuttgart and the Helicarrier. He also has the following magical abilities:

Teleporting (as I just mentioned)

Shape-shifting

Mind manipulation without directly using the scepter

Telekinesis

Enough other magic to overpower Odin single-handedly

And he uses none of it. None! Shapeshifting alone would be a very powerful tool. He could stand in as anyone. He could fake being an Avenger to further drive them apart. Wasn’t splitting them up from the inside the sort of thing he was going for anyway? Why wouldn’t he use something like this? The non-scepter mind manipulation would also be helpful for dividing the Avengers. If they can’t tell who’s on their side and who’s not, how can they stick together enough to make a coherent plan to stop him? Wouldn’t his other magic be helpful as well? If his other powers are enough to overpower Odin, why wouldn’t he use them in the physical battles with Tony, Thor, or the Hulk? Does he want to get knocked around or something? No way would he spontaneously forget all his powers. Is he deliberately holding back? He kind of has to be....Why would he do that if he actually wanted to win, take over Earth, and give Thanos the Tesseract?

That’s not even the only way he’s holding back. He had the opportunity to kill three Avengers with the abilities he did display. First it’s in Stuttgart. When he’s fighting Steve, he puts the blunt end of the scepter to the back of Steve’s neck to hold him down. If he’d used the blade end right there, or even used one of his knives, he could’ve killed Steve. One less member of the opposition. Next, in Stark Tower, he grabs Tony by the neck and throws him out of the window, leaving Tony enough air and time to deploy his suit to save him. Loki’s far stronger than any human; he could’ve simply broken Tony’s neck or stabbed him, and Tony would’ve had no time to call his suit. Finally, when he’s fighting Thor on the tower, he sticks Thor in the gut with a tiny knife. Thor doubles over for several seconds. Loki has more than enough time to move in with the scepter’s longer blade and stab him again in the back, or shove him over and get to his heart. And yet he simply stands there and waits for Thor to recover. He stands there, letting Thor rush him and body-slam him. Without even one of those three the Battle of New York would’ve been far harder to win, if it was still possible at all.

Loki personalized all of his attacks. He gives every single one of the Avengers a personal reason to fight him. Every single one of them. If he wanted to demoralize them, why would he give them more reason to fight him than before?

I said I’d get back to Clint going to the Helicarrier to get Loki out. We’ve already established that Loki’s perfectly capable of getting out himself via teleportation. So why would he need Clint (or anyone) to come inside the Helicarrier? It’d make perfect sense to have Clint and his other underlings wreak havoc from outside the Helicarrier and destroy the propellers. That wouldn’t risk anyone on his side getting killed, or captured and turned against him. Which is exactly what happens to Clint. Nat knocks him in the head, freeing him from the scepter’s influence and leaving Clint with a very personal reason to join the fight against Loki.

Next there’s Steve. Loki knows about Steve through Clint. He knows that Steve just recently (in Steve’s perception) fought a war with Germany, mostly against someone who made deluded speeches—someone who wanted to take over the world. That’s Steve’s idea of people who want to take over the world, people he needs to stop. What does Loki do in Germany? He makes a deluded speech, which so happens to follow Thanos’ minions values (thus further convincing the Other of his loyalty) publicly, so it’ll be seen—so Steve will notice. When Steve shows up, he smiles.

Next there’s Nat. Loki knows about Nat through Clint as well. He knows what she’s done. He also knows how she operates—by allowing men to underestimate her. That’s her vision of someone who she needs to fight. He fulfills this vision. He manipulates her guilt about her crimes. He threatens someone she cares about. He uses a gendered slur.*

Then it’s Bruce. Clint’s told Loki about him. Bruce hates to be manipulated. He hates and fears losing control of the Hulk. What does Loki do? He manipulates events around Bruce. He makes it as obvious as possible—when the SHIELD agents escort him past the room Bruce is in, he turns and smirks dramatically in Bruce’s direction. He brings up Bruce in his conversation with Fury. And then Nat catches him referring to Bruce during their talk. This stresses Bruce out enough on its own; things get worse when Loki’s rescue part attack, which triggers a Hulk-out.

And then there’s Thor. Loki waits by the Hulk-cage. Obviously Thor would come for him; Thor doesn’t want any more humans to get hurt. Loki traps Thor inside the Hulk-cage. He moves to drop Thor out of the Helicarrier. That might do it. But it then he realizes Coulson’s there. We know Loki could see/hear some of what the Destroyer saw/heard back in Thor (2011) (otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to respond to Thor’s blanket apology). He presumably recognizes that Coulson is someone Thor’s had contact with. What more certain way to turn Thor more fully against him than killing someone Thor’s met in front of him?

Finally it’s Tony, who Clint also told Loki about. Tony’s about as tolerant of being manipulated as Loki’s become in recent years; that is to say, not at all. So Loki goes for a strike where Tony lives. He may or may not know that Tony’s had contact with Coulson as well. If not, it certainly wouldn’t hurt Tony’s drive to fight. If so, it’d be excellent fuel. But anyway, out of all the places he could’ve chosen—out of all the power sources in the world—he chooses Tony’s tower. He strikes right at Tony’s home.

Actually, it’s not just Tony’s home. Steve lives in the area as well. That’s a third of the Avengers. Why New York? NYC isn’t the capitol of any state or country. Wouldn’t it make more sense to go for a capitol—if it has to be in America, Washington D.C., or something. Anything that’d at least have a government to surrender, which could spare him the effort of having to invade the rest of the country. A “surrender or the city gets leveled” would certainly be more effective than trying to invade every single city on the planet. Given his reaction when he finally seems to really see the damage being done...

...we can pretty safely assume that he doesn’t want to invade every city on the planet. And yet Loki attacks NYC with no attempt to figure out if he’s actually making any headway in taking over Earth. That does not sound like the strategy of someone who’s even trying to win.

But why would he betray Thanos? That’s a huge risk. Why would he do it?

There are a couple reasons. Either or both would be viable.

1. Because Thanos and the Black Order were utter sadists to him, and he’s getting back at them by getting their army destroyed, losing their most powerful resource, and having the thing they sent him for in the first place taken out of reach while being dragged off to what’s probably the safest place for him in the universe.

2. Because Thanos and co. want the Tesseract to help kill half the universe, and so giving Thanos what he wants is a terrible idea. Loki wouldn’t want half the universe getting killed—odds are, that’d include Thor or Frigga—and so he does what he can to stop it right under Thanos and the Others’ noses.

So, besides the fact that Marvel will confirm this about never, this theory has a lot going for it.

(*that’s my in-universe interpretation, anyway.)

Any thoughts?

@fyrecrafted @blueeyedjaguar @lokiloveforever

@alstee I think you said you were interested?

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frickyeahfanfic · 5 years

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LATE-NIGHT ENCOUNTER (loki one-shot)

pairing: Loki X Reader

word count: 1.8K (ONE SHOT)

warnings: none

summary: A NOSTALGIA FANFICTION - ok so if you’ve read Shoulder Angel, this is basically the same setting, except you’re paired with Loki. - The reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and has had temporary housing arrangements at the Stark Tower. Loki is one to catch your eye... that darned couch....

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It was a month into staying at the Stark Tower, and the construction in your apartment was nowhere near coming to an end. Missions had slowed down, but you were kept busy with many tasks.

Boring tasks.

Impossible tasks.

You were in a meeting, somewhat distracted by the notifications on your computer when you got the worst task. There had been a heist at some obscure museum, and old documents were stolen. They were written in some unknown language, but obviously caused some suspicion to S.H.I.E.L.D. When asked to translate the documents and type them onto a file, you complied without thinking twice. And on the way back to the Stark Tower, you looked at the folder in your hands with confusion. Wait, what am I supposed to do with this?

Later, you received an email from the lead agent, with some websites to help translate the documents. But they were no use, the language had no clear roots, and was probably an alien language.

You cried out in agony from the couch and sank deeper into the cushions.

“What?” Steve Rogers laughed. Some of the Avengers were busy eating their dinner, free from all worries.

“I still don’t have a lead for these stupid documents!” You exclaimed.

They ignored you and went on with their dinner. They probably had faith that you could figure it out like you always did.

Their voices trampled over your thoughts and kept distracting you, so you closed your laptop and trudged to your room.

It was no better there. You kept yawning, eyes fluttering. It was getting somewhat late, and your position on your bed was probably not helping. As you propped up more pillows, you sighed and looked over the documents one more time.

It was no use.

Hunger was becoming more prevalent in your stomach so you got off your bed in search of a snack, or a three-course meal. Of course, you couldn’t find any of the sorts in your room, so you started a mission back down to the lounge area, taking your things with you.

As you started down the dimmed hallway, a figure was walking towards you. You narrowed your bleary eyes until you realized it was Loki, the trickster god. He was clad in “casual clothes,” a daring leather look that was far from casual on this planet.

You’ve had plenty of encounters with him in the Stark Tower, and often wondered why he was kept around because of all the trouble he caused. Thor practically promoted him to an Avenger and kept Loki in check. Thor just wanted the best for Loki, and a little social interaction couldn’t hurt.

Your encounters with him were short but memorable. He always seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, and you gave the same attention back. Sometimes you asked about his past, or what he was up to at the moment, but he often turned the attention back to you, to keep you talking. And whenever you saw him again, there was a little strain on your chest. Perhaps it was just nerves from knowing the destruction he could bring, but maybe it was something else. After a while, you found yourself longing for his presence, but never really could find the courage to follow through with your desires.

Loki lifted his head when he saw you coming. He didn’t stop walking but slowed down as you were near him. You tried to look busy, but when Loki was right by your side, it clicked.

“Loki,” you say as you grab his wrist. His arm was ice cold, like grabbing a metal can out of a fridge. He looked down at the contact, somewhat surprised. But he didn’t try to move away.

“Yes, Agent Y/L/N?”

You quickly pull your hand away. “Do you… perhaps know a lot of languages?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I need some help. Can you see if you can translate something for me?” You asked, turning back towards the elevator. He mimed your motion and waited as you pulled the old sheets of paper from your folder. Loki’s face tightened as he peered at the foreign letters, and softened as he began to read out loud.

“You can read it!” You exclaim, practically jumping for joy.

He tried not to giggle at you. “It’s Velzid. Learned it as an elective.”

“Come on,” you said as you tug his sleeve, starting towards the door.

“If you say so,” he muttered. Loki wasn’t complaining because after all, he had been heading to your room anyways to talk to you.

Bruce was the only one in the lounge area, eating some ice cream by the freezer. He looked up at the promenade, you and Loki, and went back to eating his late-night dessert.

You plopped down on the couch and opened your computer as Loki took a careful seat by you, keeping a fair distance between the two of you. He wish he had sat closer.

“Okay, you can read it now,” you said, shifting your body so the couch melted around you.

Loki started reading, but he was reading too fast and your thin fingers couldn’t keep up.

“Wait, wait can you read that part again?”

“Do you need me to read slower?” He asked sincerely, looking over at you. You caught his blue eyes for a moment before stuttering.

“Uh, yeah, yes. Starting from ‘we now declare’”.

He did as you asked. His voice was clear and deep, smooth and… sexy? That was the only way to describe it. As he read whatever was on the documents, you tried desperately to cling to his words, to have his voice imprinted in your head forever.

Yes, you had noticed he had a nice voice before, but after a few minutes of sitting next to him, you were pulled into the rhythm of his speech, your breathing falling in sync with his.

Occasionally he would sneak glances at you while you typed a sentence, praying every time that you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t for a while.

You were so caught up with typing that you hadn’t noticed the change in distance between you and him until your neck cramped up and you bumped into him as you tried to position yourself better. The two of you were now side by side on the couch. Your face grew hot and you tried to play it cool and shift away, but the couch sank deeper with the weight of you too. As you helplessly squirmed and tried to find a comfortable position without leaning on him, Loki lifted his arm that was pressed to your side and wrapped it around your shoulder.

“There,” he said, adjusting his body so that you could lean partway on his chest.

When you settled back, his arm cushioned your neck and relieved the pain. You could feel him breathing deeply, probably trying to calm his own nerves of the awkward situation.

“Thanks,” you could barely say, pushing the screen of your laptop to see it better.

There were only a few pages left of the documents. You felt more relaxed in your new position, with Loki’s arm around you. Banner had left the kitchen, so it was only you two in the area. It was probably risky to be with the God of Mischief, but the only mischief he was up to was flirting with a pretty girl. And you felt completely safe with him, his stiff arm now molding to your shoulders, right hand resting confidently on your bicep.

“And with this statement, we conclude that this planet is useless. Ending statement 13,067,” Loki finished, resting the documents on his lap. You quickly typed the last words and waited for the next sentence.

When he didn’t say anything, you spoke. “Is that it?”

He picked up the papers again and quickly examined the front and the back of the stack. “Yes, that’s all. Unless you have any more,” he suggested.

You shook your head and closed your laptop. The underside of the computer was blazing hot from being on so long and was hurting your legs, so you set it to the side. You folded your arms and nestled into Loki’s side more, making his heartbeat fast again. He was so nervous.

“I’m tired,” you laughed, eyes struggling to stay open.

Loki had no idea what to do or what to say. He had a reputation for having a silver tongue, but at this very moment, his mind betrayed him.

“Well, I ought to be tired too, I mean, I’m tired too and we ought to go to bed,” he stammered.

He was cringing in his head, wanting the couch to devour him whole after his statement.

To his amazement, you giggled, your hiccupy laughs ringing in his ears like bells.

“You are tired,” you said quietly now, letting your eyes fall shut.

Loki chuckled. “Yes. It’s nearly midnight and you have an early morning.”

How did he know you had to be up early? It was written on your calendar, but you hadn’t told anyone. Oh well, you didn’t care.

“Oh Loki, how did you know?” you mumbled, now drifting off. Your thoughts became swirly and his voice was so distant now, and you could barely cling on for much longer.

“I-erm, saw your calendar,” he stumbled. “It was on your computer.”

You were fast asleep now as he rambled for a moment more.

“Y/n?” He asked quietly to see if you were awake but hoping you’d stay unconscious.

What was he going to do now? Should he just stay here and let you sleep? Should he bring you back to your room?

Loki decided on the latter and carefully scooped you into his arms. You stirred slightly, but your eyes stayed shut as he carried you back to your room.

As he laid you down on your messy sheets, he saw your phone beside your bed and remembered the meeting you had in the morning. He took it and set an alarm so you wouldn’t sleep in through your meeting.

“Loki?”

He inhaled sharply. Your voice startled him.

“Yes?” he said, standing by your bed.

Your eyes were barely open, and your arms were outstretched towards him. You wiggle your fingers, signaling him to lean down. As he bent over, he braced himself on your bed frame.

You grab his face with your outstretched hands and pull him into a kiss.

Loki’s eyes were wide open, blinking in surprise. But as you held his cheeks he slowly closed them, arms now bracing either side of your pillow.

After a few moments of the lovely, slow rhythm, you broke away and smiled up at him, hands still on his cheeks.

“Goodnight Loki,” you sighed sleepily.

He was beaming. “Goodnight y/n.”

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The Support System (Ch: 7)

SUMMARY: The Avengers have managed to collect all the infinity stones across the universe, and are currently keeping them in far corners of the world, only for research and to see if they can improve the planet and its people. Reader is a researcher with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as well as a field agent. Loki is currently serving time for his actions in New York City in 2012.

A/N: Find this chapter on AO3 here. This chapter has less Loki, only because I want to get a sense of Y/N’s character without Loki around. But dw, the next chapter will have Loki :)

AO3: The Support System Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: N/A Audience: general.

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CHAPTER 7:

You do manage to arrive in Dubai at night time, and it looks every bit as breath-taking as you expected.

After landing, the door is popped open by the hostess and a man walks in with a clipboard, wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D windbreaker. You see to your surprise that it’s a familiar face. ‘Fury!’ you exclaim.

He nods at you and takes a seat. ‘Right, they’re all based in International City, which is quite a drive from here’.

‘International City?’ Clint asks. ‘Yeah, they have sectors of houses and shops within it, all built to represent different countries of the world’ you provide.

‘Looks like you got yourself a tour guide, then’ Nick points at you with his clipboard. ‘You are tourists, nothing more. You’re staying at the Premiere Inn. It’s not fancy, doesn’t have to be. It has to be close to where they are. They’re expecting visitors from London tonight, and meeting at a club in the middle of Dubai, but there will be no arms exchanges there. However, to be sure, I will be there with my team. The rest of you will be stationed in disguise in and around the China cluster, where we are expecting it to go down. Don’t go heavy on the equipment, take what’s quick, light and effective. These things happen in public there, so let’s keep casualties to a minimum’ he stands up, ‘you’ll be taking a tour bus to the hotel, I suggest you all change out of your gear, and then get your stuff in the bus. You’ll hear more from Stark later’ he salutes the group and leaves the flight.

The group, everyone except for Nat, Clint, and Thor, are in awe.

‘He is SO COOL’ one of the agents exclaim. ‘I know; he just saunters in with all that swagger…’ another agent gushes. ‘Alright then’ Clint says, rolling his eyes. ‘Change, let’s move’.

You’ve laid out all the weapons you got for the mission out on your bed. A proper arsenal. Nat’s bed looks the same, knives, tazers, blasters, guns and various other things strewn across her bed.

‘Okay, when we say light… how light are we talking?’ ‘Anything we can conceal under a dress or a jacket’. ‘So these are out’ you sigh, throwing your katanas to the back of the bed, disappointed. ‘We're fighting men, not alien monsters, you can't use those' she says, chuckling. 'Let me dream, Nat'. You pick up another weapon. ‘If I wear a trench coat, I can take the Chitauri M4’. ‘I don’t know how people perceive trench coats here, but I give you my blessing’.

She grabs a small silver and blue handgun, which you recognise as being another Chitauri weapon that blasts an incapacitating screech in the direction it is pointed, rendering the victim completely helpless.

You decide on a C M4, a few knives concealed in your jeans and socks, your trusty Vibranium gloves, and two guns that Stark made which never run out of bullets.

Then you wait.

Dubai sure is glamorous, but the spot you’ve all been assigned sure isn’t.

Of course, arms dealers aren’t trying to bring attention to themselves either.

You’ve stationed the ten people under you to various spots around the area, and are sitting in an outdoor coffee shop with Sam, overlooking where the exchange is expected to happen.

‘Got eyes on the entrance?’ Nat asks over the comm. ‘Yeah. I got a guy at the entrance pretending to wait for an Uber’. ‘Copy that. Nick said they’re on their way here, so any second now’.

You lean back in your chair and take a sip of your coffee.

‘How do you know so much about this place?’ Sam asks. ‘I used to live here’ you say. ‘Spent about five years here with my family before moving to New York three years ago’. ‘How was it?’ ‘Amazing’ you smile. ‘Gets hot as hell, but the winters are fantastic. And it’s so safe’. ‘Are you forgetting why we’re here’ he motions to the building across the street. ‘Well, I mean it’s one of those cities where women can stay alone and no harm comes to her. You can walk the streets alone at night and people don’t approach you. You can leave your laptop out in a coffee shop to visit the bathroom, and no one touches your shit’.

Sam looks sceptical.

‘You telling me no one even messes with your shit?’ ‘Yup’. ‘Are people just honest or do they assume they have more money than you anyway?’ ‘Wow, probably the latter’ you laugh. ‘Heads up, we got incoming’ you hear Clint on the comms. ‘Hey, where’s Thor?’ you ask. ‘You mean Dr. Donald Blake?’ Sam points at a guy in glasses across the street, leaning on his umbrella.

‘Pulling up at my 9 o’clock’ the guy you stationed to “wait for an Uber” says.

Three black Nissan Patrol Platinums pull up to the entrance.

‘When we moving in?’ Sam asks, ‘We can’t see past those cars’. ‘I do not have eyes on them. Clint?’ Nat says. ‘I see them' Clint replies, 'move on my signal’.

You set your coffee down and position yourself to stand up any second.

The cars drive away, and you see a group of men, dressed quite casually, cross the street and head to the coffee shop where you’re sitting.

‘Hold it’ Clint says.

They sit down and order some coffees. And you notice the other patrons of the coffee shop get up and leave as soon as they order their coffees.

‘Okay… what’s happening’ Thor says. ‘Obviously these guys know something we don’t’ you say. ‘The whole street has cleared’ Nat observes. ‘So it’s just us and them? Yeah, not suspicious at all’ Sam cracks. ‘Let’s move in now’. ‘I don’t see any weapons. We aren’t moving till we see arms’ Nat says.

Sam leans back in his chair, but you keep your position.

‘They may not take out any if they see us’ you point out. ‘They know of four people watching them’.

You take a deep breath and stand up. ‘Send a black sedan for the agent across the street in five seconds. Thor, move out’. Sam stands up with you and you walk down the street.

You’ve left a microphone at the table where you were sitting, which is able to pick up audio from the next table.

They have a discussion in a foreign language.

‘He just asked him to check the surrounding buildings’ Nat says. ‘Are you in there?’ you ask. ‘You know you can't ask me that’.

You sigh and lean against the wall, waiting.

After ten minutes of complete silence, Nat’s voice comes on the comms. ‘I see the weapons, we’re moving in. Two of you, move in from the east’.

‘Copy that’ you remove the C M4 you’ve been hiding under the coat and grin. ‘Finally, baby’. ‘You know; the love you have for weapons that tear people apart kinda turns me on’ Sam says. ‘I bet it does’ you wink. ‘Let’s go’.

Oh, do bad guys never learn.

You take a look of the aftermath of the fight and laugh to yourself. You strap the C M4 back in and cover it with your coat. Stark foundation is already on the scene cleaning up the mess, and the cops have arrived to arrest the dealers. No casualties since the street was clear... well, except for the arms dealers themselves.

After some negotiating between Fury and the cops, Fury manages to get full custody of the weapons to ship back to New York. Nat walks up to you. ‘Are you sure you don’t need to see a therapist?’

‘What’ ‘You were enjoying yourself a bit too much’ she points out. ‘Damn, there’s nothing wrong with that’ Sam defends you. ‘I’m fine, I just like a good fight, is that bad?’ ‘I guess not’ she looks at you up and down again, then walks back. ‘Anyone injured?’ you call out.

You get No’s as a response and officially call the mission a complete success.

‘Can we not stay for a day?’ you ask Fury, on the way back to the hotel. 'We're ahead of schedule'. ‘I would say yes, but Stark is impatient to open up his new toys, and says he promised you and Romanoff a crack at it first’. ‘Right…’ suddenly you no longer care about staying a day. ‘We’re cleaning up faster than expected’ Fury says. ‘Usually we just watch for about two days and then move in, but I got here first so this one went quick. You’re on your own in Hong Kong’. ‘Thanks Fury’ you smile at him. ‘For all your help’. ‘No problem. I’ll see you around’ he lets you off at the hotel. The rest get down and head to their rooms. ‘At least we spend the night in beds that aren’t flying’ Maria says.

Everyone agrees as they enter, say their goodnights, and retire for the night.

The operations in Hong Kong, as promised by Fury, takes longer.

Nat, Clint and a few other agents were doing surveillance while you stayed in the stakeout van reading your papers for two days. No reason you can’t get ahead with the stones while you wait.

You hoped to have a breakthrough while sitting in that stuffy van with four other agents. None. You couldn’t even contact Stark to see how far he had gotten, but you suspected that it already took a lot of his energy not to pop open the crates with the weapons and go nuts, so maybe he hasn’t actually done anything about the stones.

Day 3 in Hong Kong, Day 5 of the mission: Nat enters your van.

‘They’ve already made the sale, so we have to split up’. ‘Can we do that?’ you put your papers aside. ‘Won’t we fall short?’ ‘We don’t have time to strike them separately, they can easily alert each other. It has to be tonight, and we have to split up’.

You nod, understanding.

‘I’ll go with Clint and Hill and 10 agents, Sam and you can lead the other 10. I’ll get the dealers, you get the clients’. ‘Who gets Thor?’ ‘Um…’

You can’t split Thor. And both of you need Thor, in case there is some sort of alien tech humans can’t touch.

‘You can take Thor’ you offer. ‘No, that’s fine, you take him, and we’ll wait for him to clean up with you and come to us’. ‘That’ll take too long, I have my Vibranium gloves, I’ll handle our clean-up’. ‘We don’t know if Vibranium can withstand the…’ ‘Why don’t we toss for it?’ you take out a coin. ‘Heads, you get Thor, tails, I don’t get Thor’. ‘Do you think I’m stupid’.

You grin. ‘Seriously take Thor. If it turns out I can’t use the gloves, I’ll hold the fort down till Thor comes to us’.

‘Fine’ she gives you a small salute and proceeds to leave. ‘My crew will move out in fifteen to their base, you stay here. The clients are right in this hotel…’ she points outside. ‘We strike at the exact same time’.

‘We’re in position, where you at?’ Clint asks over the comms. ‘Um. Yeah, we can't move in right now’. you say. ‘What? Why?’ ‘Oh I don’t know, maybe because there’s a wedding happening!’ you roll your eyes. ‘There’s too many people in there’. ‘Do you see the clients?’ Nat asks. ‘Coffee shop. They’ve left the bags behind the counter though’.

Nat lets out an irritated sigh. ‘The dealers will move out any minute, we don’t have time to lose’. ‘Well, I can’t move in with a troop of 10 men with guns while there’s a wedding happening’ you say. ‘No worries’ Sam says. ‘I got ya’ll’ he winks at you. ‘I can practically hear Sam wink’ Nat says. ‘What is it’.

Sam removes a cylindrical object from his pocket, similar to the dealer boss in Queens.

‘You took the force field activator!’ you exclaim. ‘Sam…’ Clint warns. ‘We’re gonna discuss this later’ Nat says. ‘We’re moving in right now’.

You wave your hand and let your crew out of the van. Your agents move out from the other surveillance vans and all enter the lobby in formation.

The clients have taken notice of the group move into the coffee shop, and they all stand up, cocking their guns.

Sam moves in before you, holding the force field activator behind his back. ‘Don’t make this difficult man’ he says.

‘I think it’s going to be difficult for you’ one of them say. ‘There’s a wedding happening in the hall across from this coffee shop, you wouldn’t want those many casualties, would you?’

In response, Sam smashes the activator on the ground, pushing a shield around the agents and the clients. One of the clients shoot, and Sam ducks, causing the bullet to ricochet off the shield and bounce back to hit the guy who shot it.

‘Smart move, jackass’ Sam laughs.

The clients charge, one of them yelling for someone to secure the bag with the weapons, but you’re already behind the counter.

‘Hi!’ you tell the man who tries to grab the bag, and hit his nose with the butt of your gun. He falls back, his nose bleeding.

‘Oh damn, I’m sorry, I know how much that sucks, I had a chronic nose bleed problem as a child’ you quip, dragging him behind the counter by his right leg. He kicks you in the stomach, screaming. 'But I wasn’t a little bitch about it’ you aim your gun at his head. He stops and glares at you. ‘Good boy, I’m gonna tie you up now’.

‘A little help?’ Sam yells, holding off two goons.

You stand up after having tied the guy and throw two silver balls at their torsos.

They scream and drop to the ground, sparks all over their body. ‘Oh shit no!!' you exclaim, 'I had something better, okay, next time you need a hand, call me’.

Sam gives you a thumbs up without even questioning it and runs off to help the other agents.

‘Listen, I’m gonna go help my friends’ you tell the guy tied and gagged behind the counter. ‘If you cooperate, I’ll put in a good word for… oh wait, you’re a terrible person. Never mind’ you jump over the counter, and in one swift motion, push yourself off with your hands and drop kick a goon.

‘Oy! Get this asshole’ Sam yells, motioning to a guy he’s holding by the throat. ‘You have the situation under control’ ‘Yes, but I wanna see what you got’

You grin and take out a little metallic disc from your pocket. ‘Drop him’ you say. Sam obliges.

You throw the disk at the man, and as soon as it touches him, a cage forms around his torso, extending to his arms, forcing them behind him. The metal extends to around his legs, forcing him to kneel on the floor, and finally, a slab of metal clangs around his mouth so he can’t talk.

‘DAMN what the hell is that’ Sam clearly looks impressed. ‘Little gift from Strange. He used it on Kaecilius’ you grin. ‘It used to be bigger, Stark made the whole cage sit in a tiny disc’. ‘I don’t know who the Kae dude is, but that’s dope as hell, I want one’.

Another mission wrapped up, and two days before the expected date!

The flight back is relatively chill. You were expecting celebrations and drinks and singing, looking forward to it almost, but this vibe is not bad either. There’s some soft lounge music playing in the background while everyone reads, writes, is in conversation, or just looking out the window. You, as usual, sit across from Nat, who is trying to sleep before landing in New York in the morning. You can’t seem to fall asleep though, so you decide to sit with some research papers.

An hour in, and you realise your heart’s not in it, in fact you’re even a little sick of it. You take out your TV from the armrest and watch an older episode of Doctor Who, almost missing Loki sitting next to you asking questions. You had gotten into the habit of giving his palms a little massage while engrossed in the show, so you start massaging your own as you watch the shenanigans of the Doctor unfold.

Five more hours before you land in New York. You put the TV away and look around for anyone awake to talk to. Everyone is tired out and asleep, so you pull your blanket up to your chin and try to sleep too.

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Sweater Weather Part One

Sweater Weather

Hey everyone here is the next series I’m working on, mostly inspired by how %#$@ hot it has been here in Kansas (And everywhere else, the world is on fire). This story takes place over the course of a weekend (I know, I like weekend worst case scenarios okay? Leave me be), so it’ll probably be 5-6 parts. Hope you like it!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: Hard R

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Slow(ish) burn. Lots of pining

Words: 3,476

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own.Also her friend Kate isn’t mine either, she’s based after a very close fantastic friend. Enjoy!

Part one

“You just had to get the apartment on the top floor with an out of order elevator?”

You dropped the last box labeled “Kitchen” haphazardly on the floor, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you turned to watch Pepper Potts shut the door behind her comment.

“You were the one who wore heels today, dear cousin. And besides, the movers did most of the work.” You stared pointedly at her, before bringing your eyes to sweep over the piles of boxes that filled your apartment. A sea of cardboard that came with the faint scent of permanent marker and small notes of your truck’s air freshener flooded the small hallway and living room areas. The floors were bare otherwise, you not having any furniture at the present moment. “You should also know the elevator will be fixed this weekend while I’m out at the compound catching up with everyone.”

“Doesn’t help our damn case now though does it?” The redhead complained while looking at her tired feet.

“But did you die though?” You raised an eyebrow, turning back to look down the hall. “I just gotta pack a bag for the weekend and then we can head out. You sure it’s going to be ok? Me going out there and all?”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper looked confused at your sudden question, shaking her head and grabbing your shoulders. “Tony is going to be so excited to see you! No one has seen you since the wedding! Not to mention these team building weekends never really get anything accomplished.” You giggled as you waded through the boxes to your mostly empty room, shuffling boxes as you looked through ones with “clothes” written hastily across them in doctor worthy handwriting.

“I should change. It’s hot as fuck outside.” You muttered, opting to switch out your gross sweatpants and stained-to-hell white shirt to a pair of short jean shorts and a curve hugging blue tank top. Your mind wandered to everyone you hadn’t seen in so long. Three years. It had been three years since you’d been back, spending that time traveling the globe and helping charities after the decimation. Pepper and Tony always called you, kept you updated. You honestly never believed you’d move back to New York. But things change.

The only reason why you had come back was after the whole Thanos thing six months ago Pepper had offered you a job as a receptionist at Stark Industries, you decided that day it was time to settle down. You made sure everything was good with the charities you had been helping out with before putting permanent plans into action though. Purchasing a small apartment in the heart of New York City, your cousin and you kept everything quiet as to your return. You wanted it to be a surprise, mostly to see Tony’s face. Maybe someone else’s. Shoving a few days worth of clean clothes in a duffel bag, not forgetting your swimsuit as your cousin promised you some sunbathing time, you opened the door to see Pepper grinning widely at you.

“You know blue is Steve’s favorite color right?” You smirked knowingly as you moved to the bathroom, throwing your toiletries into the sack and zipping it shut. Of course you knew. The blonde avenger was one of the only things that had gotten you through these tough last few years. When everything went down with Tony, you had decided not to pick sides, but you and Steve fell apart regardless. It started slowly, the two of you drifting from good friends to mere strangers. It hurt but you understood. It’s not like you were dating, or like he would ever see you as girlfriend material. Not that you would ever turn him down if he had just asked you. He was definitely boyfriend material, and him looking the way he did certainly helped things too. You had always harbored feelings of some kind towards him, even if you weren’t sure what they actually were. When the decimation happened, you knew the whole team had enough on their plates to deal with. So after a couple years and more importantly Pepper and Tony’s wedding you vanished off the map, putting your people skills and nurturing personality to good use. It’s not like anyone missed you terribly.

Shutting off the bathroom lights you lugged the bag over your shoulder, reaching to take a stuffed Panda bear, obviously worn from years of travel, and grabbing your keys and purse.

“Got everything? What’s the bear for?” Pepper asked as you double checked the deadbolt after you had shut the door.

“A girl in England gave it to me after I found her some relatives to live with. She couldn’t have been more than seven at the time, yet she had managed to deal with her parents turning into dust a hell of a lot better than some of the adults I had seen. She said Mister Stuffins was her favorite and that he would be my friend so I wasn’t alone. Sweet girl. She wrote me when she got her parents back. I cried for a week.” You turned the small bear over in your hand and placed in the front pocket of your bag, remembering her strength in such an awful time of her young life.

“What was her name?”

“Evangeline, but she demanded to be called Evan.” You snickered as you recalled her nearly ripping off your partner at the time’s head for calling her by her full name. The spirited small child had almost made you forget about the seven flights of stairs awaiting you. Your face fell flat upon remembering, Pepper shoving your shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll race you.” You gaped as the red head went barreling down the stairs, deciding to give her high heeled ass a head start before you ruined her self esteem. She’s going to hurt herself and I’m going to have to help her dumbass to the truck.

~~The Compound, a few hours later~~

“Jesus Christ Tony watch where the hell you’re pointing that damn thing!”

“That’s what she said.”

Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky, watching the comedy unfold before them. Sam sat on the ground, tinkering with a standing Tony in his iron suit, the latter barely missing the former’s head when his repulsor rays misfired on accident. They had been at this for hours, Sam trying to help the billionaire with fixing something that was wrong with his right leg. Tony continued to bark orders at the man who was only growing more irritated by the minute. To be honest Steve didn’t have the faintest idea what was wrong or how they were planning on putting it right, but he wasn’t the one doing it. So he, Banner, and Barnes all simply stood back to watch.

“We miss anything?” He turned his head slightly to the left at the sound of Natasha’s voice, Thor and her returning from unloading the Quinjet for the weekend.

“Tony missed Sam’s head again, but I think they’re about…”

“DONE! Eat a dick Tin-man.” Sam shouted suddenly, hopping up from his feet and clearing the way for a smug looking Stark, who only looked down at his leg and shook it. He turned to give Sam an iron clad thumbs up, who only flipped him off in return, heading over to join the rest of the group that had gathered on the compound’s grounds.

Since Thanos’ attack, the compound had been rebuilt but wasn’t nearly as massive in size anymore. Only one large building that offered housing, training, mess hall, laboratories and a few holding cells sat next to the pad that held the Quinjet. Tony decided that since the battle had leveled most of the original compound, building something a little more simplistic would be the best course of action. Everyone had agreed with him, and Steve felt like it was little more like home this way. And he’d rather be inside right now than standing outside in this hellish heat wave.

The sun was high in the sky, the temperature only climbing and it was already uncomfortable outside. Steve could feel the beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck, the forecast calling for record breaking highs for the weekend. He wasn’t looking forward to it to say the least, and knowing Tony they would be doing absolutely useless things to pass the time. He would pay for a distraction at this point.

The roaring of a large truck engine forced the super soldier from his thoughts, the impressive vehicle pulling sharply onto the compound parking lot with minimal effort. Dust settled as Steve’s blue eyes caught the familiar sight of Pepper Potts exiting the passenger side, fist pumping the air to loud rock and roll that was blaring out of the windows. Very unlike her.

“Honey uh who’s truck is that?! Are you leaving me!?” Tony coughed as he climbed out of his suit, the large mass of metal’s motor being shut off and the driver door thrown open.

“Of course not sweetheart. You wouldn’t last a day without me.” His confused look had the team chuckling as he kept darting his eyes from Pepper to the vehicle.

“Then who the hell is that?!”

“YOUR SURPRISE!” Tony raised an eyebrow as to why his wife was shouting all of a sudden, clearly not catching on.

On cue you jumped out of the truck, just like you two had discussed on the drive up to the headquarters, beaming at the large group of people.

You’d remember Tony’s elated smile for the rest of your days.

“SHORT STACK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You laughed as the brunette man came sprinting towards you, the nickname ringing in your ears as he picked you up slightly, pulling you into a spine crushing hug and making you drop your bag. In all the years you had known him, Tony had been like the older brother you never had. When Pepper started working for him you were visiting with your parents and the two of you hit it off instantly. After their unexpected death due to a car accident a year later, Stark and Pepper were some of the only ones there for you, you three becoming inseparable. It had killed a part of you to leave after the decimation, but he had reassured you it’s what your parents would have wanted you to do. You blinked back tears as you hugged the man fiercely.

“Hiya Snark. I’ve missed you too.” The two of you broke apart, Tony leaning back to hold you at arm’s length, taking in your well toned and tanned body.

“Look at you! I mean look at you! Was there something in the water overseas?” You smacked his arm as he went to hug you again, his obviously excited demeanor spreading over the others, although there was a small hint of nervousness in the air.

“Move it Stark, she’s got a line.” Nat scolded, pushing the man away from you so she could hug you herself, a girlish giggle leaving you as you returned it.

“Dig the hair Nat, you break my record yet?”

“I gave up three weeks in. Pinball just pisses me off.” She shrugged, reaching to give your shoulder a squeeze. Thor threatened to break you in half as he embraced you, Bruce choosing to shake your hand. You decided that the new version of the doctor would take some getting used to, but at least he was wearing shirts now. Your eyes met the uncertain ones of who you assumed had to be Bucky, Steve’s friend. So they brought you home after all huh?

“You must be Barnes. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N. Roger’s talked you up a lot.” He took your outstretched hand firmly, giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Did he now? Funny he never mentioned how he let your gorgeous face slip through his fingers.”

Your jaw went slack as you stared at the man, eyes widened in shock as he shamelessly raked his eyes over your figure. Sam took the chance to rush you, your breath escaping your lungs as he all but tackled you. Everyone laughed as Pepper went to grab your overstuffed duffel off the ground.

“Y/N I’m so happy to see you! It’s been years!”

“I know Sam, I’m sorry I stayed away for so long, just had to think of the bigger picture for awhile.”

“Please Y/N. You were helping people, kids with finding family, rebuilding businesses and houses. Even running soup kitchens for Christ’s sake. Don’t apologize.” He met your bewildered expression with a sincere smile. “Pepper kept us updated. You really didn’t think we would miss you?”

“I had to think of…”

“The bigger picture. We know.” You wanted to remove Sam’s smile off his perfect face when a certain tall blonde walked into your sights. He looked nothing short of amazing, even after these last few years. His hair was swept back into its usual style, his blue jeans and simple t shirt combo making you light headed and he got closer to you. Steve Rogers looked damn good. But you had always thought that.

“You got a hug for me too Doll? Or are you all out?” Your breath hitched at hearing his deep voice, his challenging tone making your heart race.

“Not sure Rogers, why dontcha come over here and find out?” You challenged back, his eyes glittering in amusement as he moved to wrap you in his arms. It never came though.

The large explosion off the side of the main building of the compound caused everyone to jump, panic taking over your senses as Tony reassured you no one was inside.

“That’s good to know Snark but what the fuck was that?!” Your nickname for the man only made him smile before he went speed walking off to go investigate, the rest of you following suit. The blown line of a/c compressors sizzled and popped angrily at you as you got close, Steve darting an arm out protectively in front of you. You let your eyes drink the sight of his large limb, the muscle groups flexing deliciously against the material of his shirt. Tony didn’t look amused.

“What the hell is your arm going to do Cap? You protecting Y/N or flexing your freakish flesh for her?” Tony snapped, the captain lowering his arm guiltily. Rolling your eyes at your cousin’s overprotective nature you stepped forward to take a gander at the busted machinery, the sparks and smoke rising from the group of metal. Tony ran his hand over his face with a sigh.

“Looks like I get to track down some new compressors. Y/N, come with me.” Stark commanded, your face looking to his in confusion as he began to head back towards the main doors.

“Me? Why me?” You asked, not understanding the clearly cranky male’s logic. He scoffed.

“You’re better at people than I am. And I don’t like how Rogers keeps staring at your ass.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, not even sparing the embarrassed blonde a glance as you hurried to catch up with the angry brunette. You could feel Steve’s heated gaze on your back as the two of you walked away, Tony turning around to shake his head at the soldier.

“You better put your eyes elsewhere before I knock them out of your skull soldier!” You contained the giggle that bubbled in the back of your throat as you heard Steve groan, the rest of the team looking on at the two of you and sharing curious expressions.

Later

“Yes I will let him know, thank you so much!” You hung up the phone with a defeated sigh, tossing it to Stark as you paced the living area of the compound. The sun had started to make its way towards the horizon, and after five phone calls you were finally gaining traction on your current mission.

“How many does that make?” Tony questioned, repositioning his sunglasses on top of his head like a suburban soccer mom and scribbling something down on a small note pad.

“That makes the six we need. Six compressors, three deliveries, two electricians to set it up come Monday. I’m sorry but that’s the soonest I could get them here.” You slouched onto the couch next to him, the billionaire lovingly patting your leg. You let your head rest on his shoulder, thinking about how F.R.I.D.A.Y had said earlier you had about 12 hours before the outside temperature would start to affect the building. That was about an hour ago.

“So much for a team building weekend, we should let the others know. I wish there was a way to punch hot weather in the face.” You muttered aimlessly as Tony continued to crunch numbers. His head shot up at you suddenly, a wide smile covering his tanned face.

“That’s it! Short stack you are a genius!”

“You’re welcome?” You nearly fell over on the couch as Tony leapt to his feet, offering you a hand before pulling you out of the living area and down the hall into the kitchens where the rest of the Avengers remained.

“You guys Y/N figured out how we still make this weekend work!”

“Oh yea? Does it include leaving this place until Monday and getting some actual sleep?” Came Nat’s sleepy reply, Bruce pouring her another cup of coffee.

“No! We’re going to work together to beat the heat!”

“Y/N I highly doubt this was your idea.” You shook your head at Sam, clearly you and Tony had completely different ideas on how you all were to spend the weekend. “And Tony it’s supposed to reach nearly a hundred and ten! Why the hell would we willingly be stuck here, with no a/c for essentially two days, in a hundred and ten degree heat?!”

“Because whoever is still here at the end of the weekend doesn’t have to come back for the next four months of team building.” Came your cousin’s response, everyone looking at Pepper with a look of admiration, well everyone except Tony.

“Alright I’m in.” Nat agreed, slamming her coffee mug down, Bruce giving his confirmation alongside Thor. Bucky looked warily at his teammates before sighing, nodding his head curtly in submission. Sam and Steve also agreed reluctantly, not really having a choice in the matter.

“What about Y/N? She’s not part of the team and she shouldn’t have to be stuck here with us!” Sam directed everyone’s attention to you, a small lump forming in your throat as you realized they were absolutely right. So how would you spin this to where they’d let you stay without thinking you were crazy? Chewing your bottom lip in thought, you didn’t miss Steve’s eyes darting from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, a darkened expression on his face before Bucky managed to lightly nudge him, motioning to Tony who was watching him like a hawk.

“I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t start work until Monday and I kind of wanted to catch up with all of you,” You smiled to all of them, Bucky looking extremely pleased with your answer as Stark raised a finger.

“Question. Where are you working and how come I wasn’t made aware that you’re staying here indefinitely?!”

“Don’t worry Snark I won’t be far, I just moved into my apartment over the last few days and I…”

“Last few days!?” Your cousin in law threw his hands up, “When did you decide you would be moving back?”

“Uh…five months ago?” The noise that emitted from Stark’s mouth couldn’t have been English, his eyes narrowing at his wife who only smiled brightly at her husband in kind. She was within good reason to feel accomplished, usually secrets never stayed silent when Tony went snooping.

“Well I for one am all for Y/N staying. We’ll need all the estrogen we can find to deal with you lot this weekend.” Nat chided, coming to stand next to you and patting you on the shoulder.

“Great it’s settled then.” Pepper smiled warmly at you, rounding the island in the kitchen and going to pull out supplies for a meal big enough for a small army. “Now who’s helping me cook dinner tonight?”

A rousing chorus of “Not it!” was heard as Tony took off running in the opposite direction, Steve and Bucky following suit. Within moments you found yourself alone with your red headed relative, the rest of the team becoming scarce to avoid having to cook or prepare.

“I didn’t want them to help anyway. This kitchen would end up looking like the compressors outside.” The two of you laughed as you turned on some light music and got to work. It felt nice to be back.

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More than Friendship

Stephen Strange X OC

Taylor and Stephen Strange are close, affectionate friends. There is attraction there, but neither one knows they’re in love with each other. No matter what they do, they can’t stay away from each other. This leads to them becoming friends with benefits. What happens when someone else points out that Strange and Taylor can’t just be friends?

Entering the compound, I headed downstairs to the recreational room where a party was being held; By one Tony Stark. On the occasion, I let my long, dark brown hair loose; a straight sheet of chocolate cascading down to my lower back. Normally, while I was working, it would be wound tight in a side braid over one shoulder. My job; you could technically say I am a healer. True. I could mend wounds, but I also had the ability to inflict the same pain given back to an enemy or enemies.

Even if it meant exploding someone like a water balloon. An ability, which caused me to seek out Stephen Strange to learn how to control it. I didn’t want to be seen as a threat and I had heard he was an excellent teacher. I figured I could become an ally not only to him but to the Avengers as well. I didn’t live in either the compound or the Sanctum – at first to distance myself from anyone who I might hurt – but in an apartment of my own.

I maintained my lessons with Stephen, a trait that appeared refreshing to him. These lessons were given for a year before he deemed me in control of my abilities, but it did nothing to slow our growing friendship; or my attraction to him. To be fair, I didn’t realize he had was infatuated with me either. Not until one night when we were alone in the study talking and he kissed me out of the blue. He apologized at once, worried he’d taken advantage of me. I pulled him back to me, fingers tangling in his dark hair. Not until we were lying on the floor by the fire, his cloak draped over us.

At the time, neither of us wanted anything more, bringing an end to moving forward with anything. Yeah, right. Somehow, some way we kept finding each other to indulge in some late-night fucking like we had that one night. We tried time and time again to stop it, to put an end to the sex, succeeding for a few months before giving in once more. The sex, however, did nothing to ruin our friendship; it only pulled us closer to each other.

Now here I was, at the extravagant party in the compound, seeking Stephen out. My eyes locked onto my target and I stealthily made my way over to him; he sat at the makeshift bar engaged in conversation with our host Tony. Once I was close enough, I threw my arms around his neck in an embrace from behind.

“Stephen Strange! Fancy seeing you here. I thought you grew tired of parties,” I greeted him. He laughed, his hands stroking my arms.

“I guess you thought wrong. I didn’t…” he began, trailing off when he turned to look at me. My smile that had been plastered to my lips when I came in faltered when he stopped speaking.

“What is it? Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?” I asked. My protective instincts often took over when someone stopped mid-sentence. A small smile graced his lips, one hand reaching up to slide through my hair.

“Only you would think someone is injured when they stop talking. No. I’m not hurt. Your hair distracted me. It’s not in a braid for once,” he replied. Not as if you’ve not seen it down before. It’s usually wrapped around your hands while in bed, I thought.

“Oh. Well, yes. I figure I’m here to have fun, so I let it be free. I don’t know why you’re shocked. It’s not like you haven’t seen it out of a braid,” I stated.

“For a few moments before you re-do it again. I’ve not seen it without sweat dripping from it. This look suits you,” he continued. His normal light blue eyes darkened with lust as he slid his hand through my locks again.

“I’m sorry. Taylor, Stephen. Did you two forget I was still here?” Tony chimed in. Stephen dropped his hand and I had to force myself to break eye contact with him.

“Of course not. Tell me, sweet Tony, what have you been up to? Have you and Steve made up yet?” I replied. I wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Tony grumbled at the latter question and I laughed.

“One of these days, I’m going to lock you two in a room, so you’ll have to talk to each other. Forgive him. You’re best friends. That should count for something,” I advised.

“You’re right. I can’t tonight. It’s supposed to be fun and I’d rather not discuss serious matters,” Tony agreed.

“Alright but make it soon. You obviously think I’m kidding. I will, I promise you. I’ve done it before,” I told him, gasping when Stephen pulled me into his lap.

“Trust me. She has. She locked Thor and Loki together after some argument they had that lasted a few days. She had me put a magical lock on the room, so they couldn’t get out until they talked things out,” he said.

“Uh huh. Are you two seeing each other?” Tony said. Stephen and I shared a look, which spoke volumes of what we did some nights; A secret gaze that no one but us could decipher.

“No. Why would you think that?” Stephen replied.

“I don’t know if I’ve seen two friends as affectionate as you two or ones as close. Friends don’t sit in each other’s laps. At least mine don’t,” Tony said.

“Maybe, I’m a really affectionate person. Also, there’s no seats available and I don’t think your fiancée would be happy if I sat in your lap,” I stated.

“So, you’re just friends. Nothing else is going on?”

“We’re just friends,” we both confirmed. Though, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be only that anymore with Stephen. Perhaps, I craved something more. Later into the night, I shared a couple of dances with Stephen and the girls before winding down and deciding to go home; Stephen took it upon himself to walk me home.

“Thanks for seeing me to my apartment,” I told him when we reached my door.

“No problem. I wanted to be sure you got home safe,”

“Want to come in for a drink?” I asked. He nodded and we entered, closing and locking the door behind us. He turned, pinning my body against the door. His lips connected to mine, my hands tugging his hair. His hands snaked around me, finding the zipper of my gray dress I wore to the party and pulled it down. He pulled it from shoulders, the satin fabric pooling around my feet. The cool air of the air conditioning hit my breasts, my nipples perking up; something which caught his attention.

“This is what you get for not wearing a bra,” he said. He covered one breast with his mouth, the other he pulled and pinched at the nipple, my arousal dripping inside. I moaned, rocking against him, wanting more of his touch. His free hand dipped down into my underwear, rubbing my clit, fueling my desire for him.

“Stephen…” I said, nearly breathless. Stephen yanked down my underwear, letting it fall to the floor while I worked to get his shirt off. I ran my hands over his chest, his shoulders, his back. He lifted me up and carried me to the couch, his hands squeezing my ass. He laid me flat, pushing my legs apart. He left a trail of kisses down my body, his head moving to rest between my thighs. He swirled his tongue over my folds, my hands tangling more in his hair. Moans escaped my lips as he continued to eat me out, bringing me to my first release.

Stephen came up to kiss me and I unbuckled his belt to get his pants off, followed by his boxers. Reaching over to the table next to the couch, Stephen pulled out a condom from the drawer, opening it. He rolled it on and shifted me to be on top. He lowered me onto him, both of us moaning at the same time. He held my hips as I rode him, slow at first, but picking up the pace to brings us over the edge; we kept going until both of us were breathing hard and covered in sweat.

Stephen leaned down to kiss me, his hands rubbing my back.

“You don’t think anyone knows about us, do you?” I asked.

“No. I don’t believe so. Why? Do you want them to?” he said.

“Maybe not. Tony asked. I thought maybe he suspects something,”

“Tony’s curious, but I think he bought our lie. Which isn’t technically a lie. We are friends. With benefits,” Stephen stated.

“You wouldn’t want…You don’t…” I stammered out. He arched an eyebrow.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Forget about it,” I said.

“Are you sure?” Stephen asked, one hand cupping my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb, looking to see if he could see something else there.

“Yes. Positive,” I replied. I didn’t ask him to leave. That was how the night always ended. With me in his arms, falling asleep. Would I be brave enough to ask him if he wanted something more? Probably not. We were wrong about no one knowing about our relationship and it would soon come to light.

A few weeks later, we were all gathered together at the fire pit at the compound talking; we called it the Avenger Hangout. No one but the heroes, drinking a required rule. Though, we didn’t get wasted. I was in my usual spot, curled up against Stephen, but in a way that wouldn’t get misconstrued as romantic.

“You’re both sure there’s nothing going on between you two?” Natasha asked.

“Yes. We’re just really close friends. Like you and Clint. Affectionate, sure. But just friends,” I replied. This was the second time we had been asked and I still wondered if they had caught onto us. Stephen and I hadn’t made it a week before we found each other again; my feelings more intense. Still, I stayed quiet.

“You’re not friends,” a new voice said. All heads turned to find Loki leaning against one of the columns of the compound.

“Yes. We are,” Stephen argued.

“Oh, please. You two aren’t friends. Well, not exactly. You two can’t be only friends. You’re not made that way,” Loki retorted.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. My heart had started to thump harder in my chest at his words.

“It’s obvious. Are you two not drawn to each other? Have you been able to stay away from each other? Or do you try and still find one another? I’m surprised no one else had recognized the love you feel towards each other,”

“You two are similar to magnets. The way you move, the way you sit together or simply touch. You’ll never be just friends,” he explained.

“I…”

“Don’t try to argue. It is what it is. I picked up on it within the first month of seeing you practice and fight alongside each other. I’ve even seen the way you look at each other. Accept it,” Loki cut me off. Everyone around us grew silent and I excused myself from the group. I paced one of the empty rooms, Loki’s words playing over and over in my mind.

“Hey. Taylor, look at me. Stop pacing. What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Stephen’s voice entered the room. He held me still, peering into my eyes.

“I…Stephen, I…” God, how I wanted to tell him. Say that I loved him. Unconditionally. The words wouldn’t come, stuck in my mouth like glue. I didn’t think I could bear it if he didn’t return my feelings.

“Yes? Please, tell me. Did Loki frighten you with his words? I admit I find myself drawn to you, but I don’t think we have to stop-,”

“Being friends? Only friends? No. I don’t want to. But I…I want to be something more. Don’t you understand? I’m in love with you. You may not be in love with me and yes, it would kill me…but I have to say it. I must because if you don’t love me, then perhaps I can try and move on,”

“If you don’t love me-,” I continued, silenced with a kiss from Stephen. He held my face in his hands, my own covering them.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that? I do love you. I was afraid to tell you, thinking you wouldn’t ever feel the same way. I guess we both couldn’t see the truth. I wanted to ask you tonight, before Loki figured it out, to make our relationship official. To ask you out on a date. Would you want to go out? To explore this relationship more?” he said after breaking the kiss.

“You love me?” Stephen nodded. “I’d love to. Go on a date and explore with you, I mean,” I told him. He kissed me again, starting off a budding relationship sure to grow.

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